Rock...
Caught in a delicious haze, Rock's hips move with more alacrity the deeper he explores Revy. The bliss enveloping his body as he fucks her from behind is indescribable, enough to make him mostly forget the burning pain in his ribs.
Pain while being pleasured! Rock thought giddily. God! Why does this feel so good? He wondered absently realizing that he was enjoying this way too much to be considered still on the level of sanity.
Maybe he was masochistic after all.
Having surrendered to the mad lust that's been lurking inside him, it took Rock a while before he found a pattern in his frantic. It's been quaking from the onset barely held back by his control just under the surface, and egged on by his excitement to feel this again.
He was powerless to stop his mind from reposing into blankness from the moment his cockhead breached Revy's slippery vice.
There was just feeling this and wanting ever more of it. The sensation of their skin-on-skin contact, the scent of their sweat, sex, and heat pushing him closer and closer over the edge. The way his body responds simultaneously to Revy's responses; to all that he was making her feel. There was just them and how his greedy fingers couldn't get enough of that ass, those breasts.
Cannot get enough of her!
A prisoner to his needs, he thrusts savagely up her slick channel for an undetermined amount of time before slowing his roll. His cock rubbing against her walls, his back already bowing, head tilting as far as he was able as he uses his palms' leverage on her hips to keep her from going anywhere, denying her any reprieve from this onslaught as he rolls his hips in tight meticulous circles against the sheets and her ass, scraping that roughen flesh at every opportunity as if magnetized - as if his cock had locked-on to that location.
Rock found he likes making her generous property ripple whenever he slams up to the hilt of his shaft. Perhaps too much! He was increasingly enjoying putting pressure on her entrance as his balls slap against her wet folds with each thrust; that sound distinguishable in the cacophony of their moans and swearings.
He had decided from that moment she'd grown brazen enough to test out his shaft, breaking the limits of his control with that hip-grind of hers, that he would spill inside Revy's sweet heat enough to make her feel his every jet as his seed sprays her walls.
No stopping it! No way in hell is that even remotely possible for him right now.
Not with his impending culmination so rapturously close. Not with his senses melting into the single-minded necessity every man feels on the verge of bargaining over his seed between the heaven of a woman's thighs.
Curses hissed appreciatively from his lips as if praising the covetous hold her narrow passage had on his shaft - like the grip of a tight fist while a talented tongue expertly tends to the sensitive head.
He couldn't help his bellows the higher his seed climbed up his length about to reach the slit; about to drag him over the fucking precipice!
Feeling it coming and coming, the crown so sensitive right now though he still wanted to feel her more.
"Aah God!" Rock sighs aloud followed by a satisfying series of grunts as he slid down first then rapidly up the glove enslaving him to the pleasure they were creating together. Turning him into a willing victim.
They both were.
With his hips rolling like waves, his skin sheened with sweat, breaths heaving, he couldn't help loving the way she fit him so right.
Nigh out of his mind, Rock found himself unable to stop from going faster inside her. Harder!
Half-bending, half-lying down with his chest to Revy's upper back, his knees and toes making purchases into the mattress as a forearm balances him precariously while he ripples her asscheeks one penetrating glide after another.
"Motto! Motto! More, I need more from you!" Rock demanded hoarsely, excitedly crying out unsure of what he was asking for. Uncaring of what he was asking for yet needing it more than he needed breath.
He shut his eyes enjoying the feel of Revy around him, beside him, the taste of her residual honey still on his tongue. He felt trembling in his chest, his breaths lumbering out from him in a shuddering match through his nose, the warm air dancing over his upper lip while a cyclone of emotions collided within his body, eroding everything he's built up over the years to hide behind. Which left him questioning himself;
Why does this shit keep happening to me?
For some idiotic reason, he was feeling things for Revy he knows he absolutely should not feel.
Is the feel of her pussy so good or is this the result of breaking my long abstinence?
Sometimes in grips of pleasure, a man will swear on anything, do anything because it feels so intensely satisfying between his lover's thighs that he proclaims things in the throes like; love or marriage or kids or hand over his entire paycheck if only to keep feeling that intensity. But right now he was feeling something... different?
