Reviving Bianca

by Becca Jameson

  She couldn’t breathe. Her vision swam as she dug her heels into the mattress without managing to gain purchase. She had no leverage with him holding her thighs so wide.

  When he lifted his head, she was gasping for air, but he didn’t give her any reprieve. Instead, he grabbed her panties at her waist, pressed her knees together, and hauled them down her legs.

  Her brain was still registering this new development as he once again positioned himself at her sex, legs wide, cool air hitting her wetness.

  He was staring at her. It was too intense. She needed him to climb up her body and enter her. Her face flushed from embarrassment. She squirmed to get out of his line of sight. “Gray… Stop…”

  He lifted his gaze. “Stop?” His eyes were wide. “You want me to stop?”

  She licked her lips. “Staring. Stop staring. It’s weird.”

  He smiled. “You’re a beautiful woman, Bianca. It’s not weird. It’s natural. I want to memorize every inch of you.”

  “Well, pick some other inches,” she said, wiggling to get out of his clutches.

  Ignoring her, he dropped his nose to her sex and nuzzled her while his tongue thrust inside.

  Holy shit. OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod.

  Withdrawing his tongue, he flattened it and dragged it across her sex until the tip of it landed on the sensitive nub at the apex. Instead of climbing up her body finally, he circled her clit with his tongue and then rapidly flicked it over the bundle of nerves.

  Bianca lost all muscle control, her body sinking into the mattress as she tried to draw in breath. Seconds later, he sucked her clit into his mouth, continuing to torture it with his expert tongue.

  There were no words or even thoughts to describe how aroused she was. She never could have imagined it would be like this. She’d pictured her first time being something uncomfortable with a bit of pain and very little satisfaction.

  This… This was none of those things. This was pure bliss, and he hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet.

  She wasn’t completely unaware of the possibilities packed into that tiny little nub above her sex. She’d touched herself before. She’d even brought herself to orgasm. But Grayson was obliterating every experience she’d had with her fingers in seconds.

  As he continued to suckle her clit, seemingly multitasking so that he maintained both pressure and suction and movement at the same time, Bianca’s desire rose even more. Then he thrust a finger into her channel.

  That was it. The moment he penetrated her, she came. Not the usual gentle pulse of satisfaction but a powerful tsunami of sensation that encompassed her entire body with convulsions.

  As her frame continued to shake in the aftermath of the orgasm, he kept thrusting that finger in and out of her so that the waves of pleasure never ended. Instead of coming down from the high and becoming a noodle that melted into the mattress, her arousal never fizzled out. It rose again, dragging her back to the precipice.

  “Gray,” she called out.

  “Mmm,” he murmured as he lifted his face. He wiped her moisture from his lips with the back of one hand, the other still thrusting into her. “Single sexiest moment I’ve ever experienced.”

  She flushed deeper as the reality of what he’d just done to her sank in. “I kind of expected you to participate,” she whispered, her voice sounding like it belonged to someone else.

  He chuckled, his finger twisting around to do wicked things to her channel. “I believe I’m definitely participating.”

  She moaned as she reached down with one hand to grab his wrist. “I can’t think when you do that.”

  “That’s the idea.” He grinned as he climbed up her body, but he didn’t remove his finger. Instead, he eased to one side of her and propped his head in his hand near her face. He leaned close and kissed her shoulder and then her neck.

  “How about you replace that finger with something else?” she whispered, fighting to make sense.

  “Mmm. I will. In a minute. You’re so tight, honey. Let me work you open wider first. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  She closed her eyes, mortified that she found it so embarrassing to discuss her channel so bluntly. “Couldn’t we just maybe do it and get it over with?”

  He shook his head, a slight grin forming when she looked at him again. “As long as I’m alive, we’re never going to ‘get it over with.’ I don’t operate that way, and I would never treat you with such disrespect, nor would I take advantage of you like that.” He slid a second finger in with the first, still holding her gaze.

