Page 113 of Revive Me

It isn’t until I slide one long finger inside her that my lips finally leave her skin. “Christ, Liliana, you taste like paradise,” I gasp, my finger working in and out of her as my thumb settles on her clit. I watch her force her eyes open so she can look down at me.

“That’s going to make me come,” she whispers, her hips starting to roll against my finger. She whimpers when I add another.

“Not yet,” I order in a deep growl, then drop my mouth to her skin again.

With two—three—fingers fucking into her, my lips suctioned around her clit, and my brusque command, I feel the moment she starts to shake. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her grasp the sheets beneath her, can hear her gasping for more air.

“Roman, I-I can’t?—”

“Not yet,” I growl, the vibration of my words making her legs clench tighter around my head.

“Roman,” she cries. “Pleasepleaseplease?—”

Driving my fingers deep inside her, I lift up just enough so that I can murmur, “Come for me, Liliana.”

She detonates.

I watch, mesmerized, as the orgasm rolls through her, as she clamps down on my fingers and moans through the pleasure. My fingers don’t slow until she finally drops, limp and trembling, back to the bed. After placing a gentle kiss on her hip, I lift up so I can quickly strip my shirt off. Then I shift up the bed until I’m lying on my side beside her, propped up on one elbow so I can look down at her.

“Beautiful, perfect woman,” I whisper, brushing my thumbs over her cheeks to wipe the tears away. When she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer, I immediately drop a kiss on her lips.

“You couldn’t—” she starts, but it’s more of a croak than anything. Laughing, she clears her throat and tries again. “You couldn’t have gone easy on me the first time?”

My mouth twitches with a smile. “Not a chance.”

But then the nerves hit me. I knew they would, despite hoping and mentally preparing for this day. It doesn’t matter that Lily and I have already done this, that I’ve put in days, weeks,monthsof physical work to get my body where I want it to be—this injury is always going to have lingering effects. Sex is one of them.

Swallowing roughly, I admit the hard part out loud, wanting to be honest with Lily. “I…wasn’t sure what the sex would be like, so I wanted to make sure the part I was confident in would at least be good.”

She pulls back slightly so she can look at me as she asks, “What do you mean? We already know the sex is great.”

Gently, I push her back into the pillows and lift up, wanting to give us both space for this conversation. She lets her arms drop from around my neck.

“I loved you on top,” I start. “Watching you ride me, and seeing you come apart from that angle…it was amazing. But…I don’t want that to be the only position we can do. Because even though I can kind of walk now, I’m still limited for sex, specifically. And I can’t…fuck you the way I want to.”

Despite everything, all the work I’ve done and recovery I’ve accomplished, that fact still hurts me. It might not always, but for now, I let myself acknowledge the pain of that limitation.

And then I work my way around it.

“I did some research,” I continue. “Who knows what will work, but if I got you back, I wanted to be…ready.”

Before I can explain myresearch, Lily cups my face and pulls me down for a kiss. And I can feel every ounce of love that she pours into it.

“We’ll figure it out,” she whispers against my lips. “Together.”

My answer is another all-consuming kiss, and before long, I’m dropping down onto my side and pulling Lily onto hers, looping her leg over my hip in the same motion.

“Supposedly, doggy is the second-best position,” I say when I’m done kissing her senseless. I watch her dazed eyes try to focus on me. “Especially if I can wrap something around your waist and pull your hips into me. But I don’t want to do that this first time.” Another time, definitely. The idea of fucking Lily from behind, watching her ass shake as I pull her into me?—

“So, then how do you want me?” she asks, her words breathless.

At that, my grip tightens on her thigh, my fingers digging into the muscle. “An intoxicating—and distracting—question, Liliana,” I growl.

She huffs a laugh and pulls herself even closer. “Sorry. Continue.”

I loosen my grip on her thigh and brush my touch down to her knee, then back up to her hip, then her ribs.

“I actually think this position might be the best right now,” I murmur, my gaze dropping over her naked body. “I want to see your eyes, but I don’t completely trust myself for missionary, so…”

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