Page 68 of Revival

Covering my mouth with his palm, he wraps the other hand low around my hips, and he yanks me forward onto his stiff cock.

“Fuck, you feel so good. I don’t know how I’m supposed to walk away after this. I literally crave this pussy,” he whispers heatedly against my neck. Releasing my mouth, he slips his hand between my thighs and circles my clit.

“Need you to get there fast, beautiful.”

“Keep touching me like that.” Cupping one side of his face, I place kisses across his neck. The ring on my finger sends an ache through my chest. I throb at his touch. Molten pleasure radiates across my pelvis. Crescents appear on his corded forearm from my fingernails.

He thrusts long and deep. Combined with his fingers, I find my core tightening around him in a matter of minutes. The sound of his jeans slapping against his thighs accompanies our labored breaths.

Our foreheads collide, a light sheen of sweat transferring between us. Those beautiful blue eyes stare into mine so deeply I feel as if he can see my soul.

“Are you going to finally kiss me?”

His lashes flutter closed. “Cort.” He moves his mouth to my forehead and kisses me there.

“It would be a fantastic goodbye present.”

“This is your goodbye present.” A sharp thrust accompanies his words.

“Just one?”

“I can’t.” Opening his eyes, he captures my jaw in the web of his thumb. “I can’t because if I kiss you, I’ll never want to stop.”

Shock ceases my lungs, moving no air in or out.

Shoving back my jaw, he drags his teeth over my chin and down my neck. Lips fasten over my throat.

“You close?” He redoubles his efforts on my clit.

“I’m almost there,” I whimper.

A resounding knock interrupts our tryst, but we’re too far gone to care.

“Is everything okay in there?”

“J-Just a little motion sickness!” I smother my cry with my hand just in time.

“Do you need medical attention?” the flight attendant asks through the door.

Almost there.

“No th-thanks!”

“I’m going to come,” Spencer moans huskily in my ear. The pure lust in his gritty voice has me throbbing around him.

“Come. Come. Come, please come.” I bury my fingers in his thick strands of hair.

Just as I begin to pulse around him, Spencer buries himself deep inside me with a smothered groan. Pleasure rips through us at the same time.

The perfect finale.

He helps me down, and we swipe a few tissues over our combined mess. I drag the ring off my finger and hold it out to him.

“Here.” My voice is raw.

Once his fingers close around it, I look away. I don’t want to know if he pockets it or discards it.

I retwist my hair into a bun and jerk open the door.

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