Damn it! Fuck! I don't want to think about this or anything right now!
He has not one expectation from this tumble between him and Revy. This is just sex. Incredible, bone-thrumming sex that had Rock unconsciously switching back to his native language. It stripped away his normal reserve characteristics, churning them into a possessiveness so strong it made him hold her that much tighter. Raw, scalding jealousy for any future or past liaisons from her lovers had his hips galloping faster, forcing Revy to gasp with each attempt to catch her breath robbed by his powerful thrusts.
It was useless, not to mention utterly stupid in the do-you-have-a-death-wish? category, to believe that he could keep her body and soul for himself despite whatever robust argument his cock was trying so convincingly to sell him on.
He only had these moments with Revy. There was just tonight for them. He understood that somewhere inside his head quieted for the moment by his raging hormones.
Yet he was fucking her as if he owns her, like she was his, like he loves her, though he understood firmly that that will never happen on either side of the board. This was just passion. This was just him unleashing his pent-up desires on Revy with impunity now that he has this shot with her.
Is it good for her too? Was he hurting her? He didn't want to know. But she wasn't reaching for her gun under her pillow, that's always a good sign.
"Look at me," that was not a request still she refused him. Her eyes were closed, face contorted against his onslaught; the breaths leaving her open lips were in a series of hitchy-strangled moans.
Frustrated, Rock turns her head to face him forcibly but before she could protest, he covers his lips over her mouth, swallowing her words as they shared a fuck-kiss on the edge of his climax, his fingers laced with her free hand as he forces her to accept his tongue down her throat. Revy's breasts jiggled from his insistence behind her. Her pink nipples were ripe and erect from this act between them. Goosebumps ran the length of his skin. The AC kissing the sweat beads on his back, brows, and what ran down his slim nose; his sable hair was slick with it as he continued his campaign between her legs. She would have to shoot him if she wanted him to stop prematurely.
A few moments later, he was releasing her captured lips, his entire body gone ridged with the arrival of his seed at the mouth of the crown. With his contorted face to the ceiling, Rock let loose an uncontrollable roar as white-hot-cum burst from him, spilling out in a rush. It surprised him to listen to his almost-unrecognizable voice bellowing his name for Revy several times in desperation, something he's never done with any woman no matter how good the sex was, ( nickname or not).
"Beck! Beck! Oh, fuck...my...God!" Rock roars out, his momentary paralyzed state melting down into a renewed series of frantic ruts as his hips followed a pattern not even he understood. The sheets were tangled under him revealing the sturdy grey material of the mattress.
Intangible sounds rip from his mouth again and again, grunts and groans breaking over his tongue as he kept coming and coming. His pistoning hips thrusting like a well-oiled machine, he felt like he could go on like this forever. Though black spots swam in his vision, he wanted to experience this peak with Revy without end. His fingers were still interlaced with hers. He squeezed them as if he could never and would never let her go as he grinds on her, gyrating harder, maniacally fucking her little core as deep as his cock could reach.
"You can't..." Rock barely registered Revy speaking over the rush of pleasure assaulting his faculties, drowning out everything else not committed to making him nearly comatose from his climax. "fucking stop...d-d-don't come inside me, Rock!" Her moaning scream filling him with a shot of raw male ego.
The hell he won't come inside her!
You'll fucking take everything I give, Revy. EverythingI want to give to you!
It occurred to him that she was trying to get away from him. Faint attempts at struggling registered from her but he couldn't allow that.
To stop now? That's definitely in doubt. Especially with his control in shreds and pure raw need ruling him, there was no way he could stop himself even if he wanted to!
Not when he'd already spent up all his patience in their foreplay. Not when it was impossible to deny her greedy little channel all of what it was milking from him. And certainly not after the feel of her slick sweet heat had exceeded his most fevered fantasized expectations.
Was it just dawning on her that they were fucking without a condom? Was reality just catching up?
Did she really expect me to pull out? Not everyone had that kind of patience or discipline. He thought selfishly.
Even in his head, seduced by the devastating pleasure swirling inside, that last part sounded like bullshit. The fact of the matter was he'd decided that he wasn't going to pull out. He wanted to give as he takes.
