Page 48 of Revival

I palm one of her tits, the weight simultaneously heavy and soft. I capture the nipple in an antagonizing pinch.

“I want to taste these.”

Cortney takes the headboard in her hands and leans close enough for her nipples to graze my lips.

The flat of my tongue circles the pebbled tip before I suck and capture the sensitive point in my teeth. Her whimpers grow to breathy cries, and her bucking hips pick up speed.

“Need you…” she pants. Those words find their way beneath the slots in my ribs to prick at my heart.

“What do you need me to do?”

“Get there with me. I want to feel you come when I do.”

The words spur me on. Her insistence is all I need to power my hips up into her. Despite being on bottom, I lift her easily. We rise and fall together like the waves washing on the shore.

“Gonna come,” she whimpers. She lets go of the headboard to curl over me. Her nipples drag over my chest, and I wish I could feel her on my bare skin. But I’m not ready to reveal the entire patchwork picture beneath my clothes.

“Nearly there,” I grunt.

She drops her face into my neck, muffling her scream in the pillow behind my head.

“Fuck.” The rumbled cry of my pleasure is loud in our room. I shove deep inside and still, banding my arms around her torso. Her pussy clenches rhythmically, sucking me dry as her twitching hips slow.

We lie silently, entangled in this honeymoon bed. I trail my fingers along the bumps of her spine. Gradually, her breathing slows.

She lifts her head, hair spilling around her flushed face and ruby lips.

“Okay, gorgeous?”

With her hand flat on my chest, she rests her chin on the back. “How long until we go again?”

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Cortney

Sweltering heat stirsme in the middle of the night. The weight of Spencer’s body pins me to the mattress. His torso is flush with mine, the shirt still encasing his chest rubbing against my sensitive nipples as he shifts in his sleep. His warm leg is cocked at the knee, trapped snug between both of my thighs.

After the marathon of activities, we fell asleep as entwined as two people can get.

That’s not good for my heart.

This is just a beach fling, I remind myself. It’s nothing different from a spring break trip. We can hook up, make some glorious memories, and go our separate ways when we get home.

Until then…

My hand inches across his stomach, feeling the bare skin between his shirt and the sheet wrapped around his trim waist. The need to feel more of him, to remind myself last night was real, propels my hand beneath his shirt, across the hair on his stomach.

A strong hand halts my advance.

“Going on a little adventure?”

“I want to touch you,” I murmur, pressing my mouth to his neck. He smells uniquely of Spencer, warm and masculine. The light stubble there tickles my lips.

“Not there.” His voice is gritty with sleep. “If you want to touch me, I have somewhere requiring your attention.”

The smirk in his voice sends a pulse to my clit. My hand makes the return journey south.

“Aren’t you tired yet?” I tease, curling my fingers around his impressive size. He’s warm and heavy in my palm and rapidly hardening at my touch.

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