  Her mouth fell open as he scissored those fingers, stretching her. It was tight. He wasn’t wrong about that. But it felt so good. The pressure. Every stroke. So very good.

  She was still gripping his wrist, but now she was applying pressure instead of trying to get him to stop.

  He leaned forward again and sucked a nipple between his lips. So much sensation bombarded her at once. When his finger hit an elusive spot inside her, she whimpered. “Gray…”

  In seconds, he was between her legs. He removed his fingers, planted his hand at her side, and lined himself up with her entrance. With his free hand, he stroked her forehead. “Bianca, look at me.” His words were tight. Forced.

  She blinked at him, trying to focus when all she could think about was the emptiness that consumed her from the loss of his fingers filling her. “Please…”

  He lowered his lips to hers and claimed another fierce kiss at the same time he thrust into her.

  She cried out against his mouth, shocked at the sudden pain. For a long moment, she held her breath while her body fought to accommodate his girth.

  Grayson kept his lips against hers, but he’d paused from kissing her. He was seated deep, and she irrationally craved more. More contact. More friction. More of anything.

  “Do it again,” she pleaded.

  He moaned as he pulled out and then thrust back in even deeper.

  She tipped her head back as if the air above her head might contain more oxygen.

  Grayson took the opportunity to set his lips in the crook of her neck. Somehow his hands found hers, and he threaded their fingers together and pressed hers against the mattress near her ears.

  She shuddered at the intensity of this encounter as his lips kissed their way to her ear and whispered, “You’re so damn sexy.”

  She shivered again. Best moment of her life, and he wasn’t even done.

  He set up a slow pace. In and out. Grinding deep. Sliding almost out. Repeating. He lifted his face from her neck and held her gaze while he made love to her. So sweet that tears came to her eyes. He didn’t comment, but he kissed both eyelids and then continued to watch her.

  She held his gaze, somehow finding a way to absorb the friction while maintaining contact with his eyes. So expressive. He really cared about her. It was all over his face. He really didn’t care about some dumb scars. He truly liked her for what was in her mind. And…he wasn’t going to hurt her.

  Overwhelmed with emotions, she crept closer and closer to that peak again, her body threatening to tumble over with every thrust. “Come again for me, baby. I want to watch you come apart beneath me this time.”

  She bit her lip. His voice was lower than usual. Gravelly. Sexy. Hot. It pushed her over the edge even without the words. On the next thrust, she cried out, and then as the pulsing waves consumed her, she moaned around how amazing it felt.

  Grayson kept moving, but his teeth were gritted as she came down from heaven. A moment later, his eyes slid shut and he groaned. He was buried deep, and she swore she could feel every pulse of his come as he filled her.

  Breathing heavily, he lowered his face to the bed next to her, releasing her fingers to cup her cheek with one hand and her shoulder with the other.

  She smoothed her palms around to his back and held him tight. So happy. Floating. Sated. Smiling.

  Suddenly, the bliss was interrupted when Grayson jerked his face up and looked down at her. “Shit.”

  “Wh
at?” Her heart beat faster, if that were possible.

  “Condom. Forgot to use a condom.” He slapped his forehead. “Bought them. Carried them around for weeks. Didn’t take them out of the package.”

  She blew out a breath. “Okay. Calm down. My fault too. Didn’t think about it for a single second.”

  “Jesus, I’m so sorry. How could I be so careless?” He groaned.

  “You weren’t alone.” She continued to run her hands up and down his back. “It’s done. Let’s not freak out prematurely. I haven’t even had a period yet. I don’t think my body is fully jump-started.” She shrugged, remembering another important detail. “Oh, besides, I’ve never had regular periods, even before I was preserved. Very infrequent. Super unlikely I even ovulate like normal women.”

  He nodded, frowning. And then he took a deep breath. “Right. Okay. Well, whatever happens, we’ll deal with it.” He eased out of her and lowered himself to her side, holding her close as she winced inside at the slight sting on his withdrawal. The last of her virginity.