"Rock, no." Revy protested weakly in between moans and gasps.
"You have a needle eye for a pussy, you know that," Rock whispers to his lover just barely catching a labored breath to speak. "Deny me not this." His English was jacked-up, twisted like his sheets. His hips thrusting slowed as more and more he climbed down from what he could only describe as mind-scrambling.
All at once he felt whole and shattered in innumerable pieces and he was ok with that. At peace with it, even.
When he spoke, his voice sounds roughened and low from all his yelling to the rafters. He swallowed hard over his now parched throat, still subtly thrusting his semi-hard penis as he calmed from such a release.
This was so not like him.
Usually, with some exceptions in his liaisons, he was poised, and composed, relishing the exchange for what it was; a transaction of pleasure. A release of pent-up desire.
But this?
This left him biting his lip from the delicious sensations still coalescing through his entire body. He caught himself stretching one leg over Revy's, kissing the sweaty-salty skin of one of her shoulders, his tongue lovingly collecting the droplets, making her shudder under his touch which had him in turn shivering and groaning low similarly like a ricochet.
If he were to describe what the aftermath of his culmination felt like, it would be something akin to a resonance spreading out far and wide after a thousand explosions detonated simultaneously deep underwater. Muted though no less devastating; the surface trembling and rippling from the effects and it's astounding to him that he was maintaining his consciousness.
Normally, he's not a cuddler and he wouldn't guess Revy to be one either. But for what seemed like unending minutes, they both laid in silence, limbs tangled over each other, each with their own thoughts.
For Rock, as he fought to catch his breath proper, he had to wonder:
God Almighty! What is this?
How could he feel so upside-down yet so righted at the same time? Satisfied, though he was craving more.
So much more.
One hand kept squeezing one of Revy's breasts, pinching her nipple teasingly ever so often while his other hand held a curvaceous hip hostage, holding it steady with him pushing his way further up her warmth laced with his cum; milking this, though, from the feel of his balls, he was far from done.
Despite not having a scrap of food in his gut, his energy was up thanks to his forced rest. He could go another round or three. Plus, if he wasn't licking it off Revy's misted skin, the last thing Rock wanted right now was food. Not after just one dosage of that potent drug. He was an addict now. All he could think about was how incredible it feels fucking Revy. And if he had to unleash everything in his salaryman's arsenal to convince her to keep her legs open to his business, then so be it.
His earlier admission had startled her for some reason, he could tell. To Revy, he's the nominal office boy- boorish and conservative. He's never uttered the word 'pussy' in all the time they've known each other. She will be seeing more aspects of him tonight as long as she behaved herself and played the right cards with him, he'll show her more of this Rock as long as she didn't try to stop him.
After having but a sample of what those tight cut-offs held under duress, Rock didn't believe he could stop if requested short of a gunfight ensuing once he got going. Augment his technique to give them both more pleasure? Certainly. But stopping utterly? When he's just beginning to take her measure after only feeling her from behind?
Thought patterns blitz throughout his head even as he slowly, reluctantly withdrew his swelling cock out of its warm wet cradle because now he was visualizing taking her from a different position. From several different positions.
As he tried to get up, Rock thought of how hypocritical it was of him to promise Revy new memories when he'd allow one spiteful bitch to make him not enjoy this for three years. Alright, it was more like a Parade Of Spiteful Opportunitistic Bitches. But like the straw that broke the camel's back, Kari really wounded him.
He was an idiot for allowing her into his life in the first place, into his thoughts and concerns, and then loving her till it bordered on pathological was utterly stupid. But it felt so good to be wanted that first time after being neglected then made to keep up pretenses for so long. Though the Okajima family may not be the wealthiest, they were certainly one of the most influential with high connections everywhere, especially in the upper-middle-class social circles. And influence is just as, if not better than money sometimes.
He wanted what he and Kari had (at least what he thought they had together) to be real. Though he'd suspected her motives for being with him - he wasn't blind. He just didn't want the truth to be true. The feeling of being loved by her, wanted by her was like fresh air into smoke-strangled lungs, and he clung to that feeling, wrapping himself inside its unfamiliar inviting warmth.
