Chapter 23 #2
The warmth of his body was like a wildfire, spreading over to hers.
Without another word, he continued to kiss her, his hands roaming over her body to squeeze her ample breasts, to tease her nipples over the fabric.
River gasped, leaning into that touch as much as she could, her fingers threading through Archer’s soaked hair to pull him back for another kiss.
“Can I…can I touch ye?” she asked, and Archer huffed against her lips as if he found the question amusing.
“Anytime.”
With a tentative hand, River reached under his undershirt to find him already hard and leaking.
She wrapped her fingers around him just as she had the last time, squeezing his length gently as she dragged her hand over it, the movement aided by the water lingering on his skin.
Above her, Archer groaned, pushing into the touch, and River couldn’t take her eyes away from him—away from that lost look in his eyes, away from the tip of his manhood appearing and disappearing through her fist.
“River!” Archer cried, her name turning into a moan on his tongue. “Aye, just like that.”
“Is it…is it good?” River asked, and Archer couldn’t help but laugh breathlessly in response.
“More than good,” he said. “Daenae stop.”
She stroked him like that, gentle and unhurried, enjoying the soft sounds he made for her.
Every sigh, every moan was another treasure that River held close to her chest, and she loved that she was having this effect on him, that she could reduce a man like him to moans.
With her other hand, she reached for his thigh, stroking the strong muscles there, the skin spattered with dark hairs.
Soon, Archer began to thrust faster in her fist, chasing his completion, and River watched with wide eyes as he spilled, hot and fast, over her fingers.
In the aftershocks of his orgasm, he lay down next to her, stretching over the blanket. River turned on her side to face him with a smile, but he only took a moment to recover before he was pulling her close once more.
“Come here,” he said, and River let him manhandle her until she was hovering over him, much to her surprise and embarrassment.
“What are ye doin’?” she shrieked, desperately trying to cover herself with her shift, only for Archer to gently pry her hands away.
“I’m pleasurin’ ye,” he said, giving her a mischievous smile as he looked up at her. “Come . . . sit.”
“Where?” River shrieked.
“River,” said Archer, his voice a little sterner now. “Sit.”
River wasn’t entirely sure what to do, but with Archer’s coaxing, she lowered herself over his face. Hovering over him didn’t seem good enough for him, though, as he grabbed her hips and made her sit right on him, his lips and tongue instantly finding her sensitive spot.
River cried out, as much in surprise as in pleasure as Archer began to lick into her, alternating between that and sucking at her sensitive flesh.
Her hand found his hair as if on instinct, her fingers tangling through the dark strands to hold on for dear life as Archer teased her folds, the wet heat of his tongue dipping just past her entrance on every drag over her seam.
With his hands on her hips, Archer encouraged her to move, but River was hesitant at first. He glanced up at her through her thighs, and the sight of him like that, under her and between her legs, was so erotic that it only spurred her on, and ever so slowly, she began to lose her embarrassment and gain confidence instead.
Hesitantly at first, she began to roll her hips, lengthening the strokes of his tongue.
She repeated the motion again and again, the pleasure building deep inside her, until all embarrassment was gone from her and all that remained was the chase of her orgasm, that ultimate pleasure that she was now so used to.
Archer’s fingers dug deep into the flesh of her hips, dimpling the skin.
River’s moans fell unbridled from her lips, her body moving on its own accord, on instinct.
It seemed to tingle from head to toe, this immeasurable pleasure taking control of her and making her grind over Archer’s tongue, her body demanding more with each roll of her hips, with each drag of his tongue over her sensitive flesh.
“Archer! Archer, I . . .” she gasped, not even knowing what she wanted to say. She was so close, just at the brink of her orgasm, her entire body screaming with need, demanding completion.
When she finally reached her peak, she did so with a scream, shaking over Archer as he continued to lick into her, working her through her orgasm. Only when she was overly sensitive did she pull away, collapsing next to Archer on the blanket, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
In a distant part of her mind, she realized that Archer hadn’t tried to enter her at all. This was not about chasing the goal of having an heir. This was only about them, about the two of them being close, sharing this intimacy.
She couldn’t help but smile.
“What is it?” Archer asked, rolling onto his side with a mirror of River’s smile as he slung an arm around her waist.
“Naethin’,” she said. “I’m only thinkin’.”
“About?” Archer asked.
“Us.”
His smile widened and so did hers in return.
The two of them lay there, side by side, sharing the warmth of their bodies against the cold of the breeze and their soaked undergarments.
River knew that soon, they would have to dress again and head back to the castle before they both froze right by the lake, but for now she was content to simply lie there, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm.
“I hope ye’re thinkin’ good things,” Archer said softly as his eyes drifted shut. By then, the sun had almost set entirely, and though River had made sure to bring torches with them, they wouldn’t be enough to warm them—only to show them the way.
She snuggled a little closer to him, enjoying these moments of peace.
“Only good things,” she said, and hid her smile in his shoulder.