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The Gift	By : MaidOfDishonor Category: M through R > Revolution Views: 3992 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Revolution, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. I only own my original character, Lily.

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I was having the most wonderful dream. Miles was next to me, running his big nimble hands through my hair. Burying his stubbly face in it. I wanted more. I never wanted it to end. “Wake up sleeping beauty” I heard him say and I smiled up at him. And then I realized it wasn’t a dream. It was the golden hour or twilight hour as my mother used to say. That time when the sun is just about to set and the sky is the most beautiful shade of blue and everything looks like it’s happening in a dream. It was just about the perfect moment. And he was here. And presumably he wanted me as much as I wanted him. Or at least enough to give me what I needed. “I’ve been thinking about what you asked; to go with me” he said as he tenderly stroked my cheek. His fingers were surprisingly soft for a soldier. Strong and agile but not rough in the least. This was bliss. “If you’re trying to soften the blow, you’d better try harder” I mused. I was rewarded with that deep laugh I’d come to crave. How could I have only known this man for a few days? It was like I’d always known him. Being on the run with him felt more like home than my village ever did. Was lust becoming love?
Gently, oh so gently he put a finger to my lips to quiet me. I’d never been so happy to be told to shut up. I braced myself for the worst because deep down I knew that Miles and I wouldn’t ride off into the sunset together to live happily ever after. But maybe we could have just this moment. This most perfect moment.
“I can’t tell you that I love you, sweetheart. I’ve never told anyone that. I don’t know how. But I can show you” he offered. And my heart jumped into my throat. Something stirred inside of me. Something I’d never felt before I’d met Miles. “Show me then, my love. Because I can say it, I never have before, not to anyone but my family, but I can tell you Miles Matheson, that I love you. And if you can’t say it then for God’s sake, show me it.” Miles smiled down at me and replied, “gladly.”
His fingers stopped playing with my hair and I let out a whimper. But he moved to lay beside me and unzipped my sleeping bag. I could hardly breathe, I was so heady with anticipation. If this is actually a dream then God don’t you dare let it end, I thought. Miles gently undid the sleeping bag and layed it open. He slid on it next to me and resumed playing with my hair. He wants me to beg, I thought. He’s going to torment me until I beg him to make love to me! I’m strong willed, but not that strong. “Miles, please…” I pleaded breathlessly. He gave the sexiest chuckle and nibbled on my earlobe. I sighed as his soft lips moved down my neck and groaned when his teeth grazed my skin. I let out a moan when his tongue shot out from between those perfect lips, and flicked along the spot where my neck met my shoulders. Gently he began to suck and nibble that same spot as I writhed beside him. “I need you. On top of me. Now.” He chuckled then resumed nibbling, licking, sucking. One of his hands snaked into my hair and twisted around a length of it and he tugged it while his mouth continued to torment me. I was moaning incoherently. Mumbling, “Please” every now and then. “Mmm,” he replied around a mouthful of my willing flesh. “Patience my dear. I will have all of you. After all, you are mine. You belong to me.” I whimpered again. “Do you want to belong to me? Do you want me to make you mine?” His lips trailed back up my neck and I moaned, “Yes, please Miles. Please make me yours. Yours and no one else’s. I need you.” “I need you too sweetheart, more than you know.” And with that he slipped one leg over to straddle me. I could feel his desire pressing into my abdomen. I threw my head back and let out a long, low moan as his body moved against mine.
With his fingers still wound in my hair, he raised my face up to meet his and he kissed me. His lips barely brushing mine at first. Then his mouth opened to mine and I could feel his warm breath coming in quick gasps. He wanted this as much as I did. He just had a bit more self control. Which was good because I completely lost mine when his tongue darted into my mouth. My tongue met his and we danced along in perfect harmony. We came up for air and then he immediately dived back in and licked then nibbled on my lower lip. “Such cute, pouty lips. I can think of so many things to do with them.” I groaned into his neck then took a quick nip of my own and was rewarded with an involuntary thrust of his pelvis. He was in control, but barely. I reveled in my power as a woman. My power to make him hard and full of desire. This newfound power gave me the confidence to thrust myself up against him. That caught him by surprise and he groaned into my mouth.