Don't misunderstand, though. It wasn't a case of cowardice that kept him from being with someone again after Kari's betrayal. He's had other lovers even after Kari plunge her knife into him- literally. She was neither his first nor his last attempts at a relationship. Nor was he afraid of another woman stabbing him in the thigh or doing something equally or more damaging to him. It's just that last 'real' relationship such as it was, soured him from any deep emotional investiture into another person. That was around the time he picked up smoking and never stopped.
Any liaisons he entertained thereafter were one-night-stands mostly but he couldn't bring himself to cultivate acceptance for that type of lifestyle with women who were practically strangers. Neither did he want to get to know them enough to want them beyond an exchange in orgasms. He didn't need to know if they were only interested in him for his family's connections. 'Men fuck like rabbits' is the international popular belief. 'Men are dogs!' Isn't that right? (They didn't need any encouragement outside of a nice ass or nice rack), ran the popular opinion. But Rock had always needed and vied for something more than just a slam - (before he got stabbed, that is). He's felt what it meant to be wanted by another person even if it was a paid deceit on their part, it was real to him.
When he'd told Kari that he loved her, those words were real; heavy with meaning, and for his troubles, it scarred him deeper when the blade of her knife could ever have penetrated- (though the wound in his thigh initially almost cut to the bone). And when that love turned to hatred, it did a better job of corroding him from the inside more efficiently than her humiliating him before his peers, and his family could.
That was a mistake. She was the mistake he could never make again.
Staring at Revy panting for breaths almost as he was, he once again had reminded himself that this between them was all that it was. Just sex. Nothing more than that. And it hurt him that he would have to pretend that it was more than that to make it good for her otherwise it will be forced, fake and no matter how much energy he had reserved, it would just be fucking on his part. And it wouldn't show her something she's never felt.
He blocked out all thoughts of Kari and his parents and the pain that came with anything that rose their image in his head and focuses totally on the woman beside him.
Just don't fall for your own trick, Rock. He warned himself, gathering his scattered wits about him. Don't be an idiot like last time.
With his knees still quaking, he had to rely on his hands for additional support as he crawled over Revy's prone form. Her open legs were barely able to accommodate his lower body.
Sitting on folded legs steadied him enough to release his hands from their duties of supporting him from collapse.
He reached for her legs, about to spread them wide when he met resistance.
"What the hell are you doing?" Revy mumbled, still panting a little. He's never her mumble before.
"You didn't cum," he informed her simply, "Isn't that selfish of me?" He grinned at her, feeling cocky and self-assured like he could take on the entire underbelly of Roanapurr by himself. He attempted to spread legs again but she stopped him. "Want fuck you again, Revy. Want to watch you come for me again," Rock whispers, absently telling her of his intentions; a bit of annoyance seeping through the moment at the interruption. He wanted to do this fluidly. Did she still not trust him? Or, in his excitement, had he failed to keep his end of their bargain and hurt her?
Was she feeling sore already?
Perhaps he should have been more mindful and less vigorous in his ministrations.
His eyes bored into hers, "are you not feeling up to it anymore?" he challenged, running his hands over her shins and up her knees, licking his lips unconsciously despite himself; lust running alongside the doubt clouding his confidence.
Would they have to stop here? So soon?
Rock bit down on the disappointing feelings brewing inside him. He leaned slowly in and cupped her cheek, "just say the word if you don't want me to continue," he whispered effectively reiterating that this was, in no way, like her last time, even though saying the words felt unnecessary with her being who she is now and with her gun sleeping under her pillow like she's the female version of 007, operating illegally without her license to kill.
Still, Revy's issue is psychological he had to remind himself, and he would be an idiot, not to mention a fraud if he tried to force the issue. He had to burn a conviction within himself to wait. To have patience. Though, to be completely honest, he felt nothing in his bones remotely related to patience.
Revy swallowed but her answer wasn't forthcoming. Taking her hesitation to mean what he thought it meant, Rock lean back, unfolded his legs from under him, and got up off the bed.
"The fuck?..." Revy flew up flustered and brushing her tousled her out her eyes.
