Page 85 of My Revenant
“Gonna fuck you hard now,” he warned me, and I nodded, his fingers slipping out of my mouth so his hand could circle my neck instead—not hard enough to cut off my air, just enough to feel the pressure of him there, for him to keep me perfectly in place as he pulled his hips back and slammed in again fast and hard.
I pushed back against him, trying to keep up with his thrusts, but with the feeling of his piercing rubbing my oversensitive prostate making me jolt and squirm, his hand had to leave my throat to grip my hip and keep me where he wanted me. All I could do was lie there and take it as he chased his own pleasure.
“Fuck. Ready to feel me fill you up, baby? Ready for my cum inside you?”
“Yes,” I cried out. “Pl—fuck—please.”
My cock was iron-hard again, and as his thrusts picked up speed—no longer a steady rhythm but a race toward the finish line—I stroked myself quickly, crying out pathetic noises intohis pillow.
Dex groaned next to my ear, slick warmth erupting deep inside me, and I moaned as I came for the second time, adding to the puddle over the front of myself and the blankets.
We were both panting, covered in sweat and sex. His arm wrapped around my center, pulling me in closer, so there weren’t any gaps between us, and we lay like that until the chill of the night air on our drying skin had me shivering. Dex tried to pull back, but my hand shot to his hip to stop him. “Can we stay like this?”
“You want to sleep like this?”
I nodded, and even in the dark of the room, I knew he could see it.
“You’re sure?” he asked, and I nodded again. “You want me like this? Inside? While we sleep? You’re absolutely sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure!” I said, trying not to snap. I liked having him close to me, especially when we were sleeping, and there was no getting closer than we were right now. Dex’s hand left me as he grabbed for the blanket, pulling it over us. I knew we needed to shower, but I didn’t care. I was tired, and so was he.
“Are you hurt?” I asked once we settled in, his arm wrapping around me again.
“No, baby.” He placed a kiss to my temple. “You could never hurt me.”
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Jonah - Past
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I woke up with Dex still inside me. He was wrapped around me as if he was shielding my body from some unknown thing. His cock was hard, and so was mine. I considered whether it would be acceptable for me to rock myself back into him and fuck myself on his dick until he woke up and fucked me again properly.
Before I could reach a decision, a small noise left him as his body tensed behind me.
“Are you awake?” I whispered.
He didn’t respond.
“Dex?”
I wondered whether he was dreaming, and if so, was it a sex dream? Was it about me?
He made another sound—quiet, choked,pained.
“Dex?” I asked again, a little louder this time. I winced as I peeled his arm off me and rolled to face him, his cock slipping out of me. It was still dark, and I could hardly see his features.
He mumbled something in response I couldn’t quite make out.
“Devil?” My hand smoothed over the skin of his shoulder, finding it heated and damp with sweat. Any remaining tiredness evaporated in an instant, concern taking its place. I rocked him gently.
“No,” he choked out.
“Dex, what’s wrong? Talk to me, please.”
“No!Stop it!”
“It’s a dream,” I told him, shaking him harder. “It’s just a bad dream, baby, wake up.”
