Page 51 of Revive

“I wasn’t going to call you, you know?” She stands in the middle of the room, the distance between us bothering me. “Actually, I was even more surprised you called me.”

“But that doesn’t explain why you’re no longer naked, and standing so far away from me.”

“You know why I didn’t contact you, right?” she asks, completely bypassing what I just said. The shitty thing is I do. And instead of addressing the elephant in the room, I nod and keep silent, avoiding the conversation I know needs to be had. “It’s the same reason I’m so surprised to hear you say you’re into whatever this is too.”

“Can you come back to bed please.” She takes a few hesitant steps toward me. “Naked.”

The minute she’s within reach, I take her hand and pull her on top of me. My head lands on her range of pillows, and my hands hold on to her waist. “I want to see what this is with you. Can that please be enough for now.”

With a heavy resigned breath, she rolls off me, landing on her back, beside me. “I’m not trying to bust your balls, Drix. I’m just trying to make sure I don’t get hurt. They’re two very different things.”

Everything she’s saying makes sense, and every essence of my being knows she has every right to feel the way she does. But I’m always the one to think too hard and take too long. Right now, I don’t want to be that guy. I just want to feast in this feeling with her for as long as she’ll let me.

I don’t care if it’s too soon, or I don’t really know her, or it might just be the really good sex. None of those rules or expectations matter, because with her I enjoy the moment, without worrying about the consequences. With her, my mind is so fucking silent, and that’s something I’ve spent too much time searching for.

“Crazy.”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t want either of us to get hurt.”

Turning on her side, she leans on her elbow and rests her cheek on the inside of her hand. “That’s good enough for me.”

I mirror her pose. “Can you come a little bit closer.”

“What do you mean? I’m right next to you.”

“But you could be on top of me.”

“Oh,” she says, pretending to play along. “My bad.” She manoeuvres her leg over, straddling me. “This better?”

Kicking the blankets to the side, I grip onto her waist and pull her farther down, her pussy hovering directly above my cock. “We’re getting there.”

My fingers slide through her folds. Like the gift that keeps on giving, she’s wet and wanting. Bringing my thumb to her clit, I begin to rub in a slow, circular motion. She draws in a harsh breath at the contact, and my dick throbs from the power I have over her.

Lowering herself completely, she rubs herself up and down my shaft. My movements become faster, as she drips all over my cock.

“I need you inside me, Drix.” She wraps her hands around my hard, and slick cock, lifting her body up off me. “Please.”

“I’m all yours.” She slides herself down my dick, and I piston my hips, wanting to feel myself deep-seated inside her. With her eyes on mine, and her lips parted, she looks down at me with nothing but want written all over her face. “Ride me, Crazy.”

I splay my hands across her arse, gripping her cheeks through every delicious bounce. Hard and fast, I fuck her and she uses me, both of us racing to the finish line. Close to the edge, I get lost in the vision before me. With golden locks cascading around her shoulders, and dusty rose nipples begging to be sucked, she looks like the angel of seduction, here to bring me to my knees.

Gripping the back of her neck, I pull her face toward me and fuck her mouth with my tongue. Thrusting into her, I’m a man unhinged, ready to explode. My hand finds her swollen clit, and I prepare her to meet me at the edge.

With a final slam down on my cock, her pussy starts to throb around me. Roaring in relief, we ride out the wave; bodies weakening, hearts pounding. High on the rush of being so close to her, all the tension gone, dissolving into nothing.

Her clammy body crumples on to mine, her head nestled perfectly in my neck. “I’m sorry, I don’t even have the energy to roll off you.” She yawns as I stretch my hand out to throw the blankets over us. “Do you mind if I just lie here for a little?”

Cocooned away from the world, my fingers skate up and down her spine. At peace. Fulfilled. Happy. “You can lay here for as long as you like.”

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“I can cancel my plans,”she yells from the bedroom. “Emerson won't mind.”

The morning starts off slow and sluggish, sex and a shower together making it harder for us to part.

“You guys have plans,” I call back, as I clean up last night’s mess in the kitchen. “I’m not going to fuck that up.”

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