Page 19 of Bought By the Revenant
He makes a noise deep in his throat, as if he’s startled. My hands are over his, my fingers pressing over his bigger, longer fingers, showing him how to squeeze me, knead me. I steal a glance at his crotch. His cock is so impossibly hard that it almost pokes out of the waistband of his pants. I move closer to the edge of the bed, closer to him, positioning myself between his knees. I let go of his hands, and they slip down my sides, stopping above the waistband of my panties. Then I lean forward, placing one knee onto the bed. My breasts hover over his mouth, and he bites his lower lip. He’s practically salivating, and my pussy gushes at the thought that I’m the first woman he’s ever touched, ever been with.
“Kiss me,” I say, pressing one nipple to his lips. “Suck me.”
“I don’t…”
The moment he parts his lips to speak, I push my nipple into his mouth. He closes his eyes and accepts the offering. I feel him shiver as he gently moves his mouth around my nipple, taking more of my breast into his mouth. His tongue circles the pebblednub, and I throw my head back and let out a deep, needy moan. My panties are ruined, my pussy throbbing for him. My thoughts are all over the place, and I catch myself wondering if his cock is also stitched. How would those stitches feel inside me? I grow impatient. Even as he moves to my other breast, not needing guidance for now, it’s not enough. I need more, and I need it fast.
My hands go to my panties, and in one swift motion, they’re off. Down my legs and on the floor. He notices and releases my breast, looking at me with wide eyes. I give him a mischievous smile as I place one finger on the nipple he’s just been sucking on and trace it down, down, down, over my stomach, toward my pelvis. He follows it with his white eyes, and then his gaze is glued to my sex. I slip my finger between my folds, parting them slightly, moaning at the rush of heat that goes straight to my clit.
“You do it,” I say.
He swallows heavily, but I don’t need to tell him twice. His hand reaches for me like I’m his lifeline. As he puts his hand between my legs, his fingers seeking my wet warmth, I wrap my fingers around his wrist to guide him.
“Yes, like that,” I whisper and pant as he spreads me open with his fingers and I feel the thin stitches along them rub against my most sensitive parts. “Inside me. I need you.”
He pushes his index finger into my pussy, and I suck him in until he is knuckle deep. It’s all so intense that it almost throws me over the edge, and we haven’t even done anything, really. When he freezes, I make him move his hand, pull his finger out, push it back in.
“So soft,” he whispers. “Hot… You’re throbbing around me.”
He sounds mesmerized.
“Imagine me throbbing around your cock,” I say.
That seems to do something to him. He stands up and reverses our roles, pushing me onto the bed. He climbs on top of me and looks at me, taking me in from head to toe. My darkbrown hair is spread on top of the covers, and my legs are open for him, his finger still deep inside me. I smile and pull my knees up to give him more space and a better view. I love the way he is staring at me, like I’m the most important creature in the world, the most exquisite woman he’s ever seen.
The first woman he’s ever seen naked. And the last, because I have no intention of ever letting him go. He’s mine now, and he’ll forever be mine. Until death… my death… do us part.
A sharp pain stabs through my heart, but I wave it off. Getting ahead of myself again. Focus on the present, Amity. On the here and now.
He moves his finger inside me, watching my face.
“You’re beautiful,” he says.
“I want to see you,” I say. “It’s your turn, Riven. Show yourself to me.”
At first, I think he’ll refuse me again, but then he straightens his back and starts removing his clothes. My pussy feels empty, and I tell myself that soon, he will fill me properly. I watch in awe as he takes off his shirt, revealing his stitched-up chest.
He is strong, every muscle in his body chiseled to perfection. The stitches cris-cross his chest and stomach, and when he pulls his pants down, along with his underwear, I can see they run low, to the base of his massive cock. And yes, his cock is stitched up, too. Two long, thin lines run from the base to the tip, and right under the head, there’s one thicker stitch that almost looks like a crown. The head of his cock is smooth, though, darker than the rest of his body, flushed with blood.
I lick my lips and hook my heels behind his thighs, pulling him on top of me.
“Come here.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on to him. Before he can overthink this, before he can tell me that he doesn’t know,he’s not sure, I lift my hips and roll them, rubbing my wet folds against the tip of his cock.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Take me. I’m yours.”
“I…”
And I feel him hesitate. He’s getting into his head again. I reach between us and grab the base of his shaft with a firm hand. He pulsates with need. A bead of precum drips onto my stomach, and I quiver, wanting him like I’ve never wanted anyone before. I want our fluids to mix, I want us to become one.
“Riven, I know,” I say. “I’m your first.”
He casts his eyes to the side.
“I think that’s precious,” I say. “Do you like me?”
