Revived

by Christine Michelle

  “I didn’t know exactly who you were, at the time, but I definitely gave you more than one though,” she giggled. “How could I not?” She asked the question before leaning up and placing a kiss just under my chin, then she grabbed hold of my cheeks with the gentlest touch, and tipped my head enough that our mouths could meet once more. It was her turn to nip at my lips and tease them with just a tantalizing taste of what was on offer. “I knew what you meant, but I’m telling you now, if we do this… I’m not one of those girls. I’m not like…” Whoever she had been about to say, the name was swallowed with a slight shake of her head. “I’m not a toy to be played with,” was what came out of her instead.

  “No, you’re not,” I agreed and then sealed my mouth to hers, before gently slipping my tongue between her slightly parted lips, and then taking full advantage of that entrance granted. Tongues glided, hands wandered, and all the while, the heat that had cooled a bit with the direction of our conversation came back to life between us.

  Mel slid her hands up under my t-shirt, those fingertips leaving a trail of fire behind wherever she touched. Fuck. I don’t think someone’s simple touch had ever lit me up that way before. My body was nothing, but a big fucking ball of anticipation. “Mel,” I hissed as she reached my chest and gave my nipples a little pinch. That was it, I had the shirt torn from my body in seconds as her mouth then latched on, and she nipped first one, then the other. Light laughter followed before she went back and licked each one, as if to appease the sting she’d left behind.

  “I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” she admitted, but it wasn’t the admission that turned me on so much as the sultry way her voice had deepened just a bit. Her fingernails trailed back down the line of hair that went from my chest to stomach, then dipped into my jeans. “I need more,” she insisted, and that was everything I needed to hear.

  Hell, I was in such a daze that I couldn’t tell you who tore whose clothing off, where anything landed, or if we were even gentle enough with one another as we both got naked far too quickly. Then she was standing there in all her glory, not a worry lining her face, no trace of insecurity with her body. Her curves were on display, breasts too large to simply be a handful, hips flared, and her waist tucked between, even as she held a bit more of the soft weight around her middle than I’d seen on a lot of women in recent years. Living in Los Angeles tended to mean you saw only the surgery perfect bodies or the ones honed from hours on end in a gym and diets that meant dinner was never a great date option.

  Seeing Mel, looking the way she did, and the confidence to be seen that way, it was a far bigger turn on than I’d have ever guessed. I forgot some of the things I used to love about women before the world I lived in skewed my perspective a bit. This woman should have been the representation of the goddess all others strived to be. She was a perfect balance between soft and hard. “You’re the most divine creature I’ve ever laid eyes on,” I told her.

  Mel smiled and moved close enough to trail her fingers down my chest again. Only, she didn’t stop at my abs that time. Her fingers continued their path until they curled as far around my cock as they could, all while she looked me in the eye, and then she tugged. Hard. “Fuck me!” I ground out.

  “If you insist,” she told me as laughter bubbled out. “Sorry,” came the apology right behind the noise.

  “Never apologize for being happy, looking beautiful, or wanting me,” I told her. “I know I won’t.”

  She cocked her head to the side and the radiant smile she held on that beautiful face seemed to light up from the inside. “I’m glad you feel that way.” The brief interaction made me wonder if maybe her ex had damaged her in other ways too. Had he made her feel bad for laughter and happiness? Fuck, I wanted to kill that guy.

  “Stay here with me,” Mel murmured as she started kissing from my neck down. “Be right here with me. None of our past bullshit when we’re together, okay?” Despite her continuing to trail her lips down my body, her eyes were on mine, demanding that of me. I nodded and then dipped my fingers into her beautiful curls that looked too brawn in the dark of the hotel room. I slid them in and then pulled slightly, in order to snag Mel’s complete attention.

  “Get on the bed and spread those legs for me,” I ordered her. She moved so swiftly, it was startling. As if she’d just been waiting for someone to tell her where to be, when, and how. “Oh sweetheart, you listened so beautifully. Do you know what that does to me?” I asked while palming my thick cock. I gave it a couple strokes as I took her in, hair splayed across the pillows, breasts still high, even as gravity helped them dip a little at the sides. Most women hated to think about that. I’d heard them joke about not wanting their tits in their armpits when they laid on their backs. They’re ridiculous for thinking that, because I was lost in all the ways I was going to make them stand at attention for me. With my hands, my mouth, maybe one day, some ropes.

  I climbed up from the bottom of the bed, inching forward on my knees, my fucking cock leading the way, knowing exactly where he wanted me to plant him. I had other plans though. Dipping down, my own ass in the air, I leaned in and swiped my tongue right up her dripping wet center and moaned at the delightful taste I found there. Her hands flew to either side of my head, but that wasn’t happening. Instead, I took hold of them, moved them up by her shoulders and held them tight in that position while I leaned in and took another lick that elicited a lengthy moan from her slightly parted lips.

  “Gabe,” she whimpered.

  “We’ll get you there, sweetheart.” I put pressure on her hands for a moment, then took it away. “Is this too much?”

  “Not even close.”

  “Good.”

  I leaned in and nipped at her nipples the same way she had done to me earlier. “Oh God!” She hissed.

