Page 80 of Rev

Fuck, fuck, fuck, her lips ghost over my jaw, her fingers trailing down my cheeks, over my ears—until her, I had no idea ears could be erogenous, but the way she touches me? Lightning straight to my cock. Too sweet, too delicate, too tender, it makes me fuckingcrazy. Cannot handle it, at all.

Her lips touch my ears. “More,” she whispers, breath hot, words hotter. “You.”

I groan, cock jerking painfully at her words, at the heated need in her voice. “Myka, Jesus.”

She pushes up, braces a hand on the bed beside me and hangs off the edge. Reaches down—into her purse. Comes upright, sitting astride me. Blond hair loose and wild, sex hair, hanging down her chest and draping over her tits. And fuck me, those tits. Big, plump, soft, pale—teardrops of perfection, thick nipples as sensitive as her clit, so sensitive she damn near gets off just from me playing with them.

She’s shy. Unsure of her own beauty.

She’s got a box of condoms in her hand, hesitantly offering them to me.

Instead of taking the box, I play with her tits. “Put it on me,” I tell her.

She bites her lower lip—more fucking torture, so damn hot, so damn cute—brow furrowed. She carefully slips open the box, removes the string, rips one free. Tears the foil open. Withdraws the latex ring. Slides down my thighs, takes my cock in her hands. Such small hands, so gentle—the sight of them wrapping around my cock is a tease, another form of wonder and beauty beyond anything I thought could be possible. So incredible it’s torture. Too good, too perfect. Too good for me.

Yet I accept it. I watch those small gentle hands slide down my cock hand over hand, rolling the condom onto me. Grit my teeth, aching all over, throbbing, cock pounding with need. Her touch makes me wild, and the memory of her taking my cum on her belly is fresh in my mind, the image and the sensation of those plump red lips wrapped around my cock even fresher.

Now, I get to take her pussy.

She braces her palms on my chest, staring down at me. Expecting me to take over.

And for all that I want to pound her into the mattress, I gotta take it slow with her.

I reach up and take her by the neck, draw her down to me. Kiss her—and like all the other kisses, I just fucking lose it the moment I taste her mouth. I always mean to kiss her sweet, but then her mouth goes hungry like she’s never been kissed, and I just…lose it. Give in to my most primal need—to take, to claim.

And goddamn, but she likes my mouth. She gives as good as she gets, all but snarling like a wildcat as our mouths tangle.

I break the kiss, murmur against her lips. “Need to be inside you, Myka. Need itnow.”

She lifts up, cradling my cock in her fist, guiding me to her. I can’t breathe, anticipation is so thick in my chest. Never wanted anything in my life like I want her, never felt need till I felt the need to slide inside her sweetness.

She rests her forehead on mine, panting through gritted teeth as she nudges me inside.

I hiss through my teeth as she takes the first couple inches of me. “So…fucking…tight,” I whisper. “God, Myka.”

“Oh mygod,Rev, you’re so big.” She rolls her forehead against mine. “I don’t know if I can take it all, honey.”

Honey?

My whole being, soul, mind, body, heart, spasms, flincheshardat the word.

Honey.

She can’t possibly know how that word, so sweet and innocent, feels to me.

“Rev?”

I choke. “Slow, Myka. No hurry.”

“But won’t you—”

“Don’t think about me for one fucking second,” I grumble. “Just you.”

I palm her breast, thumb her nipple—she gasps, and I feel her clench around me, feel wetness surge. She needs another one so she can take me. My other hand grazes in circles over her ass, ready to guide her movements.

“Touch your pussy for me,” I order.

She huffs in surprise, lifting up on her hand to look down at me. “While you’re inside me?”