“You’re wearing way too much clothing” Miles sighed. I moved to undress but he stopped me. “Let me. I want to unwrap my pretty present.” I took the opportunity to flick my tongue into his ear and he groaned and again pushed his hardness against me. “You’ve really got to stop doing that” he gasped. “Doing what?” I giggled. This time I bit his earlobe. Again he pushed into me. But this time he pulled back and sat over me. “What’s wrong Miles?” I immediately whispered. “It’s just that it’s been a long time since I was with a woman and I’m having a really difficult time holding out. You drive me crazy with desire sweetheart. And I’m not sixteen anymore.” I looked at him quizzically but he just shook his head. “I really want this to last. I want it to be perfect.” “It will be love, because we’re together. Now please, relieve me of these clothes. I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel you against me.” I pleaded. “Your wish is my command, sweetheart” He said as he bent down and undid the buttons on my jacket. My heart was pounding so hard I’m sure he could feel it through the thin fabric of the shirt he was now removing from me. Deftly, he reached under me and undid the clasp on my bra. He slipped it off of me and leaned back, gazing down at my exposed breasts. Excitement combined with the cool weather and my nipples were harder than they’d ever been. Hat sat there for a full minute, admiring my breasts before he bent down to kiss them. I ran my hand through his thick brown hair and tugged it lightly. He moaned, then bit down and started sucking on one of my nipples. I cried out from the mix of pain and pleasure. He moved to my other breast and did the same while I thew my head back and panted. His breath was coming in short breaths now too. I knew he was holding out admirably. His stubbornness and strong will extended to his love making. I felt pleased to know that.
His face was buried between my breasts now and my hand snaked up between us to stroke his chest. “Too many clothes” I whimpered. Immediately he sat up and pulled his shirt over his head. And there was that body I had become so fond of. And now joy of joys, I could touch it. Tentatively I reached out and ran my hand up and down his chest. I raked my nails lightly down it and he thrust against me again. “So you like that, do you?” I asked in a husky breath. “Mmmm” was all he said as he bent over to kiss his way down my chest and abdomen. He fumbled with the button and zipper on my pants and I gladly helped him. But before we could get the pants off we were kissing again. Our mouths enacting what our bodies desperately craved. When we broke apart for air he didn’t waste time pulling my pants down and off. I lay there on the sleeping bag in nothing but a skimpy pair of panties. I’d never felt so vulnerable. But when I saw Miles’s face, I also never felt so adored.
He leaned back down and kissed and licked and bit his way down to my panties. I tensed up and he sensed my anxiety so he kissed his way back up my body. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked softly? “Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?” My cheeks flushed even redder and I looked away, unable to meet his eyes. How had he known? He was Miles, that’s how. He fucked like he fought. Fast, hard, and well. And I couldn’t avoid his gaze or ignore his question forever so I gave in, “Because it didn’t seem relevant” I lied. I still couldn’t meet his eyes. “Of course it’s relevant!” He exclaimed. “Why?” “Because your first time should be soft and sweet. You deserve that.” “I thought this was soft and sweet. The truth is that I didn’t want to scare you off. And it looks like I have.” “Don’t be so sure of that sweetheart,” he said with a smile. “You still belong to me remember? Now I’m really going to make you mine.” Miles kissed me with a renewed passion. Our lips and tongues melded together into one ball of hot desire. His hand snaked back into my hair and mine went back to his chest. Our mouths parted ways and his lips danced down my belly again. This time when he reached my panty line I forced myself to relax. He looked up at me with those dark brown eyes, searching for permission and I nodded slightly. With that he proceeded to remove my panties with his teeth.
“Still too many clothes!” I announced and he sat up so I could have the privilege of undoing the buttons and zipper and sliding down his pants. I gasped. Fear mingled with delight. He was not the type of man to wear underwear but he was the type of man my married friends whispered about. Miles being my first, I had no basis for comparison but from the giggled rumors I’d heard, Miles’s sword wasn’t the only large weapon he was packing. While I gazed in fascinated awe, Miles kicked his pants off the rest of the way. Neither of us could say ‘too many clothes’ now! “Come here” I whispered and he brought his lips down onto mine. This time with soft, gentle little kisses. His erection pressed hard into my belly and I shivered with anticipation. Miles continued to give me butterfly kisses down my body until he reached the junction between my thighs. There he stopped and ran his strong fingers down my legs and back up my thighs. “I want to try something. Do you trust me, sweetheart?” Eyes wide, I nodded my consent. Gently he lifted my thighs up and apart and placed a kiss on my mound of soft curly red hair. Then his deft fingers spread me open and he kissed me like I’d never imagined being kissed.
His soft lips, his powerful tongue. A hint of teeth here and there. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breath. “Oh God Miles, please…please don’t stop” I begged. He laughed into me and I gasped. I caught his rhythm and started to move against him. He picked up speed as I wrapped my legs over his shoulders. He did things with his tongue that my fingers never could and I came with a scream, moaning his name over and over. I was vaguely aware of Miles bitting my inner thigh and panting the word, “mine.”
