Chapter Six #2
“Archer…” she whispers, the tone hoping, pleading.
Exultant at the sound of my name on her tongue at the moment of climax, I give a low growl of approval and say, “Yes…”
She holds her breath, biting her bottom lip, her body tightening, her thighs clamping around mine where it sits between them. I don’t stop, but I make my finger so light I’m barely touching her, and she groans, then shudders as she comes, quivering beneath my hand, her body jerking with each spasm.
“Mmm… beautiful girl…” I watch her, loving every second of it, and when she opens her eyes and looks up into mine, I flood with warmth at the thought that I’ve given her the ultimate pleasure.
“Ooh.” Her eyelids flutter and she smiles, then blows out a breath. “Wow.”
I extract my fingers from her underwear, lift them to my mouth, and suck her moisture off them. Her expression turns shocked, and she whacks my arm. “Archer!”
Chuckling, I sit up and get to my feet, then lower a hand to help her up. “Come on, gorgeous.”
“Where are we going?”
“Bed.”
“Oh.” She takes my hand and lets me lead her.
First I go into the kitchen and collect a couple bottles of water from the fridge. “Drink,” I tell her, passing her one.
Under my watchful eye, she undoes the lid and has a few mouthfuls of water. Then I take her hand again and lead her out of the kitchen and into the hallway.
“Into the wolf’s lair,” she murmurs, her footsteps quiet on the carpet.
“More like a pussycat,” I scoff. The master bedroom is actually at the end of the hallway, but it was my parents, and I’ve never felt comfortable there, so I’ve repainted the dark-green color my mother loved so much with cream, kept the bedding a neutral peach, and left it decorated for guests.
Instead, I turn left into the bedroom I’ve made my own.
Unlike the master bedroom, it doesn’t nestle in the corner of the house, but it still overlooks the view of Sunrise Bay and the Pacific beyond, and it receives the sun all day, so it’s warm now, as I haven’t yet put the AC on.
I leave it off. I want us hot and sweaty and sticking together.
It’s still a large room, decorated in a very pale yellow, and the white duvet has small daisies around the edge.
There isn’t much furniture—a table beneath the window with the box containing my watches, cufflinks, and tiepins for when I need to wear a suit, a double set of fitted wardrobes, and a single picture on the wall which is a photo of Hamlet, my old chocolate Labrador who passed away a few years ago now.
The room’s neat and tidy, the curtains open, and I leave them that way so we can see the stars. There’s enough light from the moon so I don’t need to turn on the lamp.
I close the door behind us, then lead her over to the bed. She stands before me, naked to the waist, and brings her arms up to cover her breasts, giving me a hesitant smile.
I slide my arms around her and kiss her forehead. “Are you sure about this?” I want to check one last time.
She nods, but she trembles.
“Are you cold?”
She shakes her head.
I study her face. “Nervous?”
Another shake.
“Excited,” she whispers. “So excited I can barely contain myself.” She rests her hands on my chest, watching her fingers as she brushes them through my curly chest hair, then looks up at me. “I want you so badly, it’s making me ache.”
My heart bangs with pleasure, but I keep my composure and just touch my lips to hers. “Well, you’ll have to wait a little longer. There’s something I need to do first.”
She blinks. “Oh?”
I touch my tongue to her bottom lip. “I want to taste you.”
She swallows. “You’ve already tasted me.”
“That was just an entree. Now I want the main course.”
Her eyes widen. “Ohhh…” She trembles again. “Um… maybe I should… you know… have a quick shower…”
It’s my turn to shake my head, and I give her a mischievous smile.
Her lips curve up. “Really?”
I kiss her. “Mmm… I want you warm and salty.”
“Archer! I didn’t realize you were so disgusting.”
“I am disgusting.” I kiss up her jaw and around to her ear. “I want to slide my tongue over every square inch of you, between your toes, under your arms, beneath your breasts, in the crease of your thighs, and smell you, and taste every part of you…”
“Ohhh…”
I push her jeans over her hips, and they fall to the floor. She steps out of them, and I take the elastic of her thong on either side of her hips and pull that down her legs. She lets me remove it, then stands before me naked, breathing fast.
“On the bed,” I instruct her, undoing and taking off my chinos.
She climbs on and lies back on the big white pillows.
After stripping off my boxers, I climb on too, stopping at her feet.
She hesitates, then smiles and lifts her arms above her head, stretching out.
She looks amazing, painted silver by the moonlight.
There are no angles to her body; she’s a landscape of hills and valleys, curves and dips that make my mouth water.
Sitting back on my heels, I lift one of her feet up to my mouth and start kissing her toes.
“Oh, I thought you were joking.” She shudders, then squeals as I slide my tongue between them.
“Why would I joke? Look at you.” I kiss up her instep, then touch my tongue to the area beneath her ankle bone, and she shudders. “I told you, I’m going to kiss every inch of you.”
And I proceed to do just that. I kiss her calves, her thighs, over her hips, up her ribs, beneath her breasts, under her arms, and all the way up her arms to her hands.
I suck each finger in turn, then kiss back down, paying attention to every erogenous zone I can think of—the inside of her wrists and elbows, the crook of her neck, behind her ear, her lips and tongue, and down to her breasts.
I spend some time on her nipples, teasing, licking, sucking, and nibbling them, until she’s squirming on the bed beneath me. And only then do I kiss over her belly and move between her legs.
Pushing up her knees, I lower down between them, sliding one hand beneath her thigh and up to rest on her belly, while with the other I stroke the incredibly soft skin of her mound, then slip my thumb down into the heart of her.
I collect her moisture and smooth it up over her clit.
Then I lower my mouth and close it over the tiny button.
I swirl my tongue, and she moans, opening her thighs more.
Ahhh… it’s been a long time since I’ve done this, and I’d forgotten how much I enjoy it.
Beth is smooth and flawless down there, and she tastes amazing, the unique flavor of a woman that’s both sweet and salty.
I groan, sliding my tongue down inside her, and she shudders and tilts up her hips, encouraging me to go deeper.
I have a feeling that I could make her come quickly like this, but I want to take it slow. I want to make it last for her. So I lift my head and scold, “Slowly, Beth. Tortoise not hare.” I blow gently on her sensitive skin.
She stretches and purrs like a cat, then gives a long, heartfelt sigh. “I’m dreaming,” she says. “I know it. There’s no way this can be real.”
My lips curve up as I kiss her thighs and then sink my tongue down into her. I’m glad she’s enjoying herself. And there’s a long way to go yet.