Page 89 of Revive Me

With her half-naked in my arms, having just come all over my hand, I’m still harder than I’ve ever been, and as soon as my tongue touches Lily’s, she lets out the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard. I feel the moment she gets lost in the kiss, because her hands pause on my pants and her hips start grinding into me again.

But that only seems to make her more desperate, because she suddenly climbs off my lap and stands, then quickly pulls her pants off. Her motions still when she realizes I’m frozen in open-mouthed wonder at the sight before me.

Specifically, the sight of a completely naked Lily.

“You’re beautiful,” I say on an exhale, trying to memorize every inch of her. My bite marks on her breasts, the cluster of freckles on her stomach, the little patch of hair above her pussy.Is it too much to ask her to turn around for me?

Lily, ever the confident woman, lets me look my fill as she says sweetly, “Thank you.”

I sound far less sweet when I say, “I’m going to have dreams about you sitting on my face.”

She lets out a surprised laugh at that. “Dirty man,” she murmurs with a smile. Then she’s leaning down and tugging at my waistband.

I push my pants over my hips and let her pull them off my legs, but now the nerves are starting to bubble in my stomach. I haven’t had sex in two years, and never with this injury—and plus, this isLily. I’m pretty sure I would’ve been instantly fighting the urge to come even on that rooftop. There’s no way I’m not about to come in ten seconds.

When she straddles me again and I feel her pussy rub along the length of my cock—withoutany clothes between us this time—I mentally drop that time down to two seconds.

Swallowing thickly, I place my hands on her waist and drop my head back against the wall. “Fuck, Lily.”

But then she kisses me, and this kiss feels comforting, almost reverent—as if she knows the thoughts swirling around in my mind.

“I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” she whispers against my lips.

Andyeah, she definitely knows what thoughts are swirling.

“Should I get a condom?” she asks, her hips already starting to rock into me, her wetness making the slide over my cock easy. “I’m clean and on the pill, but if you’re uncomfortable…”

I can’t help the humorless laugh I let out. “Lily, I haven’t evenkisseda girl since the night I met you. I’m clean. And if you think I’m going to ask for a condom and risk losing this hard-on, you don’t understand what’s going on here.”

She pulls back so she can study me for a moment. “Is that what you’re worried about? Performing?”

My exhale is a tired sound. I wish I didn’t have to have this conversation, but I also know we need to. “Lily, you know what the science of this shit looks like. I don’t need to tell you I’m probably going to go soft or come immediately. My only goal is to make you come again in one way or another before you put your clothes back on and hopefully salvage what’s left of my male pride.”

Instead of the pitying look that I expect, I’m surprised to see a determined glint enter Lily’s eyes. “I think your male pride is more intact than you think it is,” she purrs. Then she reaches between us and takes my cock in her hand.

My breathing grows heavy as soon as her grip starts to glide up and down my length. Her movements are slow enough that I don’t feel like I’m fighting the urge to come, but they’re sexy enough that the air around us becomes stifling.

When she lifts slightly and aims the tip of my cock at her clit, I start to wonder how much longer it’s going to be before I’m mentally reciting UFC stats. Because the sight of Lily naked is more than enough to make me lose control, but the sight of her usingmybody to play with herself is…on a whole other level.

I don’t think I move a single muscle the entire minute she spends circling the tip of my cock around her clit. We’re both staring, enraptured, at the place where our bodies meet.

It’s only when she plays with me along the length of her slit that I finally move a muscle. Because the moment she places me at her opening, my grip is tightening on her waist like I’ll die if she moves away.

We’re both holding our breaths as she slides down onto my cock.

And we’re both moaning as soon as she’s settled in my lap.

“Oh God,” Lily whimpers, gripping my shoulder so hard I can feel her nails digging into my skin. “You’re so…God, you’re so big.”

Big is good. Big can make her come again.

“You feel so fucking good,” I groan.I’m going to come so fucking quick.

Once again, Lily looks like she can read my thoughts. Because her hips don’t shift even an inch as she moves my hand from her waist to her pussy.

“Just touch me,” she whispers. Once my thumb starts to rub her clit, her hand drifts from mine, up to cup her own breast. She does the same with her other hand, too.

“I touched myself every night for weeks after the night we met,” she confesses, pinching her nipples. A moan escapes her lips when I start with the pressure and pace that she likes on her clit. “Some nights, I would come as soon as I touched myself, just from the memory of your kiss.”

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