Page 83 of Rev

I drive up into her, hard. Can’t speak, now. Can’t breathe. Can only chase my climax, lost in her, gone for her, no finesse now, no technique, not thinking about her, just taking her for myself, now.

More whispered words in my ear, and I was undone before, at these words, I am unraveled totally, all that is me simply shredded, dissolved, absorbed into the beauty of this woman.

“Please don’t stop, honey. Fuck me, god, yes, yes…” This, as I lose all vestige of control, my orgasm beginning to detonate inside me, “Rev, oh god, Rev, yes, yes baby, yes—pleasefuck me,pleasedon’t stop!”

I’m ripped apart, then.

It’s no mere orgasm, it’s something far more. Something bigger, deeper.

She moves with me, clenching around me, and I realize somewhat faintly through the hazy fog of my climax that she’s there with me yet again, as my orgasm triggered hers. We’re moving in perfect synch, her downstrokes meeting my upward thrusts, her soft curves sliding against me, wrapped around me, thighs clamped, arms tangled and squeezing the breath out of me, her mouth now on mine and demanding I kiss her—when I can’t manage even a kiss, so gone to the climax am I, she takes over, takes the kiss she wants and keeps slapping her ass down onto my thighs, taking my orgasm and demanding more and more and more.

After an eternity, I have nothing left. I fall backward, feet shooting out toward the headboard, taking her weight onto me.

I cradle her. Cling to her.

She wraps around me, face buried in my throat, gasping, panting. “I didn’t know.”

“Hmmm?” I can barely form that much coherence.

She shakes her head against me. “I didn’tknow.” Broken, wrecked.

“Didn’t know what?”

“That it could be like that.”

I give her the truth. “Me either.”

She lifts up, pulls away to meet my eyes. “You either?”

I shake my head, sift my fingers through her hair. “No, Myka. Never knew it could be like that.”

I feel wet on my skin. “You cryin’?”

She nods. “Overwhelmed. Way overwhelmed.”

“I…did I hurt you?”

She props her elbows on me and cups my face in her hands—doing that thing again, that sweet touch, that tender look, slaying me, shredding my already shredded soul. “No, honey. No. So far from it.”

I flinch at thehoney. I can’t help it.

“Rev.”

I close my eyes, shake my head.

“Rev.” Insistent.

I shake my head again, fighting for control over whatever the fuck is going on in my chest and behind my eyes.

She forces my chin up, swipes a thumb over my eyes. “Rev, baby, look at me.”

Another flinch.

“Why are you reacting like this? Talk to me.”

I swallow hard. “Can’t.”

“Try, please.”