Page 90 of Revival

When she licks me off her thumb, I nearly combust.

I kiss my way down her silky skin, pausing to run my tongue around her belly button and again to trace the C-section scar across the dip of her hips. Even though I’ve previously explored every inch of her nakedness, I want to do it again and again.

“Spencer, please hurry, baby.”

“You want me to lick you?” With controlled slowness, I strip her pants and underwear down her legs.

“Yes.” Her fingers slide into my dark hair.

“You want me to taste you?”

Those fingers tighten.

“You want me to make you come with my tongue?”

I don’t wait for her to answer. I toss her calves over my shoulders and bury my face between her thighs.

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Cortney

I convulseat the shock of his tongue against my heated center. The fingers tangled in his hair jerk so hard he lets out a grunt against my clit. The vibrations only enhance the pleasure he’s creating there. My neck arches against the plush white pillow beneath my head, and my eyes slam closed while silver sparks dance behind the lids.

“I’m already so close,” I pant. The muscles just beneath my navel tighten with his experienced licks. Somehow, he knows the perfect amount of pressure to apply to my clit. The way he slips a finger inside to gently stroke the spot that will make me see stars.

We spent two weeks together, and he surely used the time to study my body well.

Two weeks without has me ready and on the edge.

My thighs clamp around his head with the next flick of his tongue, and as he sucks my clit, I just barely manage to gasp, “I’m coming!”

Like a true gentleman, Spencer doubles his efforts and doesn’t crawl up my body until I’m a boneless, shaking mess.

“I love the taste of you, Kitten.”

“Is it my turn to taste you?”

He presses a damp kiss on the ridge of my collarbone. “Later. Right now, I need to be inside you.”

I help him shove his open jeans the rest of the way down his legs. He settles his body like a comforting weight between my thighs. When he lifts his head, his heated gaze sends a shiver cascading down my spine.

“Keep looking at me, Cortney,” he orders.

He reaches between us to fist his cock. His elbow extends with a few steady pumps. The tip of him brushes against my opening, and my eyelids start to flutter at the light touch.

“Eyes open. I want to watch your face when I enter you.”

My stomach hollows as the first inch pushes inside. Spencer moves with a calculated slowness. Holding us both on the edge of pleasure, he works his way in. After the next small thrust, his arm begins to shake where he holds himself above me. I want to throw my head back and close my eyes, but I hold his gaze and the intense vulnerability he’s showing me.

When he finally seats himself, my core clenches. The aftershocks of my first orgasm ripple to life around his size, and we both gasp.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants. “You feel so good around me, baby. I have to move.”

“Please,” I beg, finally losing the battle and slamming my eyes shut. I buck my hips to meet his.

He begins fucking me, moving with a sureness that comes from knowing my body. Hours spent together made us familiar with one another. He knows exactly how hard I like it. How hard he likes it. It’s not long until his muscles tense above me.

“I need to come, Cortney.”

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