Chapter 5 #2
His eyelids dipped low over his blazing blue eyes. As their gazes locked, her stomach fluttered, and her pussy squeezed with desire.
Slowly, he guided her down on the mattress she’d spent her afternoon napping on with the scent of Archer swirling in her head. Now he lowered himself over her.
She gasped at the feel of him. Needing more, she pulled him closer. He braced most of his weight on his forearm, but it was enough to make her feel warm and safe and protected…
And the most turned on she’d ever been in her life.
He skimmed a finger over her jaw. “You’re beautiful.”
This time it was her heart that fluttered.
She smiled up at him, thinking if she said he was her own personal bad boy, he’d laugh at her.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
He laughed anyway, hard lips quirking at one corner.
He dropped his mouth lower, dragging heat across her skin, pulling reactions out of her she didn’t even know she was capable of. As he explored the curve of her breasts again, she scrabbled at his shoulders. Finally, she managed to grasp the cloth enough to haul his shirt over his head.
Oh god. His…body…was…extraordinary. She wanted to sit back and stare at him all day—maybe all night too. For a week. For a month.
She didn’t think she’d ever get her fill of looking at Archer. What she couldn’t see, she explored by touch, feeling the muscle rippling on his back and the bulge of his shoulders and biceps.
Even if she wanted to describe this moment, she’d never find the words.
He trailed his lips down her ribs to the flat of her stomach. When he clasped the button of her jeans, her pulse picked up. Then her heart seemed to stop completely as he popped the button.
His gaze landed on hers. “I want to see you. Touch you. Taste you.”
Her breath caught and she couldn’t force out a response. She could only nod.
“Say it, Jolie. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
A thrill slithered through her lower belly and sank between her legs.
“I want you…”
His fingers hovered over the zipper and he watched her expectantly.
“To see me,” she said in a rush. “To touch me. To…taste me.”
He let out a low growl that vibrated through her entire body. Her nerves snapped, and she grabbed at him to bring his mouth back to hers, but he just pressed a tender kiss below her navel that sent her body into overdrive.
She couldn’t think. Or breathe. She could only feel Archer’s hands on her, sliding her zipper down with insane slowness and guiding her borrowed jeans off her hips. Inch by inch he stripped her to her panties.
Oh god. Her underwear was…
Not the best for hanky-panky. In fact, they were the opposite of sexy.
She only had the one pair. They were comfortable cotton and…well, they were granny panties.
At least they were clean—she’d washed them out in the sink last night and let them dry in her room. But she wanted to sink into the mattress rather than let him see her wearing these.
His gaze locked on hers, the depths swirling. “Don’t hide from me.”
Before she could draw the air her body was starving for, Archer stripped them off her.
“My god,” he murmured, gaze fixed on her pussy. Thankfully she had at least one bit of foresight and performed a full-body grooming session before leaving on her big adventure.
He brushed the pad of his thumb over her smooth mound, making her pussy flood.
“Spread your legs for me.”
Her stomach knotted with excitement, and she slowly let her knees part.
He eased a finger down the seam of her pussy, trailing all the way to her opening. When he slid it back up, he burrowed through her folds, gathering her slickness.
She cried out, arching into his touch, and he answered with a growl.
“Look at me.” His command sent another thrill through her, and she couldn’t deny him if she tried.
Their gazes locked as he slowly pressed a finger inside her. Her insides gripped at him. It felt so good, and it had been so long. Sensation raced through her body, and she curled her fingers into the covers to ground herself as he began to finger her.
In slow pushes, he filled her with one finger, then two. The mind-blowing glides shot her to the highest peak in seconds. But when he brushed his thumb over her swollen, throbbing clit, she lost it.
Jerking her hips, she choked out moan after moan, but he seemed determined to take her to the very brink and make her fall.
“That’s it, baby. Feel that?”
“Yes!”
“Tell me what you want to do for me.”
“I want to…” She thumped the mattress with her balled fist. “I want to come!”
He applied more pressure to her clit and curled his fingers into the perfect spot to send her soaring. Waves crashed over her. She let out a muffled cry as her orgasm stole every thought.
The last wave barely crested before his mouth was on her. Hot and wet and taking. He delved his tongue into her pulsating folds. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she lost herself completely to the low groans he rumbled against her as he swirled his tongue through her folds and sucked her clit.
The second orgasm struck out of nowhere. One minute she was on a bed with her lover and the next she was flying on a shooting star. Bliss shook her whole body, and she reached out, hand searching for anywhere to land.
Archer clasped it, folding her fingers in his warm palm and tethering her to the world.
To him.
When he hovered over her again, she met his gaze. “I want more. I want you inside me.”
The look he gave her then—it wasn’t soft.
It wasn’t tender.
It was all dark intent.
She reached for his fly, and he let her pop the bottom and coax down the zipper. When she skimmed the hard length of his erection, she sucked in a breath. Her eyes flashed to his.
“You’re big. Really big.”
He didn’t speak but she could see he liked the praise. She sat up and looped her arms around him, kissing him once, softly. Then again, deeper.
With a growl, he broke the kiss and rolled off the bed. She watched him remove his pants and boxer briefs. As the thick length sprang free, she took in his stiffness, roped with veins and throbbing hard.
Her nipples pinched at the sight, and Archer noticed. His eyelids drooped to half-mast again and reached under the edge of the mattress. When he produced a condom, Jolie laughed.
“Habit left over from my teen days.” He slanted a grin her way, and she took the condom from him.
Aware of the intense way he watched her, she tore open the condom and rolled it to the base of his cock.
In a second, he cloaked her with his body. “Tell me you want this.”
“I do. So much.” She grabbed onto his shoulders a split second before he slid home.
She gasped out and they began to move together, quickly reaching a rhythm that drove them both hard and fast.
Her body chased every touch from his, and he tensed as she skated her hands over his shoulders to bring him even closer. Their mouths collided, tongues tangling.
“God, baby. I can’t last. I’m so…fuck!”
She clenched her inner walls around him, and they shared a low moan that launched them to another plane of sensation.
All restraint left him as he jerked his hips, sinking into her again and again. Each nudge of his cock stole the last thread of her control. No man had ever given her three orgasms in a relationship, let alone in one session.
“Archer!”
“I’ve got you. Oh god.” His body locked and she felt the instant he let go because her own responded with a hot rush of pleasure.
Their bodies took over from there. Neither of them fought the pull. She matched him move for move and kiss for kiss. When it was all over…
When she lay draped over him with her head on his heart and his light touch raising new goose bumps up and down her spine, the world felt…quiet.
Not empty or uncertain. It wasn’t the silence that came with nights lying awake worrying about money and how to raise three kids when she was practically a kid herself.
It was just still.
She let out a slow breath and settled against him, her cheek pressed to his chest as his steady heartbeat anchored her in place. Yeah…she could get used to this. To Archer, to the quiet strength of him.
To the way he made her feel both safe and wildly alive all at once.