  “No, it’s Oh, Gabe!” Mel laughed, struggling a bit with how I was restraining her as she did. I glanced up and grinned at her anyway. How long will it take you to come on my mouth?”

  “I – I don’t know,” the first flicker of doubt shown in her eyes then.

  “You don’t know?” I asked gently. “Has no one ever gone down on you?”

  A blush stole across her chest and followed her neck up to blossom across her cheeks. “I’ve had it done, but not ever long enough to…”

  What? I leaned in and teased her nipples with my mouth again, giving me time to think. I sucked hard, listened to her moaning, then leaned up further until I could whisper in her ear. “So, you’re telling me you’ve never been with an actual man?” She grinned at my response, but didn’t offer up a verbal explanation of any kind. “I think it will take less than five minutes of me sucking on that pretty little clit of yours. Less, if I pump my fingers in that juicy pussy of yours at the same time.” I moved in and kissed her lips, showed her with our mouths, with my tongue, exactly what was about to happen to her in other places.

  “Gabe,” she whimpered.

  “Be a good girl and keep those hands right here,” I told her as I pushed them down further into the bed for emphasis. “If you move them, I’ll have to spank that sweet ass of yours.” Watching her try to decide if she wanted that or not was almost hilarious enough to throw me out of the little game we were playing. Almost, but not quite. I was pretty sure she needed this. Needed someone to show her how it could be, how it should have been, and how she had never had her needs sated before.

  That was about to change. I removed my hands from where they had been wrapped around her wrists, slid them up and over her shoulders, traced her clavicles and then swept in to scoop her breasts up and hold them high and tight on her chest. I laved each one with my tongue, giving each of her nipples equal attention while gently scraping the stubble on my chin and cheeks across the fleshy portions. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Melanie.”

  “Gabe, please,” she grunted, her hands now fisted into the blanket by her shoulders. Just this much stimulation was making it damn near impossible to listen to my demands.

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��Mel, don’t make me have to punish you.” I kept my voice low, letting each word follow me down her body from her breasts to her abdomen, to where I swirled my tongue in her bellybutton, making her squirm and jerk her hips upwards. I quickly popped her thigh with my hand. “Still,” the order came out as I moved further, to where the line of her well-trimmed pubes began. She had a tidy little landing strip that would lead me home to where she needed me most. I reached over, with the same hand that had just smacked her thigh, and tugged on the hair. “I’m glad you have this,” I told her before rewarding her with a sift swipe of my tongue over her clit.

  Her moans damn near drove me to come all over the fucking sheets. The sound, so long, drawn out, and full of all that pent up need, it was hard for me to deny her any longer, but I had to. She had to know that her pleasure meant something too and sometimes, half the fun was getting there slowly.

  I gently breathed there, right at the apex of her thighs, allowing her to feel the warmth, the heat of me there. The promise of what was to come, and then, without any warning to her, I attacked. My tongue went to work on her clit, as I used my hands to shove her thighs wider apart. There was no other way to describe what I did, other than to say I feasted on the woman that had been driving me absolutely fucking crazy for months. Hell, I hadn’t been with a woman since before I found out about having a son, and once I met Mel, she was the only one I could think of. The only one I dreamed of doing this to.

  I took a moment to lick my fingers, wetting them, and then I slid first one, then another inside of her. She threw her head back as they probed inside, scissoring to stretch her just before finding that little roughened patch where a simple come hither gesture with my digits brought her screaming only moments later. Shit. I didn’t even get her off with my mouth, she had been so primed. It still didn’t stop me from dipping my head back in to taste the sweetness of her release. She had to have squirted because she was so incredibly wet and I enjoyed lapping every last bit of it before going back to her clit and bringing her to another screaming orgasm with my mouth – as promised.

  When she finally came down and I was able to get her fingers to release the rough hold they had on my hair, I slid up her body and grinned at her. I knew she could see the shine on my mouth from her juices, watched as she licked her lips, and that lazy, sex haze held her eyelids at half-mast. “You taste like heaven, Mel, but you were a very bad girl.”

  “W-what?” She breathed out.

  “Where did I tell you to keep your hands?”

  “Um,” she hesitated, a small smile forming on her lips. “I couldn’t help…”

  I didn’t say another word, just sat up and in one quick motion, I had her flipped onto her belly beneath me and popped her ass hard, both cheeks, before raising her up to her knees and slamming myself inside her. “Now, for your punishment,” I informed her.

  “Yes!” That one word was her only answer as I rocked into her, hard. Giving her every bit of my length as I smacked those luscious globes of hers intermittently until they were both heated and a pretty pink to match other parts of her.

  I scooped Mel’s hair to the side and leaned in to lick, suck, and bite my way up her neck as I rode her hard. “This is what bad girls get,” I told her.

  A quick laugh burst from her amidst the heavy panting she was doing as she braced herself up on her elbows and offered me a sidelong glance over the same shoulder. “Then I’m prepared to continue being a bad girl.”

  I bite down harder at the tender flesh where her neck met her shoulder, causing her to groan out. “Then I’ll have to get more creative with your punishments,” I explained in between bites and nips. “Maybe next time, I’ll withhold your orgasm from you all night and make you wait until the next for satisfaction.”

