Page 89 of Revival

The longer the silence stretches, the harder it is for her to deny.

“We don’t know that for sure.”

Gripping her shoulders, I put enough space between us to see her face. “Did you tell them that I fucked you after graduation and left the next day?”

She looks to the side, avoiding my eyes. “I didn’t quite say it like that.”

“Right.” I nod, resolute.

“So we won’t tell them.”

“That’s not right.”

“No, it’s perfectly right. Do you think I want to deal with all the pitying looks and the questions and the assumptions about how I’m moving on too fast? Maybe I just want to enjoy this for a little bit. Enjoy you.”

Her hand cups the bulge in my pants that didn’t escape her notice. I grunt and sink my teeth into the tantalizing strip of skin at her neck.

“Spencer,” she gasps.

“We can tell them tomorrow.” I trace the shell of her ear with my tongue.

“Then you better spend all night convincing me that it’s the right idea.”

Her round ass feels heavenly in my hands as I hoist her into my arms. Tight yet at the same time soft enough for my fingers to sink into. Her shapely legs cinch snug around my trim waist.

“Is that a challenge?”

“That depends on if there’s a prize.”

“Me,” I growl, taking her plump bottom lip between my teeth and giving it a tug. Releasing it, I lick across the red indent I left. “I’m your prize.”

The banter dies as she starts kissing me again, spurring me on a fast track down the hallway to the main bedroom. It’s the only room I’ve furnished. Lucky for us both, as I’m not the type of man to dick down the woman he loves on the floor if I can help it.

Give me a pool or an airplane bathroom, and I’m all for it. But something about the floor just doesn’t do it for me.

Her back bounces on the plush mattress once before I yank off my tee and follow her down. Her hands feel like heaven against my bare chest. Her neatly trimmed nails scrape gentle lines across my flesh.

“Lose the shirt, Kitten.”

She leans up on her elbows, giving me adequate space to wrap my eager fingers around the hem and yank it away. The fabric floats behind me where I toss it on my impatient quest to release her bra clasp next.

The catch releases beneath my nimble fingers. Cortney drops to her back, allowing me to slide her purple lace bra off her arms and toss it to the bed.

“Spencer!” she gasps, her chest arching. Her immediate reaction to my mouth on her tit sends blood surging to my cock.

I alternate swirling my tongue around the tight nipple and licking it with it flattened. Her sensitive breasts have her hips rising and falling off the bed, seeking relief from the arousal.

“Feel good, baby?”

“Uh-huh,” she pants. “Need more.”

With my elbows planted in the bed for support, I use my fingers to tease her other nipple. “Like this?”

“Spencer,” she whines. Suddenly, my cock can breathe as she flicks the silver button on my jeans free and yanks down the zipper.

“You taste fucking sweet.”

In retaliation, she wraps a sure hand around my solid cock. My head falls to rest against her sternum. Her thumb swipes against the slit, gathering the moisture there. A shiver wracks my body.

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