Page 46 of Revival

“Mm-hmm.”

“You have to come for me first though. Come on my face, pretty girl. Show me how much you need me inside you.”

Her hand tightens in my hair, holding me in place as her thighs clamp around the sides of my head. Heels shoved in my back draw her hips from the bed. She pumps against my fingers and tongue, essentially fucking herself.

Fuck, that’s hot.

I’ve never seen something more beautiful.

She throbs around me, and I know she’s seconds away from splintering apart. I don’t know where to look. I want to watch her pussy, swollen and red, pulse around my fingers, but I also want to watch her face as she breaks beneath my touch.

“Spencer!” she cries out, anddammit, hearing my name on her lips as she comes, I lose control, shoving myself against the mattress as a groan rumbles from my throat.

I drink from her. Lapping up the flood of her arousal as her muscles string tight. My eyes flash to her face just in time to watch my name fall from her self-inflicted swollen lips once more.

After giving her one last lick, I start to slow my pumping fingers.

“That’s it, Cortney. Come on my hand. I want all your pleasure, sweetheart. You did so well for me.”

The hand gripping my hair slackens, and her body goes limp.

I reach down and push the silver button of my shorts through the hole. Ignoring the stickiness inside, I slip out of them and crawl up the bed. My dick hangs heavy between my legs, bobbing as I rearrange myself beside her despite having just come.

Her flushed cheeks and glittering satisfaction are just visible in the moonlight as she turns to face me.

“I so wish I could kiss you right now,” she says breathlessly. “I’ve never come that hard.”

“’Bout damn near snapped my fingers in two.” I grin, nuzzling into the side of her neck. “Want you to ride me, Kitten.”

She leans up on an elbow. I feel her attention trace down my covered torso until she reaches my hand gripping the base of my cock.

“I’m not sure I’ll be any good at it.” She looks away.

I wrap my fingers around her elbow, bringing her back to my face. “Your fuckface ex tell you that?”

Her slim shoulder rises in a shrug. “Not exactly. But getting cheated on sure takes a chunk out of your ego. Seeing it on video nearly obliterates it.”

Leaning back against the pillows, I drag her over me until her chest is pressed to my shirt. I wish I could bottle up the weight of her lying on me for those cold, lonely nights back home when this is over.

“I saw the video. And I’m not just saying this because I’m about three minutes from getting to slide my dick inside you for the first time in two decades. I’m saying this because it’s the truth. Listen closely, because after this, I want you to feel safe enough with me to take what you need.”

I tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. I trace it down the side of her face, rubbing the soft, dark pieces between my thumb and index finger as I look her in the eyes.

“Are you listening, Cortney?”

She nods.

I lean my forehead against hers. “She doesn’t hold a candle to you.”

“Spence—”

I silence her with the pad of my thumb against her pouty lips.

“Not done yet, gorgeous. I’m not saying this to be a dick to her. She might be cute and be lucky enough to have what society says is the ideal body. Just to say, so do you, but even if you didn’t, even if you had fifty pounds on her, it wouldn’t matter. You know why?”

She shakes her head.

“You will never be less attractive than somebody who’s willingly fucking someone else’s partner. That shit is ugly. And it says nothing about you that those two people, one of whom should have protected your heart with his goddamned life, chose to betray you like that. It’s all on them, pretty girl.”

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