Revive (Storm MC 3)

His gaze flicked to my hands and he only hesitated for a moment before doing as I said. Once he’d undone the rope, he sat on the bed, and I didn’t wait another second, I moved to sit in his lap. I wrapped my legs and arms around him, and brushed a kiss over his lips.

“Where did you go?” I whispered.

He blinked; surprised. But he wasn’t honest with me. “I’m right here, darlin’.”

I slowly shook my head. “No, Nash, you’re here physically, but your mind, your soul, left for a moment there.”

His eyes widened. He didn’t speak straight away, but then he floored me. His arms tightened around me and he said, “I like to fuck, Velvet. And a woman’s pleasure is just as important to me as my own. But with you, I care more about your pleasure. And I don’t know what the fuck to make of that, baby.”

It was my turn to blink. I was speechless so I just smiled at him. His words scared the hell out of me just as much as they made me feel so damn good about myself, about what was happening between us.

“Does that freak you the fuck out like it does me?” he whispered.

A shiver ran down my back. Nash’s honesty meant so much to me; I’d never been with a man who wasn’t afraid to share his innermost thoughts. I nodded. “Yeah, baby, it does.”

His lips crashed down onto mine and we lost ourselves in a kiss that said the words that neither of us could say. It was in that moment that I finally acknowledged just how easily I could fall for this man. And I also gave myself the permission to fall. I didn’t know where we would end up, but I knew he was the one to take a chance on.

Nash ended the kiss and murmured, “We need a condom, sweetheart, and then I’m going to fuck you hard. You up for that?”

He had no idea. “I’m always up for that.”

Nash didn’t need to be told twice; he moved me off him and left me to find what he was looking for. While he was up, he turned the music up louder. He’d made it so loud that I doubted I would be able to hear him talk.

I watched him put the condom on, and then he positioned himself over me, his cock hitting my entrance. My body thrummed, more than ready to have him in me. He’d meant what he said about fucking me hard; a moment later, without warning, he thrust inside me. My eyes squeezed shut at the sensations he caused. I’d waited all day to have him back in me, and he’d teased me to the point of madness. To finally have his cock was like a long sigh of delicious happiness.

He grunted, and pulled out before thrusting hard and fast again. I moaned, and he set a relentless pace of thrusting in and out. My legs gripped so hard onto him to keep up that I knew my muscles would be screaming at me tomorrow.

Between the music that was made for fucking, his grunts of pleasure and his cock giving me what I needed, I knew I wouldn’t last long. Nash had managed to captivate every single sense of mine and I was focused solely on reaching my orgasm. However, he stopped what he was doing for a moment and my pussy cried out for him. I didn’t have to worry though; he gripped my hips and flipped me over before pulling me up onto my hand and knees. His cock entered me again and I screamed out his name at how good it felt. He resumed his maddening pace, filling me completely with every thrust. I began panting; he’d brought me so close.

Just as I was sure I was about to orgasm, he roared, “Fuck!” He thrust one last time and then groaned as he came. It drove me over the edge and I came with him. My mind exploded with flashes of light, and my body quivered with the intense pleasure he’d given me.

We stayed joined for a couple of minutes. Nash ran his hands over my ass and along my back. “Christ, Velvet, the things you do to a man,” he murmured before pulling out of me. The bed shifted as he moved off it and left to dispose of the condom.

I turned and sat on the bed, waiting for him to return. My thoughts were all over the place. And jammed in amongst all those thoughts was the knowledge that Nash and I had just shared more than our bodies. I watched him walk back into the room and knew from the soft look on his face that he felt it too. He turned the music off and came back to the bed. Those muscles of his distracted me again; hell they would always distract me. They’d fucking distract a lesbian, I was convinced of it.

I laid back and he settled on his side next to me on the bed, one leg draped over me. We lay just watching each other for awhile. It felt natural, easy. No words were needed. But eventually, he grinned at me, and asked, “You liked the music?”

His playlist consisted of only those two songs. I wasn’t complaining though, they worked for me. I ran my hand through his hair. “I love your playlist although I’m a little surprised you have that song on there.”

“The one you dance to?”

“Yeah.”

He dipped his lips to mine, and then hit me with the sexy Nash smile I loved; the one that meant he was having devious thoughts. “Sweet thing, you can’t be surprised that I get o

ff to thoughts of you. Fuck, any man in his right mind would. You’re a man’s fuckin’ wet dream.”

Nash could say the dirtiest thing and yet still make it sound good. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Good because it was fuckin’ meant as one, baby.”

I smiled lazily at him. He’d worn me out the last few days and sleep was claiming me. He noticed and kissed me again, before saying, “Go to sleep. I need you rested for tomorrow.”

“What’s on tomorrow?”

His devious smile returned. “It’s your turn to ride me tomorrow night, sweet thing. I’m going to let you do all the work so stop talking and start getting your energy back.”

I shut my eyes and began to drift off. “Promises, promises,” I murmured.