22. Archer
ARCHER
I had spent years dreaming of being inside her again, and the reality was everything I had hoped it would be.
The only difference was that her body had filled out more.
She had more curves now, and I loved every inch.
I wanted time to explore all of her, but I knew she needed this to be on her terms, so I was going to let her have that control.
For now, I enjoyed her riding up and down on my cock while I used my hands to squeeze the globes of her plump ass and stared at her boobs bouncing in front of me.
She leaned forward, putting her hands on the top of the headboard for support while she moved up and down on top of me. This put her in the perfect position for me to suck on those gorgeous nipples that were now right in front of me, begging me to taste them.
I latched on, sucking her while using my hands to cup her ass and pull her in closer to me.
She moaned as I released her right nipple and moved to her left, drawing it into my mouth and using my tongue to flick the tip and suck hard.
I could feel her core clench me tight as I sucked those beautiful breasts.
“You feel fucking incredible,” I told her as my hands roamed to the front of her body—one hand sliding to cup her left breast and rub her nipple with my thumb, the other hand going between her legs where we were currently joined together, using my thumb to rub over her most sensitive spot.
“I need you to fuck me,” she moaned. “ Please , Archer .”
She was a woman who knew what she liked and wasn’t afraid to ask for it. There was something so refreshing and hot about a woman who knew what she wanted and took it.
I started to lift my hips into her to give her more, at the same time continuing to rub and stroke her clit.
“Come for me, Ace ,” I said, barely getting the words out before she cried out my name and collapsed forward onto my chest.
My dick was so hard, and my orgasm was barely hanging on. Having her lush body on top of mine wasn’t making it any easier on me. I rolled her to the side and then onto her back.
“How do you feel? Relaxed ?” I asked her as my fingers drew imaginary circles along the nape of her neck.
“Mmm, yeah,” she said, her eyes closed, but she was smiling.
She opened them and looked at me, those gorgeous hazel eyes sparkling. “ I want you to finish too, but you’re going to have to do all the work because I can’t feel my legs.”
“I think I can handle that,” I told her as I kissed my way from her jaw to her neck and down to her chest. At the same time, I glided in and out of her, painfully slow but savoring every minute of this.
It had been years since I’d had her, and I wanted the time to rediscover her—all of her.
I grabbed her arms and stretched them out over her head, clasping both her hands in one of mine. Putting my weight on my left forearm, I looked down at the beauty before me in true disbelief that I was being given this second chance.
Not one to waste it, I kissed her hard as I continued to push in and out of her.
“God, you feel incredible, Ace ,” I told her
Her needy little whimpers were the only response she gave.
Normally, I prided myself on my control, but with Ace , all that control went right out the window, especially when she moaned those lustful cries under me. I kissed her hard and powered into her.
I wanted to take my time, but as I looked below and watched her take me, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. She mewled beneath me, and I drove into her and gave her everything I had. I knew at that moment I would never tire of being with this woman—ever.
* * *
My eyes drifted open to see the sun creeping through the sides of the window shade. I was in the bed in the hotel, but not my bed—the other one. The one that belonged to the woman who was currently wrapped around my body and clinging tight.
Too irresistible to just leave her be, I rolled her to her side and started to kiss my way over her deliciously naked body when her hands moved and started playing with my hair.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I told her—and she was beautiful. Her dark-red hair was a mess all over the pillow, and even though it had been a few hours since we last made love, she still had that freshly fucked look on her face, and I loved it.
“What time is it?” she asked, and that had my mood dampening because as I looked at the clock, I realized we didn’t have time for another foray in the sheets.
“I’m not going to pretend last night wasn’t the best sex I’ve ever had and that I wouldn’t love a repeat right now, but we do need to get out of bed if we’re going to be ready when the others arrive,” I told her.
She sighed, grumbling something about stupid meetings, making her even cuter than she already was.
We may not have enough time for another round of sex, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t kiss the ever-loving hell out of her—and I did just that. After both of us were breathless, I ran my hand along the side of her head, finger-combing her hair softly.
“You really are the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on,” I said, continuing to play with her silky hair.
“Stop trying to make me fall in love with you,” she whispered.
“Can’t help it,” I told her, looking into her eyes. “ It’s my inherent animal magnetism, rugged good looks, and charming personality. It’s okay that you’re in love with me too, because I never stopped loving you.”
“I didn’t say I was in love with you. I said—" she started to counter, but I cut her off, waving my hand in front of her face.
“Semantics.”
She chuckled, and I kissed the smile on her face before begrudgingly moving off the bed.
“Archer,” she said softly, almost as if she didn’t intend for me to hear her. “ You were the first person I said ‘ I love you’ to. It took me two years to work up the courage to say it again—and that was to Mom and Auntie .”
Fuck. I knew when I filed for divorce—even though it was to save her life—that it would hurt her. I just never realized how bad.
It was going to be harder than I’d thought to get her back.