  She was so happy that she didn’t let their little slip-up ruin the moment. Instead, she turned toward him and kissed his lips. “Thank you. I had no idea. I’ve seriously been missing out.”

  He smiled. “Any time.” His hand found her breast, and he gently thrummed her nipple.

  She was so tired. It was still afternoon. They should make dinner, but she didn’t care. She needed sleep. Instinctively, she knew it would be the best sleep of her life. Relaxed. Comfortable. Loved.

  In moments she succumbed.

  Chapter 12

  The sun was coming up when Bianca’s eyes flew open. She was on her stomach, cheek against the pillow, naked. Her nudity alone would have shocked her fully alert, but the warm hands running up and down her back and the gentle lips following in their wake sent panic rushing through her system.

  Grayson must have felt her entire body react by stiffening because he whispered against her skin as his hand trailed down over her butt and then her thighs, “Shhh. You’re okay. It’s just me.”

  She inhaled slowly, fisting her fingers in the pillow at the sides of her head. She didn’t think she would ever get used to having him so blatantly stare at her back. “Gray…” she pleaded.

  “Baby, you’re so beautiful, inside and out.” His mouth moved lower, sending a shiver down her spine with every kiss. “I’m so damn lucky.”

  She relaxed her grip and forced her body to follow. He wasn’t feeding her a line of shit. He cared about her. He didn’t care about some stupid scars.

  As his hand smoothed up and down her backside, she calmed. She also wanted to flip over so she could face him. Luckily, he let her, his fingers trailing around to her belly as she rolled next to him.

  He was staring down at her with a sexy smile. “Good morning.” His hand eased up to her breast and then higher to cup her cheek. “You slept hard.” His erection was pressed against her thigh.

  She hummed, unable to keep from smiling. “You wore me out.”

  He smirked. “I’ll do so again as soon as you’ve recovered.”

  She lifted a brow and reached to run her palm up his arm. “Who says I need to recover?” She didn’t sound like herself at all. Who was this woman tossing out sexual innuendo?

  He chuckled and leaned down to kiss her gently. “Trust me. You were so tight you scared me.”

  She shrugged, feeling a flush rush across her cheeks at such an intimate conversation. “I got over the initial shock fast.”

  “I noticed, but you’ll be sore this morning.” He nibbled a path to her ear. “Thank you,” he whispered.

  “For what?” Her eyes slid closed as he flicked her earlobe with his tongue.

  “For letting me love you. For trusting me. For giving me that most precious gift. I will never take it for granted.”

  She shuddered. “Thank you. For being so patient with me. For helping me see that I’m okay and I can have a normal relationship.” Without him, she doubted she ever would have gotten to this point. Another man wouldn’t have had the stamina to wait her out.

  She closed her eyes and squirmed against him, not caring if she might be a little sore this morning. She wanted to feel that same intensity again. Now. “Gray…”

  He moaned and kissed a path to her lips. Instead of kissing her mouth, he held her gaze and murmured against her lips. “I love that husky voice you use when you say my name.”

  “Yeah, okay, that’s sweet, but you’ve unleashed a beast, and now I’d kinda like to have sex again.”

  His smile grew against her lips. “Would you now?”

  “Yeah.” Was he going to make her beg? The flush resumed, and she turned her face to one side to swallow her embarrassment.

  His hand left her cheek to trail down her body, his fingers dancing across her skin as they landed on her breast. When he tapped her nipple, she arched into his touch and squeezed his biceps. “Gray…”

  His hand strayed lower, slowly, too slowly, tickling her belly until she wiggled. She wasn’t laughing, though. She was aroused. Waking up in his arms with him kissing her back so reverently had turned her inside out. She didn’t care if it hurt, she wanted him to make love to her again.

  When his fingers reached her sex, she parted her legs for him. She was wet. She didn’t need any foreplay, but he obviously had other ideas. Before she knew it, his fingers dragged through her moisture and then circled her clit.

