Page 98 of Twisted Revelations

“Beverly. Beverly,” he whispered repeatedly. His tightened facial expression revealed his difficulty with speech as his warm breath caressed my face. I loved the way he said my name, but him saying it while he was buried deep inside me caused my muscles to quiver around him as my juices bathed his thick penetrating member.

It was hard to believe he was afraid I’d not like it. He was lavishing my inner walls with so much pleasure I didn’t realize I was crying until the wet droplets rolled over my cheeks. What the hell? I’d been unable to hold back as the telling emotions had sprung up from nowhere.

I was the one who rolled my eyes when women would say they’d had sex so good it made them cry. Getting to experience firsthand what they’d bragged about, was an unexpected revelation.

I was helpless to hide the tears that just kept seeping out like I was a big baby. My moans refused to be silenced, despite the flowing tears. My mouth refused to stay shut despite overwhelming emotions. Our meshed bodies, deep connection, and emotional penetration were too much to keep contained.

Thankfully, by the time Luke lifted his face from my neck, I’d found a new tone, yelling for him not to stop. The orgasm hit, took control, and made me its bitch. My out-of-control muscle spasms and shivering body must have coaxed his orgasm. The distant sound of him calling my name peeked into my consciousness as my body coasted on bliss.

Our cries of pleasure eventually ceased and gave way to our harsh breaths that filled the room. His weight on me felt wonderful and was what I believed kept me from floating away. I didn’t notice how tightly I’d been squeezing him against me until I unhooked my arms from around his neck and back.

Free to move, he lifted, easing out of me as my body wanted to rise to chase his movement. The fullness he’d filled me with was immediately missed, a lusty need I already craved. Once he was unrestricted from my body, he laid beside me, his gaze scanning me.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” his concern spilled out between his quick breaths.

I forced my heavy neck to turn in his direction and stared at him. “I’m more than okay,” I managed as my lips rose and a deep smile filled my face.

The bed shifted, but my weak state kept me in place. Once I’d gained enough strength to lift my head, my gaze caught his ripped back and perfect ass as he entered the bathroom to get rid of the condom. I enjoyed the way his muscles moved under his glowing ivory skin. The man was built like a Marvel hero, and he had no idea he had my nose wide open.

When he returned, I managed to heave my body onto my elbows. My gaze lifted to stare at his handsome face but fell quickly to the area that had taken me on the ride of my life. He was the best I’d ever had, the thought lighting my face into a silly smile.

The bed dipped when he climbed in. I only vaguely acknowledged him speaking because I was unable to stop gawking at his dick. It had softened but remained plump enough that my mind produced dirty thoughts. With a pink tint that was darker than the rest of his body, it laid against his thigh, winking at me and whispering my name. Beverly.

“Beverly,” Luke called, caressing my arm to get my attention.

“Yes,” I mumbled as my teeth sank into my bottom lip and my eyes reclaimed the magnificent piece that had filled me so splendidly, I’d lost all control.

After all this time, I finally understood something. This was how men were when I’d talk to them and they’d talk back to my tits. Luke’s fingers slid under my chin and lifted my face to meet his teasing smile.

“I think you need to go and ask Dax for another condom,” I shamelessly suggested.

The sound of our shared laughter filled the space around us as sheer joy enveloped me. I’d never been like this with anyone.

“So, you liked being with me,” his brow lifted expectantly. He was clueless as to how good he was.

“Yes. I want more, a lot more,” I admitted, not caring that I sounded like a slut.

Nothing more was said. He hopped out of bed, threw on his shorts and shirt and headed for the door. I didn’t know Dax’s dick business, had no clue if his condoms would even fit Luke, but we’d work something out.

Luke

A few minutes later, I returned. The look on my face caused Beverly’s expression to change from expectant to confusion. Based on her fixed hair and the large towel she’d tossed on the bedside table, she’d used the bathroom, freshened up, and prepared for more.

“What’s wrong? He doesn’t have any? Not the right size?” she questioned, naked and waiting, body sparkling like a beautiful chocolate diamond.