Though his room was sizable, a few quick strides put him near the door next to the light switch by the time Revy's protest reached its second sentence. He couldn't help the smirk on his lips at her reaction to him leaving, her actions pleasantly taking him aback for a second. He honestly thought she would reach for her argument under the pillow instead of firing her words at his back.
"Screw you! You wanna go? Then fine! Get the fuck outta here!" Her hurt voice (though she tried to disguise it from him) rang through the room, softening his smirk to a slow smile on his lips; his back to her conceals his expression.
At that moment, Revy didn't sound like the battle-harden vanguard of the Lagoon Company. She didn't sound like Two Hands with the ever-growing body count under her belt everybody feared. To Rock, she sounded like a girl asking a boy she thinks is rejecting her to accept her.
I do accept you, Beck. Rock thought pained because she'll never accept him. They'll never have something more than tonight and sooner or later, the spell holding this night together will evaporate with the rising sun.
With a soft click, the lights were off. "Did I say I was going somewhere?" Rock spoke softly, pivoting slowly on his heels, returning to her.
In the darkened room, her silhouette showed her holding herself very still but the fingers of light streaming through the blinds revealed her turning her head carefully in his direction with arms folded. For a moment neither of them disturbed the silence as Rock drew closer, closing the distance to her until he was reaching for her. Like a blind man seeing with his hands, he uses five fingers to feeling his way up her body from her knees, to her thighs, over the curve of her side, through the valley of her breasts then her neck, lips, and cheek where they rested from their ascent, resuming their place.
He leaned in to plant a kiss on her neck but she pulled away from him. Rock's brows furrowed in confusion.
"What's wrong?" He asked silky, still leaning in.
She took a breath, seeming uncomfortable with complaining or communicating in a setting like this, "You make it sound like I have control here but when I told you not to come inside me, you did it anyway," Revy said sounding angry and a little hurt by his betrayal. Rock absently wonders if he would've found her blushing were the lights still on and they talking about this very thing.
Then he felt like an asshole as a thought flashed in his head.
Did coming inside her make her relive some disgusting memory from her rape? Shit!
Alright, it was selfish of him to do that, he could admit to himself now that he wasn't in the grips of lust and some of that pent-up steam had blown off.
Three years is passing idiotic to not feel the touch of a woman. Hells! Three months without sex is considered sacrilege to most men.
She had a point though, but he couldn't be honest with her. How could he tell her that from the moment his cockhead breached her slippery vice, his thoughts fled. He couldn't explain how his mind went tunneled vision and all he could fathom was how he's been starving for this, that his selfishness kicked in full-throttle, bringing back a yearning with the force of a battering ram as if all those years ignoring his body's needs had come back to haunt him like a bad debt.
Never had he felt tremors in the base of his shaft just after slipping in the head (not even when he broke his virginity, barely a teenager at the time). It was only through sheer willpower had he kept his seed down long enough, determined to make this good for her.
Damn it!
He'd promise Revy new memories. He hadn't counted on himself getting caught up. He didn't need new memories! He's tried repeatedly to create them before and they'd burned him to a husk.
Sharing himself with others in the past had left a bad taste in his mouth yet being with Revy felt like his previous position on the subject of relationships was reversing. And maddeningly, he couldn't explain why.
Rock! Some sensible part of his mind annoyingly admonished him. You said it yourself. It can't end well with Revy. It just won't.
Rock bit his lip hard. He knew that but like a Devil's advocate, another thought pattern sent signals dancing through him like fireworks, recalling how she'd grown brazen, teasingly tested out his length with tight rolls of her hips. He couldn't even get the words out to stop her at the first hint of his control snapping like a taut wire breaking under the strain.
Deep breaths were useless.
And when another torturous roll rubbed her walls against his cockhead, Rock's control finally snapped, drowning him in all the sensations he's missed out on after all this time.
"Know what I like about you the most?" Rock whispered from the crevice of her neck, "there is no pretense with you."
"What?" she asked a little confused since he went seemly off topic and he was glad when she did not attempt to draw away from him this time as his tongue darted out to lick her skin.
"It's just refreshing." He said matter of factly, "And you're wrong. You do have control. So take a pill in the morning."
