Chapter 27 #2
His fingers swept once through my folds and I moaned, head tilting backwards at the sudden pleasure.
‘Breathe,’ he murmured, so quietly I barely heard it.
I drew in a careful breath through my nose, trying to keep myself from giving in to the need to scream his name.
As if reading my mind, he whispered, ‘Don’t.’
The single word and the demanding tone he said it in sent a jolt through me and just made me want to do it more.
His fingers continued rubbing my clit in gentle circles, and I thrust forwards into his hand when the sensation became too much.
I needed more.
But then he pulled his hand out.
I could have sobbed at the loss of him. At the need pulsing through me.
His fingers clenched around my wrists, slowly bringing them down to my front. He separated them in either hand, and pinned them tightly against the wall, either side of my body.
‘Stay still,’ he said, as he slowly got onto his knees.
I looked down at his form, kneeling before me, and he tilted his head up before putting one finger to his lips.
A signal to be silent. For the group of people were still loitering outside the door. Chatting and laughing and completely unaware.
Suddenly, I felt his tongue inside me.
My eyes fluttered closed as I tried to hold myself together. I leaned my head back fully against the wall.
His tongue licked me as though he was a starved man, like he knew exactly what I wanted.
What I needed. It ached in a way that was utterly euphoric, and I fought against his grip at my wrists, needing to touch him.
Needing to run my fingers through his hair and play with the snowy white strands. But his strong hands held me firm.
Eventually, though, he allowed me to have one hand free. He moaned into my folds as I scratched at his shoulders, desperate to feel him. I moved to his hair, gripping clumps in my fist.
The pressure within me built rapidly. It became something living – tearing at me from the inside, demanding to be let out.
If I had access to my voice I would have screamed and screamed his name in pleasure and ecstasy.
It took every ounce of my inner strength not to reach up and rip the tape from my mouth.
But, as if sensing this, he gripped my fists once again – both of mine in one of his, his grip firm. Unescapable.
He added his finger alongside his tongue right as a wave of feeling came crashing over me, thrusting and licking and sending me right over the edge.
I screamed on the inside, and it killed me to remain silent, but I did.
He kept licking me, gently and softly, as my orgasm flowed through me and my whole body bucked under the pressure. The bliss.
One of his hands gripped my waist as if he knew I was struggling to stay upright, and when I’d finished jolting and the last wave of feeling left me, he removed his tongue and finger.
He stood slowly, and looked at me – right as the voices in the hall outside slowly departed, becoming more and more subdued until they disappeared altogether.
‘My perfect, perfect girl,’ he said. ‘You were so good.’ He stroked my hair. He placed his forefinger and middle finger into his mouth and closed his eyes, licking me off his skin. ‘You taste so fucking good, Iris.’
His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb running over the thick tape at my mouth. I leaned into his touch.
‘If I take this off,’ he whispered, ‘Will you continue to be quiet?’
For a moment, I debated shaking my head, just so we could go for round two, but the urge to kiss him, to say his name, was overwhelming.
So I nodded.
‘Good girl,’ he drawled. His fingers ran over the tape teasingly, seconds feeling like hours, but eventually, slowly, he pulled the tape from my mouth. It stung slightly, but I didn’t mind. As soon as it was off I threw my hands around his neck and kissed him deeply.
‘You should go out first,’ I said to him. ‘I’ll wait a few minutes and follow.’
We’d stayed here too long.
He nodded, but something about his expression was off.
‘You okay?’ I asked.
‘Yeah, I’m fine,’ he said, then looked me up and down and smiled. ‘Trust me, I’m more than fine after that.’ He winked.
‘Then what is it?’
He shrugged. ‘I just wish I could give you what you deserve.’
My brow creased. ‘I don’t understand.’
‘I mean…’ he sighed. ‘I wish I could walk down that hall with you.’ He gestured towards the door. ‘I wish I could hold your hand.’ His fingers entwined with mine. ‘I wish I could kiss you, and not have to worry about who’s around to witness it.’
It was silent for a moment.
‘I know,’ I said quietly, still worried about who might be walking past on the other side of the door. ‘But it’s okay.’
Archer shook his head, a frown forming. ‘How is it okay, Iris?’ he said softly. ‘You deserve far better than secret moments where we have to leave at separate times…’
‘I mean, I really like our makeout sessions,’ I laughed, trying to lighten the mood.
A faint smirk curved his lips. ‘They’re alright, I suppose.’
I punched his arm lightly.
‘You know… there is one thing that would make them even better,’ I whispered, teasing.
‘Oh yeah? And what might that be?’
‘If you wore those sexy glasses.’
He laughed, and I quickly pressed a hand over his mouth, trying – and failing – to stifle my own.
‘Shh!’
A moment later, he kissed my palm and I giggled.
When I lowered my hand, he slid his fingers to the back of my neck and drew me in, kissing me deeply.
When we finally broke apart, his forehead rested against mine, his gaze lingering on me. ‘Can I see you again tomorrow?’
‘Obviously,’ I said, my voice catching slightly as I smiled.