Page 48 of Revive

The tip of his tongue runs back up to my sensitive flesh; biting and licking. The pace picks up, and the burn inside me becomes unbearable. My fingers dig into his scalp, gripping onto his hair as my hips grind against his face. He feasts on me like a starved man, lapping at my dripping centre.

Two fingers sneakily slip inside me, and the intrusion is all I need to feel myself shatter. He sucks my clit through my entire orgasm, the sensation dragging out a long and illicit, “Oh, fuck.”

I lay blissfully limp on the counter, unable to talk, unable to move. Rising slowly, the first thing I notice is his wet, smug smile. The second is his dick trying to climb out of his boxers.

I flick my gaze between him and his cock. “Looks like you might need a little help.”

He rubs along his length. “Are you offering?”

Sitting up, I open my legs and he steps in between them. I slip one hand into his waistband, the other pushing the material down his legs. Hot and heavy in my hands, I grip his steel-like shaft. A hiss leaves his mouth as I move up and down. “You ready for hole number two?”

“Fuck, Crazy. Stick me somewhere before I blow it like a teenager all over your fucking hands.”

Reluctantly I drag my hand out, and push against his chest, leading him to the couch. “Sit.”

He puts his hand up, pretending to surrender. “Whatever you say.”

Naked, he sinks into the couch, his cock standing tall against his stomach. I drop to my knees, eager to return the favour.

He stares at me. Eyes full of thirst and want. A gaze so potent, I will remember it past this moment.

“Do you even know how fucking exquisite you look right now?”

I lower my head to hide the flush I feel creeping up my face. My heart finds the wrong time to try and claw its way out of my chest, as every single detail of this moment carves out its own space in my memory.

I wrap my fingers around his cock, and it jolts in my hand. A shine of pre-cum coats the tip, and it's the only invitation I need to swipe my tongue through his slit.

His loud groan spurs me on, and with greed, I take him whole, in my mouth. His skin is warm and stretched, the ripple of his veins sliding against my tongue.

Lazily, my head begins to bob up and down his dick while my hands keep busy. One matches my movements, the other tentatively massaging his balls. His hand finds the back of my head and together we gain momentum. We find a rhythm. I suck and stroke. He gets harder and deeper.

“Shit.” His voice is strained and desperate like he’s on the brink of breaking. “Taylah,” he says with urgency. His thrusts become harsher as he hits the back of my throat, his body talking for him, replacing the failed words. I look up at him expectantly, my eyes inviting him to let go. To crash. To fall. To come. Eyes squeezed shut, head tipped back, he empties himself in my mouth. Thick like the tension coursing through his body, it all comes out, filling my mouth and sliding down my throat.

His body sags against the couch, his breathing loud and ragged.

“That good, huh?” I tease.

He leans forward, kissing me, hard and full of purpose. “You got no idea.” He stands up, offering me his hand. “Come. Show me your shower.”

Both naked, and fulfilled, we wait by the shower stream in contented silence. His front to my back, arms wrapped around my stomach, chin resting on my shoulder. This is different.

In a matter of hours, our time together has shifted. If I thought I wanted to see where things with Drix went before the night took a turn, now I don’t know if I’d even be able to walk away.

I could chalk it up to good sex, but I’d be lying. It’s him. He’s intense. He’s addictive. He’s all-consuming and the craziest part is he doesn’t even know it.

We step into the warm spray, standing face to face. As we stare at one another, words don’t feel relevant, and by the way he’s lighting me up with his eyes, it’s evident he feels it too.

A quick look around has him holding up my loofah and body wash in question. I nod and move farther into the water. I close my eyes wanting to just experience it. Slowly, he draws circles along my skin with the soapy sponge. Leaving suds in his wake, he washes every inch of me with overwhelming reverence.

Raising my arms in the air, I tip my neck back and let the spray cascade all over my hair and body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”

I suck in a quick breath, trying to hide how deep his words reach, amazed that this is where we are at right now. Taking the loofah out of his hand, I wash his body. Doing the opposite, I start at his legs, and work my way up, knowing me on my knees in front of him for a second time will drive him wild.

We’re back to standing face to face, even closer than minutes before. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

I switch off the water and pull down the towel that hangs over the glass door. I wrap it around the both of us, bringing him closer. I waste no time, kissing him because I want to, kissing him because right now it’s impossible not to.

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