It was the truth but the very asshole-way he said it had Revy pushing at him making him rock back on his knees before snapping, "you fucking bastard!"
He grinned at her, his teeth and eyes catching threads of light from the window. "I don't have any STIs or STDs whether you want to believe me or not." Thinking that's what she might be concern about. Taking a pill would prevent any unwanted pregnancy. He would never want to raise his children in Roanapurr!
"And what if I do?" She retorted sharply, a speck of a challenge to her tone.
"I don't give a fuck," Rock responded with a shrug, "and I'm not saying that because I can't get enough of you." He bit his lip but the words had already flown fast and furiously of his tongue. "We live in a war zone," Rock continued reasonably enough, "the tables can turn at a moment's notice. Can't we just enjoy this one-time-peace?"
Revy didn't say anything, so he slid off his knees into a prone position beside her, one hand stroking his flaccid-grown-cock still sticky from its stay inside her. Of course, that got her attention, though they were shrouded in darkness and initially, he thought she might move away from him in disgust.
"Fucking yourself?" She grunted with a curious snort.
"Come here," Rock ordered her quietly.
"Continue to fuck yourself." She spat a little annoyed with his audacity for trying order her around but not feeling any need to strike him down for his arrogance just yet.
Probably too spent?Rock grinned to himself, propping his body up on an elbow and turning on his side towards her, doing as he was told.
"I told you to come here," he repeated a little more sternly.
Taking the bait, Revy snapped, unfolding her hands and turning on him swiftly, the streams of lights illuminated her enough for him to see a flash of irritation. That's exactly what he wanted.
He grabs her by the waist, pulling her down with him - easily subduing her hands at her sides since she wasn't "really" fighting back.
"You want to cuddle now? Is that it?" Revy sneered, "go cuddle your dick. Get off me."
Holding her steady, he whispered at her ear, "why are you so mad at me? Did I hurt you?"
"Let me the fuck go!"
"Answer," Rock nibbled on her ear, speaking deliberately slow, "my fucking question." he insistent, partly because he needed to know if he'd failed her. If he'd, in his arrogance, made her experience worst than the last time.
"You're a selfish asshole," Revy deflected, trying wriggle from his grasp but he interlocked his hands behind her back.
"Aren't we all?" Rock volleyed back sarcastically, hinting at their time on the kitchen counter.
"Rock," Revy words sounded sieved through gritted teeth, "I'm gonna tell you one last time." She warns. "Don't push me, or I'll-"
"You'll kill me." Rock interrupted softly, stealing her line. With his voice still calm and soft he made it clear at her ear in a whisper, "as long as you're the gun and I'm the bullet, I don't mind, Beck. I honestly don't give a damn."
That statement froze her attempts to get free like pouring sand on a flame, she calmed. All thrashing ceasing. He felt a warm breath left her, meandering over the skin of his neck up to his chin.
"Why you call me that?" Revy asked softly after a few seconds dotted the stretching silence between them. She raises her face to look him in the eye, her earlier ire somewhere else for the moment. Thanks to the streetlight outside he was able to see her expression clearly. "Why you call me Beck?" She asked sincerely.
"Only I get to call you Beck," Rock answered her seriously, deflecting his real response. Should he have said; (Oh! that's what I call you for my masturbatory activities)? That would've cheapened this beautiful moment they were having. As close to romantic as it gets.
Wonder what she would say to that. Rock wanted to roll his eyes until he located his brain, he felt so pathetic. "and only when we're alone like this." He continues. Unlocking his hands from behind her back, he ran a thumb over her cheek, he ensured she understood him when he told her, "any other man calls you that in my hearing and there will be blood, Beck."
She scoffed at his statement, rolling her eyes but she didn't move from where he set her on him, her nipples pressing against his chest despite being free from his hold. "A few orgasms and you think you own me. I'll fuck anybody I want, get that through the mud in your head."
