Page 51 of Revival

I rest my elbows against the ledge, thrusting my chest forward. His mouth moves eagerly down as he licks droplets from my skin.

“I’m not complaining.”

My eyes slam shut as he takes my nipple into his mouth. I use my elbows to bring myself higher. The water laps gently around my belly button, adding to the sensation of his tongue swirling the taut peak.

“Try to be quiet, Kitten.”

I open my mouth to ask why when he abruptly poises himself at my center. His thumb strokes over my clit as he eases himself inside. My question cuts off into a shuddered moan that Spencer complements with one of his own.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

“So do you.”

“I can’t stop.” His hips begin a steady rhythm. Water splashes around us against the glass wall. The skin of his forehead is tacky where it rests against mine. “I don’t want to stop fucking you.”

His sentiment rings true for me too.

“Don’t you dare stop.” I dig my heels into his ass in order to match his rhythm.

“You’re a mess.” His palm swipes over the top of my head, pushing the wet hair back from my face. “A beautiful, fucking mess. I can’t get over how gorgeous you look taking my cock.”

Flattery will get him everywhere. I shudder as his dick strokes against that sensitive spot deep inside, and my pussy clenches around him.

“You like that, beautiful? Do you like me complimenting you? Are you going to come harder for me because I tell you that you’re a goddamn goddess? Fuck, Kitten. This pussy was made for me.”

His words have the desired effect as I pulse around him. I clench my thighs, gripping his waist and lifting myself harder to aid him in plowing deep inside.

His index and middle fingers scissor my nipple, making me squeak and squirm.

“Yeah, like that, sweetness. Grind that pussy on me. Rub that needy clit just how you want it,” he growls through his teeth, slipping his fingers beneath the surface to do just that.

The pinpoint attention drives me straight to the brink. The stars above begin twinkling behind my eyelids as they drop shut.

“Please kiss me,” I murmur, reaching around the back of his neck. Thick, wet strands of hair slip through my fingers. “Please,” I beg.

Before I can gather my bearings, he pulls out and flips me over onto my front. I manage to grab the ledge as Spencer slams back inside. With my wet hair gathered in his fist, he yanks my head back, exposing my throat.

He moans loudly in the quiet night, grunting deeply as he thrusts. “Don’t ask for something I can’t give you.”

The rugged, animalistic sound of him chasing his pleasure has me crying out. My breathing picks up with every heady male moan in my ear.

His skillful fingers return to my swollen clit, rubbing the nerve endings with the perfect pressure to send me hurtling toward an orgasm.

“I can give you anything else you ask for.” He lifts me so my feet leave the ground, levitating me in the water. “I can make you come any way you want.”

“Baby,” I cry out, my legs tightening as I draw close.

With the curve of his thumb, he captures my throat. The back of my head connects with his shoulder. He lifts me up and down his thick shaft, using me the way he needs to come.

I fucking love every second of it.

I can’t even remember what he’s talking about when he says, “I’ll kiss every other inch of your body.”

A scream rips from my throat as I’m hoisted up and over the ledge. I fold in half. My naked torso hangs down, flat against the glass, pinned by Spencer’s hard body on the other side.

Before I can get my bearings, his tongue licks over the crack of my ass.

“Spencer!” I scream, slapping slippery palms against the glass.

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