Page 46 of Revived
“Come for me, Rachel. Let me see you…” His command does me in, and with a few more strokes I feel the pressure explode and the waves radiate from my pussy out to every limb of my body. I cry out as quietly as I can manage as I continue to rock, using the friction to extend the life of my orgasm and extract every last tremor while keeping my eyes trained on his, building an intimacy between us that is unparalleled. When the explosion subsides, I fall forward onto Luke’s chest, breathing sporadically and then slowly realizing what I just did.
“Hey,” Luke says, pulling me from my resting spot on his shoulder as I turn to face him.
“Yeah?”
“That was so fucking sexy,” he smiles. “But now you need to let me up before I come in my pants.” I can’t help the chuckle that leaves my lips before sitting up tall.
“Why don’t you let me take care of you?” Luke shakes his head as I place my hand on his rock-hard bulge. “Please. Let me make you feel good. You deserve a release just as much as I did.” I reach for the button on his pants, popping it open as he watches my hands while I push up his shirt to reveal his abs. A dark smatter of hair trails down from his belly button, disappearing beneath the band of his briefs.
“Are you sure?” He chokes out as I pull his jeans and underwear down while he lifts his hips.
“Absolutely, Luke. I want to so badly.” Dropping to my knees, I extract his length from his briefs and marvel at how thick and hard he is, how pink and soft his cock is, and how big he feels in my hands. I start to stroke, rubbing up and down as his breaths become short.
“Fuck, Rachel.”
“Can I put my mouth on you, Luke?” I ask, knowing he needs to be okay with this, that I don’t want to push him too far.
“I’m not gonna last if you do, Rachel. It’s been too long…” He replies, embarrassment flooding his face as he closes his eyes.
“Hey, I don’t care, okay?”
He nods and I don’t waste one more second before I take the tip in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head.
“Oh, fuck!” He shouts as I release him from my mouth and remind him to keep it down. “Shit. Yeah, my bad.”
I chuckle quietly and then bring him back inside, deeper this time while licking the underside of him as I pull him in and out of my lips. I take my time, knowing he’s going to burst any moment as he grows harder and throbs in my mouth.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come, Rach,” he manages to grit out as he folds himself forward and I feel the first hot spurt hit my tongue. I keep stroking him and pulling him inside as he comes down my throat and I fight to swallow it all, his hand cradling my head as he grunts and moans and I get wet between my legs all over again. I’ve never swallowed during a blow job in my life, but I didn’t even think twice about it with Luke. All I cared about was making him feel good, as good as that orgasm made me feel.
“Holy shit,” he says, flinging his head back against the cushion as he slumps down further in his seat.
“Are you okay?” I giggle, proud of myself and happy for him.
“I need a minute.” I watch the rise and fall of his chest as he composes himself before finally lifting his head to look back at me. “You are incredible,” he murmurs, pulling me up from the floor and into his arms, kissing me with wild abandon as we hold each other and bask in taking a big step forward tonight.
“Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself,” I tease him as he plants kisses all over my face and lips.
“There is one thing though,” he says, which instantly makes me defensive, afraid of him criticizing what I just did.
“Okay…”
“We probably shouldn’t do that out here again. Because if Grayson were to walk in on that, I think I’d have a hard time explaining to him what he was seeing.”
I can’t help it, I snort, laughing behind my hand as Luke joins me. “Yeah, probably a good idea.”
“Thank you. I swear, I didn’t give you that explanation tonight to make you feel obligated to do that…”
I shake my head at him in reassurance. “I didn’t think that at all. I enjoyed it, and there are so many other things we can do along those same lines,” I suggest, bouncing my eyebrows up and down.
“I’d like that.”
Once we’ve gathered our wits and righted our clothes, we say goodnight and move to our own rooms, my body still humming with how right it felt to finally touch Luke like that. My hand travels down my pants as I take myself over the edge once more, reliving the feeling of grinding on him and taking him in my mouth. It’s thrilling to know we’ve crossed that line and can only continue exploring that part of our relationship, hoping that things will only get better with time.