Rock gave her his most evil smile. Even with part of his face shrouded, the lights piercing other parts in the darkness reflected his expression perfectly and from the look in Revy's eyes and the sudden burst of tension stiffening her body against his, her instincts, at least, got the message. "I don't own you, that's true. And I have no intention to own you or control you in any way. But," Rock said, smoothing the pad of his thumb under her bottom lip slowly, "if we were to continue this between us after tonight then that will start to mean something to me, Beck and I'm a very, very jealous man. I'm just letting you know the consequences of a particular set of actions in advance should they occur." He said diplomatically, casually dropping his hand from her face.
Revy scrounged her face up, "you...you just fucking threatened me, didn't you?" She sounded surprised. A rare tone to her voice. "You just threatened me with big words," Revy said uncontrollably chuckling. He thought she'd be spitting mad. "What the fuck?" Revy continued mirthfully, "when did you become a badass?" The sarcasm in her voice should have been scathing, instead, Rock found it deliciously palatable as the tension melted between them. Though he wasn't joking.
People always underestimate what he was capable of, frankly he likes letting them think of him as harmless.
"I'm a keen observer of the best," Rock stole a peck onto her laughing lips, his mouth hoovering there while he continued speaking, "and your ass is one spectacular view to observe,"
She gave him an unreadable look, traces of amusement still lingering in those perfect lips, "you always an asshole in bed after a whiff of pussy?"
"Why?" he arched a brow at her teasingly, "does it get you wet?" he asked in a sultry tone.
"Maybe," she whispers warmly against his lips.
Snaking a hand down her belly to her folds, he discovered them passed dewy. With twin fingers, he splits them apart from the clit, watching her reaction as he plays with her; her legs lifting to give him what he seeks. He exhales a sighing breath when he slips his fingers inside her warmth and slick juices poured over his digits, coating them liberally.
"Maybe?" Rock asked teasingly when he withdrew his fingers, chuckling a little. He puts his lips on hers just after turning his fingers to their playground. "Love this feeling when I'm kissing you," he confessed barely above a whisper, installing small pecks on her soft lips in between his words.
"What feeling?" Revy asked in the same tone, kissing him back and matching his pace.
"Electricity," Rock answered in a moan feeling it right then, it made his kisses grow more fierce. He nuzzles his nose against hers while he maneuvers his way over her until he was laying on top of Revy, "like tiny pricks all over my body connecting all at once."
Suddenly, she drew up from under him, staring at him with an unreadable expression.
Startled at her quick shift in attitude and the change in the mood, Rock snapped quietly, "What? What is it?"
Did she hear something he'd miss? Revy instincts were remarkable. Almost like she could sniff out danger from afar. But she wasn't reaching for her gun, so what was it?
Did I just say something stupid?
He wanted to kick himself for speaking in his feelings than with his head.
"It's nothing," Revy finally spoke, her tone even.
He gave her a suspicious look for a second before he decided to drop it.
"Alright," his whisper filling the silence. Reaching downward before adjusting his body, he cups a breast then suck the tip, Revy's breathy moan filling his ear, regaining some of the moment last. Feeling her hand in his hair grew his confidence to speak once more, "want you, Beck," Rock told Revy around a mouthful of nipple. "Are you going to do this with me or not?" His cock was already hardening in anticipation though the outcome was still in doubt.
He hadn't hurt her, at least not too much from what he gathered from her not pulverizing his body with her fists as she did before. And worst now that she knew where his injuries were specifically. But she was still mentally skeptical, he could tell even as he pleasures her body. Any other woman and they would have been fucking to their third or fourth climax by now, his experience said. If she didn't want to have sex with him, then he'd have to finish himself off in the bathroom or right in front of her if he wasn't feeling too put out by her rejection.
To his surprise, Revy pushed his face off her tit. In one swift movement, he was on his back and she was straddling him, her knees flanking his hips. Reaching behind her, Revy took his semi-hard cock in hand and Rock watched, feeling a mixture of pride and excitement hitting him as she lifted her hips, positioning his length with her core before slowly lowering herself, locking their bodies in sync.