  Nothing about his attention indicated she might be sore. The bundle of nerves he tapped swelled maddeningly under his brief contact.

  “You are so damn beautiful,” he breathed. “You have no idea. I could torment you like this for hours just so I could watch your face as you unravel.”

  Her mouth fell open as she squirmed beneath his touch. If he would just hone in on her clit and stop circling it…

  He set his nose on hers. “So beautiful,” he whispered again. And then he shifted, wedging one leg between hers as his fingers applied pressure to her clit.

  She moaned, her fingers digging into his arm. “Gray…” That one word. It was all she could manage.

  His hand slid lower, and he entered her with two fingers, sliding his palm down to rub against her swollen nub.

  She cried out, her eyes rolling back. Was it like this for everyone, or did they have a special bond? If everyone experienced this level of ecstasy when they had sex, why did anyone ever leave their homes?

  “That’s it, baby. Let it go.”

  Bianca was falling. Falling from someplace very high, but floating, like a feather. There was no fear, just the weightlessness of her tumble.

  When Grayson lifted his palm and pulled the two fingers out of her tight channel to flick them over her clit, she came. Hard. Gasping. Maybe she said something. Maybe she repeated his name. She wasn’t sure. All she knew was at that moment a parachute opened and she jerked back up toward the sky, no longer falling. Instead, she started gliding gracefully back and forth, the sound of the wind all around her.

  As her body gradually stopped pulsing around his fingers, she sucked in a breath and blinked her eyes in an effort to focus.

  He was smiling down at her, mouthing those same words again. “So beautiful…” Or maybe he said them out loud. Maybe her head was still in the clouds surrounded by air that was devoid of enough oxygen.

  Eventually, she heard her own sigh as she melted into the mattress.

  Why had she ever denied herself this pleasure?

  Bianca showered first, turning down Grayson’s offer to join her when she realized how small the bathroom was and how much smaller the shower. She giggled as she shut him out of the tiny room, instructing him to make her some breakfast.

  When she emerged from the bathroom wearing jeans and a white T-shirt, she found him barefoot and bare chested, his jeans hanging low on his hips as he reached to set two plates on the table. “Good timing,” he said, and then he reached for her and hauled her against his chest.

  His lips found hers imm
ediately, and then he trailed kisses to her ear and inhaled. “I love how you smell right after a shower. Floral. Fresh. Delicious.”

  She giggled again as he nibbled on her neck and then spun her around and shoved her into a chair. “Sit. Eat. Before I change my mind about breakfast and drag you back across the room.”

  This new dynamic between them was filled with hope and promise. She could get used to it. All she had to do was pretend they weren’t hiding from a madman and running for their lives.

  All she had to do was ignore reality and watch Grayson as he settled on the chair next to her and devoured his breakfast.

  All she had to do was ignore the fear seeping back into her consciousness like tiny needles crawling up her spine.

  Chapter 13

  Bianca shooed Grayson from the room when they finished eating, insisting she was fine and would clean the kitchen while he showered.

  She was in the process of setting their plates in the sink when two conflicting noises went to war inside her brain. She registered them both simultaneously, but hesitated for one more second with her back to the room, willing herself to have imagined that the shower came on at the same time the door to the cabin opened.

  She was still frozen in her spot, silently praying to a God she didn’t believe in when a cloth was pressed over her mouth and nose and her body was lifted off the ground. Two quick strides across the room was all it had taken to reach her.

  She knew instantly who had his arm around her, dragging her across the room and out the front door. The distinct scent of some particular brand of cigarettes always wafted from her uncle’s entire body.

  Finally, adrenaline poured into her system, and she kicked with her bare feet, her eyes wide. She grabbed his forearm and clawed at his grip, desperate to get free.

  Jorge was twice her size and much stronger than her. He never spoke a word or made a single sound as he dragged her from the cabin and quietly shut the door behind him.