34. Preston #2
This wasn’t a dream, that much I knew was true. But if he kept teasing me the way he was, I wasn’t sure I’d survive until morning.
I glanced down to see Archer’s mouth precariously close to my cock. Whenever he bent to kiss a new patch of skin, it perked up, hoping it was its turn. But it seemed he was determined to drive me out of my mind tonight, and my one and only job was to let him love me.
Damn, when did I get so lucky?
Archer nuzzled his way down my treasure trail, nosing the soft, short hair there as he inhaled my scent, and something about the act was so earthy and raw that it made me feel as though I was marking him in a whole new way, imprinting myself on his DNA somehow, so that anyone who came near knew he was mine.
The idea made fire run through my veins, and when his stubble-covered jaw grazed the side of my cock, I twisted my fingers in his hair.
“Fuck,” I panted.
A low growl was all I heard as he wrapped his fingers around the base of my dick and directed it toward his mouth. With his eyes on mine, Archer lowered his head and the sight of him tonguing my slit was all it took for me to grant him his wish—I shouted out his name.
I slammed my eyes shut and threw one of my arms across them, the physical and visual stimulation too much for my precarious control. But then the sound of him groaning and sucking on me hit my ears, and there was no use trying for control.
I stared down at the sexy man between my legs and punched my hips up, trying to get deeper inside his mouth. Archer swallowed me down in one greedy gulp, tearing another, more desperate, shout from my lips.
“Archer. Oh God …”
His heavy-lidded eyes found mine as he reached under my legs and brought them up over his shoulders. I tightened my fingers in his hair and pushed in and out of his mouth.
I felt as though I was having an out-of-body experience, to be in this bed where I’d spent so many nights fantasizing about this man, and now here he was, loving me in a way I never imagined possible.
Archer took a nice, long suck and let me go with a soft pop, then crawled up and over me.
“Tell me you’ve got something in one of those drawers to get you nice and slick for me.”
I nodded and licked my lips. “Top one. You’ll find a bottle and?—”
“The bottle’s all I want.” He brushed his lips over mine. “I’m safe. I’d never risk you, and if you’re okay with that?—”
“I am,” I rushed out before he could finish, arching up to kiss him hard. “I’m safe too. Got checked at my last physical, and, well, there’s only been you since then.”
Archer crushed his lips to mine, following me back down to the pillow, and as the idea of him inside me bare and naked started to spin in my head, I lifted my legs to wrap them around his waist.
“So impatient.” He chuckled. “Let me make this good for you. Let me get what I need.”
I touched my tongue to my top lip, then nodded. I wanted everything his eyes and words were promising.
Archer pulled open the drawer and grabbed the bottle of lube, and seconds later he was back between my thighs.
He rested a forearm by my head and reached down between my legs with his slick hand.
His slippery fingers fondled my balls and stroked down my perineum to my tight entrance, and then he began to tease and massage the puckered opening.
Archer stroked my hair on the pillow.“Close your eyes, listen to my voice.” He kissed my lips, then made his way up my jaw to my ear. “Give yourself to me. Let me have you.”
I felt like I was in some kind of daze, a far-off dream that was both relaxing and arousing, as I closed my eyes, free-falling into the sensation of his fingers gently stretching me, teasing and pushing me, as they slipped inside me and began to move.
Archer’s touch was as confident as his kiss. His fingers worked to seduce my body as his lips seduced my soul. He was everywhere but still not close enough, and I arched up into his hands, needing even more.
As though he could read my mind, Archer removed his fingers and shifted between my legs, and I pulled my knees up to my chest, opening myself to him in the most primal way.
“Take me.” I licked my lips. “Make me yours.”
A possessive light glinted in his eyes as he wrapped a large hand around his steely length. He guided it to my eager entrance, and as the head of his cock bumped up against my tight ring of muscle, I wrapped my legs around his waist.
Archer eased himself inside of me one thick inch at a time, and I moaned at the sensations flooding me. He felt incredible, hard and hot, pulsing and alive, and I rolled my hips to get him even deeper.
Archer gripped the pillow under my head and slowly began to move in and out of me. His heart beat fast against my chest, as his warm breath swept across my skin like a seductive caress.
I was surrounded, enveloped, completely taken over by him, and I’d never felt more connected to another living soul.
“I love you.” I punctuated my confession with a kiss to his temple, and Archer lifted his head and caught my lips in a kiss I felt in every fiber of my being.
His tongue plunged into my mouth at the same time his cock did my body, and as we began to move in complete synchronicity, it was as if nothing in the world mattered but the two of us.
“Preston.” Archer lifted his head and looked down at me. The expression on his face was so full of love and awe that it just about took my breath away. “Can’t ever go back…”
I knew exactly what he was saying. That after tonight, there was no going back. No hiding this, us, from the world. No more sneaking around in the shadows.
I knew because I felt the exact same way.
I tightened my legs around his waist, my ankles crossed at his lower back, as I swallowed every moan, every sigh, every promise he whispered.
I wanted to lose myself inside him, and have him get lost in me.
“Let go for me, you pretty young thing.”
I tensed at the nickname that was all mine, and my orgasm rushed down my spine. It caught me up in its tumultuous wave, and I pulled Archer to me as though he were a lifeline and I was about to get swept away.
Emotions bombarded me from every direction, and as they crashed into me with blinding force, Archer’s name echoed around my room. He stiffened inside me, and as he trailed his fingers down my cheek, I turned my head and kissed them.
We were right there, standing at the edge of our future, and all we had to do was jump.
As I began to tremble and fall apart beneath Archer, he buried his face in my neck and followed me.
Two souls coming together as one, as we fell into forever.