His stomach muscles quivered, feeling his cock throbbing back to life as hot blood rushed all too willing, encouraged by the warm heat source enveloping his length from the crown down to a few inches down the center. He groaned out a long breath, the sound vibrating from his throat down to his sternum. He wasn't hard enough, hells, he was barely inside her, yet his mind was already getting quiet, leaving his body in control, his hormones at the helm. Desire hooded his eyes as he watched her begin to use him to sate her growing needs. She wasn't fully wet as his fingers reported, not to lubricate his cock size fully. He still felt bits of friction occurring along his length. Much like him, her body was still preparing for their passion. Her juices secreting just as was he was lengthening; the head broadened as more pressure and blood accumulates, awakening his sensitive nerves.
"Fuck, Rocky Baby!" Revy breathed, seemingly in a daze as she felt him growing stronger inside her. Her hands inched up his chest sending another bolt of sensation through him. His head tilting over the pillow, a long hissed leaking from his clenched teeth as he closed his eyes, savoring and enjoying her touch and feeling like he was in trouble.
At first, he thought the reason for his strong sexual reactions earlier was because he'd abstain for so long. Now, he wasn't so sure.
Don't! He mentally reminds himself. He was starting to want more than he could receive. As a man who read people like open books, he couldn't have missed Revy's personality, even intentionally.
He smooths one hand up her thigh. Upon reaching his destination, with his extended thumb, he pressed and rubbed her little clit already so moist.
Rock felt her quiver over him. He was curious about what she'll do next; pockets of baited breaths lodged in his lungs longing for her to begin this in earnest. Pleasure like flames coursed through his vein, fraying the threads of his control so easily; it didn't even surprise him this time. It terrified him! Like an entranced prey unknowingly already in the maw of his predator, his mind was at ease. He felt almost fucking happy for the first time in ages.
But with Revy, though?
He stops annoyingly analyzing his emotions and told his mind to shut up.
Let me just enjoy this. I've more than earned it.
He whispers to Revy meaningfully, "Beck. More!" His voice was still rough but his words made his plea sound desperate like he'll go mad if she didn't fuck him soon.
The sex between them is good. True. Better than good! But he was wrong. His abstinence had nothing to do with it. It was her. Everything about Revy challenged him on levels he didn't even understand or knew that he needed. She made him feel like he was whole for the first time in so long while shattering him like glass.
A tight rope walk between luck and logic. Like the ultimate fucking gamble, she's both thrilling to him and dangerous. Enthralling and enticing while setting every alarm inside him blaring.
Revy's hips started moving like she was giving him a lap dance. Back and forth, he felt his cock being massaged, sandwiched by her walls; her juices running viscous over his engorged flesh, allowing for a smoother transaction as she lifted her hips, again taking more from him on her way down. She repeated this until he was inside her from tip to hilt. They were both breathing hard at this point. One feeling filled and adjusting to this new angle, getting a feel for it and the pressure that must be pressing up into her body as any air is forced out by the mass sitting inside her. The other was trying to control himself. The urge to grabbing Revy's hips and fucking her within an inch of her life was nearly overbearing!
A secret war between his mind and body contested inside, with his body vying to grab her, raise his knees, secure her hips, then bounce her on his cock 'til they were both screaming out in pleasure. Rock shook his head hard, his mind reminding him that this was her first time actually enjoying sex after that dreadful incident.
Don't ruin this for her!
His shallowed breaths barely fed his starving lungs as he fought his instincts just to buy her more time to adjust. It took him a while to realize that he was clenching the sheets in tight fists.
"Rock," Revy called to him, probably curious as to why he was strangling the sheets. But then she grins that wolfish grin of hers at him.
"What's so funny?" Rock asked, beginning to lose the battle as he flexes his hips under her, loving the feel of her weight on top of him more than the opposite way around.
"You didn't think I was just gonna lie here and take whatever you give me, did you?" Revy said rolling her hips to a grind over him, wringing a moan from his lips. Her head lolled to the side as she was feeling the effects of their exchange too.
There it was. That fearlessness!
Looking up at the woman that both killed him (his old self- Rokuro) then brought him back to life (as Rock), it dawned on him as she fucks herself using his cock, that she was getting back what was stolen from her so long ago during her rape.
No. She was taking it back!
And he couldn't help the pride welling in his chest, not for himself, but her.
"Why would you?" He replied grinning back, "That wouldn't be the Revy I know."