I was still struggling to regain control of myself when Miles began kissing his way back up my body. He stopped to nuzzle his face between my breasts, before sinking his mouth over mine. I moaned into him and snaked my hand down his muscular chest. When I reached my destination he groaned and thrust into my hand. “Your turn” I said as I placed my other hand on his shoulder in order to push him over onto his back. His muscles were like steel and he resisted my attempts. “No, sweetheart, not this time. I want to come inside your pussy, not your mouth.” “Just let me try for a minute then,” I implored. Miles laughed. “Sweetheart, with your eagerness and that pouty little mouth of yours I wouldn’t last a minute. Like I said, it’s been a long time since I’ve had sex and that makes it harder for a man to last. And we haven’t even gotten to the main event yet.” With that he lowered his lips to mine again and softly suckled my lower lip. His tongue darted into my mouth as his hands wandered my body. It was more than I could bear. “Now Miles, take me now. I need to feel you inside of me.” “Mmmm” he responded as he moved his mouth back down to my breasts. His large hands moved down my belly and pushed my thighs up and apart before I knew what was happening. I held my breath in anticipation but he wasn’t done sweetly tormenting me. His fingers found my clit and he played it like an instrument. My hips bucked involuntarily. I was mumbling incoherently, having lost the ability to even beg. When he stopped fingering me I let out a desperate cry and tried to grab his hand and place it back on my warm center.
But Miles had other plans and he carefully rubbed the tip of his hard cock against my clit. We groaned simultaneously. My eyes closed tightly in pleasure but I abruptly snapped them open when I felt Miles pull away. His dark brown eyes bore deeply into mine. “Are you sure?” he asked? “Yes,” I breathed. “Make me yours forever.” Eyes still on mine, he slid an inch into me. I threw my head back and moaned deeply. “Look at me” he said in a husky voice. I forced my eyes open and back onto his. He slid in another inch but stopped when he hit resistance. I cried out. Pain mingled with pleasure. “This is going to hurt sweetheart, and for that I’m sorry. But there’s no other way. I’ll go slow.” There was such warmth and softness emanating from those usually hard eyes. “I’ll be gentle” he added. I nodded and he leaned back down and covered my mouth with his. The kiss was deep and intense and I momentarily lost myself in it. Then my eyes shot open with pain and surprise, but it was over, he was inside of me. I was his.
He continued to kiss me as I adjusted to the feeling of him inside of me. Then, slowly, so slowly, he began to move within me. I threw my head back again and he took the opportunity to nibble on the soft spot between my neck and shoulder. Gradually our bodies synced and we began moving together. I slid my legs around his back and our pace increased. Miles groaned when I tightened my muscles around his hardness. “Slow down sweetheart, lets make this last” he breathed into my ear. “Fuck me hard, Miles. We can always do it again” I pleaded. He chuckled and increased his pace again. “You’re certainly right about that” he said with a smirk. “God you’re so tight and wet” he groaned. “And warm. You feel like home” he added. All the while moving purposefully in and out of me. I wrapped my legs tighter around his back and ground myself into him. He thrusted back even harder. We were panting now and nothing existed but our bodies, moving in tandem, increasing in speed. “Oh God Miles, I’m so close” I moaned. “Harder Miles, fuck me harder. Harder, deeper, faster. Please!” I shrieked. I was almost there. Happily for both of us he complied. He was now racing inside of me, pounding into me. His fingers magically appeared on my clit at just the right moment and I fell over the precipice. My body shook all over and I shrieked his name. He was pushing into me even faster now, starting to lose his careful rhythm. “That’s it Miles. Come inside of me!” I begged. With a loud groan, Miles fiercely pumped into me and finally came.
By now it was full dark but the stars and moon gave enough light for me to see the most serene look on Miles’s face. He finally looked at peace. Gently he rolled off of me and onto his side, taking me with him. Never parting us. He lay back and I intertwined my leg with his. Carefully he pulled out of me and I almost wept, the feeling of emptiness was so complete. “Don’t cry sweetheart,” he said softly. I hadn’t realized I was crying. “I feel so incomplete without you” I said. “I never knew how empty I could feel.” He didn’t seem to know how to respond and neither did I so I rested my head on his firm chest and listened to his heartbeat slow to a normal rhythm. He kissed the top of my head and played idly with my hair.
I was starting to get cold and Miles could feel the goosebumps on my flesh so he reached over and unzipped his sleeping bag and spread it out over us. He pulled me back against him, I reintwined my leg with his and we drifted off to sleep.
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