Chapter 12
Archie held Gertie in his arms once more and his cock strained with need as he kissed her thoroughly.
She tasted cool and fresh like the winter air as they’d walked back to her lodgings.
He did not know how they’d returned so quickly.
Had they run? That would have been a sight, the pair of them running through the streets of Rivenhall.
She moaned softly and pulled back from their hungry kiss. “Make love to me, Archie.”
Need had him in its grip, and he hardly heard her soft plea, but he knew what she wanted at the marrow of his bones, because it was the same thing he wanted. To worship her. To love her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. To shower her with everything he had to give.
Archie walked her back until her legs hit the settee. “Turn around Gertie.” His demand came out low and gruff, desire pulsing thickly through his veins.
She did as he commanded, and he made quick work of her laces and the layers she wore beneath her day gown.
He missed the days of her simpler clothing when they were young and innocent but full of lust, but as she turned back around once he’d stripped her bare, he knew he didn’t miss the girl she’d been.
The woman before him was glorious and left him lightheaded with desire.
Her fuller breasts and softly rounded curves made him eager to explore her body and relish all the changes time had visited upon her.
Archie’s cock ached with wanting to be inside her, but he refused to rush things as he’d done that day in her father’s cottage. No, he would take his time with her. Cherish her. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Sit down.”
Gertie did as he bade and sank onto the settee, watching him as he peeled his own clothes off, depositing them in an unceremonious heap. They could have landed in the fireplace for all he cared.
He lowered himself to his knees and reached up to cup her heavy breasts. “I love how you’ve changed.” Archie leaned forward and captured one nipple with his mouth. She arched into his lips and clutched at his head as she gasped.
Without missing a beat, Archie shifted to the other breast, and sucked on her tip until she cried out again. He shifted back and down letting his lips find the soft skin on the inside of her knee, and she quivered. Yes, he was remembering all the places she liked to be kissed—and finding new ones.
He kissed up her inner thigh as he pushed her legs wider and wider.
Slowly, but inexorably, he demanded entry between her thighs.
Finally his lips grazed her mound and his shoulders split her legs wide open.
He could see every rosy bit of her wet flesh, and relished the fact that it was all for him, that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
“Archie…” she begged with a whisper.
He slipped his tongue out and let it glide up the length of her slit, savoring the tangy sweetness of her desire.
God, he loved this woman, loved everything about her: loved her feistiness, loved her loyalty, and loved how deeply she cared for those around her.
Now he could show her just how much he loved her.
Archie dragged his tongue up her cleft for a second pass as he spread her lips wide with his thumbs and tasted all of her.
She was so sweet on his tongue he nearly came in his trousers, but he was determined to worship her, so ignored his own need and licked and lapped at her pussy as she squirmed.
“Archie, it’s too much—”
“Never. I want more. I want you to come on my lips,” he demanded as he returned to his efforts, shifting his focus to her distended bundle of nerves. Her clit was hard and swollen, and she thrust into his face, her hips bucking each time he dragged his tongue over it.
Faster, and faster, and then she exploded like long fused dynamite.
His Gertie smashed his face against her clit and ground into him as he continued to lick and suck on her nub.
The taste of her pleasure nearly had him creaming his trousers, but he held back, determined to make this moment about her and her only.
Gertie was panting, moaning as she fell back against the settee, and he continued to lick at her juices, savoring the taste of her satisfaction.
Eventually his woman clamped a fist into his hair and hauled his mouth away from her flesh. “No more, Archie. I need you to fuck me.”
It would be his pleasure. He grunted and shifted onto the settee next to her, declaring his own need with just two words. “Ride me.”
Without a single protest she swung a leg over his lap and impaled herself on his throbbing cock. Oh dear God. As her heat engulfed him, Archie sighed in relief, but then she squeezed around him and he nearly lost his control.
But he was determined to make this just as good for her, and so he smacked her ass. “Fuck me, woman. Fuck me like you’ve longed to all these years.”
And with that, Gertie did as he demanded.
She lifted and sank down on him, over and over again, and as she continued to do so he reached up and pinched one nipple and then the other.
She squealed with delight and moved just a little faster each time.
Her heat engulfed him and Archie was nearly overcome with everything he was feeling.
Finally, as she sank down onto him once again, it happened and words slipped from his lips. “I love you Gertie—oh God, I always have—and I always will—Gertie!”
He thrust up into her and came, losing the ability to thrust as his body seized with his orgasm. The feel of her pussy sliding over him once more, then again, and again had his bones melting. He was quite sure he would have become a puddle on the floor were it not for the settee he sat on.
Just when Archie thought he couldn’t take anymore, she stiffened and cried out, “I’m coming!”
Her body’s spasms around his cock sent a wave of aftershocks from his too-sensitive cock through his body and out to all four limbs.
It was a sublime moment in time, the happiest he’d ever been. Or he thought it was, until she looked down at him with sparkling eyes. “I love you too, Archie.”
Archie knew a moment of sheer, unadulterated happiness, knew what the perfect moment felt like. “I wish I could take this moment and capture it. Preserve it like a painting, to be marveled at each day.”
She smiled at him serenely. “We can every time we make love—from now until we die.”
His heart squeezed in his chest, and knew they would be together for the rest of their lives.