  “I could just,” she huffed out as she pushed back on my cock when I stopped moving.

  “You could just what?” I asked while grabbing her hair and tugging so she could look me in the eyes. “You could just make yourself come?” I asked. The little minx nodded her head, or tried to. I felt the movement, though I didn’t allow it. “It would never be as satisfying and you know that now.” Her whimpered response was all I needed for confirmation.

  “Now,” I told her as I thrust myself to the hilt inside of her once again. “I’m going to need you to get there soon, because I’ve been far too worked up about you for far too long and it won’t be much longer before I unleash inside your sweet little pussy.” Her eyes widened at my threat. I had no intention of releasing inside her, and I’d kick my own ass later for failing to wear any protection, but I also knew that Mel took birth control regularly.

  “Yes sir,” she finally panted out as I wrapped an arm around her waist and dipped my finger into the wetness sloshing out from between her legs every time I retreated a bit. Once I was lubed up, I traced labia that was stretched around my cock, all the way to her clit. There, I ran slow, gentle circles around it, in direct opposition to the powerful thrusts of my cock into her perfect pussy. Then I tapped on her little button and Mel exploded, her muscles clamped down on me and threatened to wring me dry with each pulse as the orgasm ripped through her.

  “Fuck! Gabe!” She cried out as her body began to shiver. I upped the pace, rutting into her with a bigger purpose now. I was on the brink, and she was milking me so good that I damn near did spill my seed inside her. Instead, I pulled out at the last minute and jerked my cock twice before spewing my cum all over her lower back and the ass I had painted with my handprints earlier.

  We collapsed there on the bed, me sliding off to the side of Mel as I pulled her back to my front, spooning her. “That was,” she started to say, only to quiet again for a moment before carrying on. “That was so different.”

  “Hey, I thought we were leaving everyone from our past out of this?” I knew what she meant, but the warning needed to be there. There was a part of me that needed to know she finally got a good fucking, but then that jealous beast inside of me roared at the thought that anyone else had ever been with her before. Never mind the fact that they hadn’t treated her right when they had her.

  She chuckled softly. “It’s not like that. Sex was always more of a chore for me during my marriage. It was never what I wanted.”

  “Did you ever ask for anything different?”

  “Once,” she admitted. “He told me I had lived in the city too long and it had tainted my soul.”

  “What the absolute fuck?”

  I felt her shoulders move in what I assumed was a shrug. “We came from a pretty small town with very judgmental people who all prescribe to the idea that sex is for making babies and probably only needs to happen with a woman on her back until the man plants his seed.”

  “Damn, I think you left your sister with the perfect kind of revenge for what she did then,” I told her as I kissed her head and hugged her closer to me. Mel was quiet for a moment before she started laughing.

  “You know what? You’re probably right. I keep thinking she looks like she’s so happy in the pictures I saw, but truthfully, now that I think about it, she looked really tired.”

  “And you look phenomenal, sweetheart, so the joke was definitely on her.”

  “Is it weird that I don’t wish her any ill will?”

  “I guess that would be for you to decide.”

  “Not that I think she was faultless, but she didn’t make any promises to me or take vows before God, family, and friends. You know? My sister always had a crush on him. Always. I knew it, he knew it. Hell, the whole town knew it. I think he might have felt the same, but she was too young back then.”

  “At least he waited until she wasn’t,” I grumbled.

  “I’m not excusing them, but I definitely place more blame on his shoulders. She had been in love with him from the start too. I can understand how she would be easily manipulated into an affair.”

  “Still,” I offered.

  “I know. I don’t forgive either of them. I’m just able to understand how she mad
e that decision, even knowing it hurt me. In her eyes, I hurt her by taking him away in the beginning. She never did understand that she was too young for the asshole.”

  I laughed at that. “Little sister problems are never anything I had to worry about, so I’m probably not the best judge.”

  “How come you never married? With a performance like I just got, they had to be lining up for a ring.”

  It was my turn to shrug. How the hell could I be honest with her? For a good decade, I was so hung up on Kendra that I couldn’t even think about anything beyond meaningless sex with women. Some of them stuck around a week, others a little longer. One night stands were never my thing, but commitment was never on the table – not with any of them.

  “Is it because you were always in love with her?” She asked, seeming to already know the answer.

  “I knew, the moment I saw her with another man touching her pregnant belly that it would never happen, and I guess after that, it wasn’t something I thought about with anyone else either.”

  She hummed out a sound and grew quiet. At first, I wondered if I said something wrong, but then her deep, even breaths were a dead giveaway that Mel had passed right the hell out on me. I leaned in again and kissed the top of her head once more before plucking up the down comforter at the end of the bed and pulling it up over our bodies.

  ~*~

  Waking up next to Mel shouldn’t have been startling, but it took a moment for my brain to kick in and figure out why my heart was hammering so quickly inside my chest. Then I heard it again. My cell was ringing, and that was the tone I had set for my son. Ever since his accident, I’d dreaded phone calls. The worry that he’d suddenly relapse or have another one, while ridiculous, was still prevalent in my mind.