“I don’t know. I didn’t get a chance to ask. He … they….” I started but paused as my head tilted to the side. “From the sounds of it, they were actively engaged,” I finally finished.

Beverly’s smile let me know she already knew what I’d pondered a time or two myself.

“Isn’t she a lesbian?” I questioned, shaking off my confusion.

“Not anymore. She’s officially bisexual,” Beverly updated me, smiling from ear to ear about Dax and Laura.

“Sorry about the condoms. I’m not the guy that gets lucky.”

“It’s okay. Come here,” she called reaching for my hand. I flipped out the lamp before climbing in. The moonlight spilled in from the open drapes in the large window, allowing me to soak in more of her glowing, radiant skin.

We cuddled, wrapped around each other as she turned her body and adjusted my head so that it rested on her chest. No one had ever held me this way. No one in the world could have convinced me there was any place better than the warm, soft pillows of her chest as her heart drummed against my cheek.

After a while, her leg glided up the side of mine before she eased it back down. We were positioned so that half my weight was on her body. There was no doubt she wanted me where I was, the way one of her hands was gripping my side as the nails of her other raked slowly through my scalp. A deep sigh eased out, and I relaxed, my body easing into her welcoming warmth.

Again, her leg slipped up mine, the inside of her warm thigh crawling up the outside of mine. She was so warm down there it was getting me hot all over again, causing my breaths to race my quickened heartbeat. I wasn’t an expert on reading women, but I was almost certain that she wanted me, condom or not.

“Beverly,” I whispered into the quiet silence.

“Yes, baby,” she answered, causing a whole different set of emotions to flip on inside me. Hearing her call me baby was a verbally seductive tool she possessed that could get her anything she wanted from me. No one had ever used that term of endearment with me, and when she’d expressed it while we were having sex, I’d almost cum on the spot.

“Are you okay?” I asked although I had an idea what was wrong.

She shoved her pelvis into my hip, solidifying my thoughts. For the first time in my life, I loved what was wrong.

“I can’t sleep,” she whispered, sounding frustrated.

She sat up and flipped the lamp on, on her side of the bed. She pointed at the outside of her arm and waited until my gaze met the area she pointed at.

“I’ve had this birth control device in for almost a year, and I’ve never tested the 99.9% effectiveness of it.” She paused and let her words sink in.

The moment my brain connected the dots, my smile widened, and I placed a soft kiss to the top of the area she’d pointed out on her arm.

“I’m clean,” I volunteered. “About as clean as a man could get, and I’d never risk your health if I wasn’t sure,” I assured her.

“Me too, Luke. I want you again so badly,” she confessed, her eyes so heavy with lust she looked high.

My need for her ripped through me, heating my blood, before sending a tremendous amount straight to my groin. I drew her in, allowing my lips to crash into hers as our bodies collided like pulled apart magnets that had been set free. We devoured each other, exploring, pleasing, and sharing a connection I didn’t think could be broken.

Green and blue met with each glance, brown and ivory mingled, flirtingly with every caress. Those were the primary colors reflected in the kaleidoscope of us and projected our physical magic. My eyes, my lips, and my fingers feasted on her skin, a deep, flawless brown of sweet perfection lightly dusted with sparkling flecks of gold under the lamplight.

When I entered her body a second time, skin-to-skin, hardness to wet, tight, heat, I died, and each stroke rebirthed me into a new man. This time was different, more emotional. It wasn’t plagued by our eagerness to chase satisfaction. We were rewarded with a more intense pleasure that soothed our bodies, easing us into every move, coaxing us to enjoy every kiss, caress, and thrust.

My throat tightened, and I choked on a jumble of emotional words that threatened to spill free when our eyes connected and held. My brain stalled, never having experienced a set of emotions that connected me so fantastically deep with another person.

This connection we shared was addictive, intense, satisfying, and although my mind rallied against it, I chose to believe Beverly shared my feelings. I’d trained myself not to overindulge in much of anything that was too good, but with Beverly, I’d gladly overdose on her and face the consequences later.

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