Chapter 13
Elle
Archer Bell is one hell of a kisser. He started off unsure, but damn. He kisses like he does everything else, passionately.
We moved from the couch to my bed once we realized anyone could see us from the balcony. The gossamer curtains I bought are aesthetically pleasing but do nothing for privacy. Our lips don’t lose contact except for the briefest of moments. Once we are in my bedroom, Archer guides me onto the bed.
“I’m clean.” Archer says as he breaks our kiss. “I had my mandatory physical and that includes a laundry list of blood work.” He says his strong arms caging me beneath him.
“I am too; I have them check every year at my annual.” I add looking up at him, “I’m also on the pill.” That was all Archer needed to hear as he takes control. I reach up and draw him closer, running my fingers through his short hair.
I press my body into his wanting more contact.
The desire in Archer’s jeans is evident as it rubs against my thigh.
Archer lets out a breathy sigh, and I slip my tongue into his parted lips.
Our tongues dance, savoring the taste of each other.
Archer’s hands slowly run up my body, bunching up the jersey with his name at the bottom.
His touch sends my body alight and a pool of heat low in me.
Archer’s mouth leaves mine as he moves to the shell of my ear, his voice thick.
“As much as I love seeing you in my jersey, I much rather see what’s beneath.
” He gently pulls the jersey off me the rest of the way revealing my floral lace bra.
“Fuck, Ellie.” Archer groans as he takes the sight of me in.
After he has his fill, he peppers open mouthed kisses across my body.
His mouth finds my breasts. He takes a nipple in his mouth through the lace as he massages the other one making it pebble.
I arch my back, abandoning his body, I claw at the clasp of my bra, desperate for his tongue on my skin.
Breathy sighs leaving me as Archer massages and sucks.
He finally ceases his touches long enough for me to shrug my bra off before going back to worshiping me.
He continues to venture down my body, his fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake on my skin.
He meets the waistband of my pants, he looks up through his lashes.
His tongue is still drawing lazy patterns on breasts.
I give him a quick nod, and he has the fabric of my leggings and panties down by my ankles and off in a matter of seconds.
Cool air grazes across my heated core causing me to shiver in anticipation.
I watch as he grabs the back of his shirt and tugs it off over his head.
His muscles cast valleys of shadows from the light in the hallway.
I instinctively reach out to touch him. Running my hands along the evidence of his hard work and dedication to years of training.
Archer smirks as he takes my mouth in his once again, using his knee he parts my legs, sliding his body in between them.
Skimming his fingers over my delicate skin, Archer groans as he presses his fingers into me. My eyes flutter close as his long finger curls and hits my spot just right as he continues to kiss me slowly and languidly.
Archer slides two fingers into me as his mouth leaves mine and peppers kisses down my body. His tongue meets my core and my back arches off the mattress. Moaning, my hands find his hair to keep him there.
I moan as Archer laps harder and faster. His fingers curling inside of me bringing me to ecstasy.
“Breathe, baby.” Archer kisses the inside of my thigh as I come down from my orgasm. He kisses me and I taste myself on him. Kissing him until my heart rate slows, I allow my hands to roam him, cupping him through his jeans.
“These need to come off.” I tug at the waistband of his pants, he stands and shimmies out of them leaving his cock straining against the boxers.
I kneel on the bed and take the liberty of removing them slowly, inching them down his muscular thighs.
He springs free, standing tall and thick.
I take him in my hands, relishing the hitches in his breath as I slowly rub.
I alternate between massaging his thighs and peppering his cock in kitten licks.
Archer’s breath hitches in his throat. His hands tangle in my hair.
He lets me do as I please. His hands gently tugging at my hair eliciting moans from me, vibrating around him.
One of my hands squeezes the base of his length.
My eyes land on his as I take him fully into my mouth.
Using the hand in my hair to guide me Archer takes control. Pressing himself further into my throat. My tongue traces the underside of his shaft as he pumps into my mouth. His pace becoming erratic as he grows close to his orgasm.
“Elle, baby, I’m close.” He moans. I can’t tell if he’s asking permission to cum in my mouth, but I take every thrust and swallow every drop as he empties himself into me.
We’re both a little breathless as our lips meet again. Kissing slowly, lays us both against the pillows of my bed. We lay entangled together touching each other as our heart rates settle.
“I have condoms in my nightstand, if you want to go another round.” I cup him eliciting a hiss of pleasure from him.
“Condom?”
“I figured you would want to make sure there is no babies at all.” I grin.
“In that case; is that even a question?” He sits up as I grab one from the end table, tearing it open and rolling it onto his impressive length.
Once he’s covered, he rolls on top of me, slotting himself between my thighs. My legs part instinctively for him. He aligns himself and pushes in slowly, inch by inch until he’s fully seated inside all while keeping his mouth and hands on me. I moan at the fullness of him.
He starts slow, letting me adjust to his size. Then his pace quickens, becoming fast and erratic. My moans are muffled by his lips as they crash into mine with desperate kisses.
Our fingers lace together and I hike my leg over his hip. My other foot plants onto the bed for leverage. My hips instinctively rise to meet his thrusts. Archer continues to plow into me, grunting as his impending orgasm threatens to push him over the edge.
My own orgasm builds and builds as Archer drives into me. His tip brushes against my sweet spot lightly, but it’s enough to send me into euphoria. Clutching onto him as I ride out the waves of ecstasy, I barely register Archer’s moans as his orgasm hits.
Archer slumps on top of me briefly, just long enough to plant a kiss on my lips before rolling off me. He removes and disposes of the condom before he climbs into bed next to me.
I let out a breathy moan as Archer kisses my neck, overstimulated by tonight’s activities.
“Sorry, I can stop.” He grins as his fingers trace intricate patterns over my most sensitive spots causing me to arch into his touch.
I look at the clock and groan; I have to be up in less than 6 hours. “You probably should, although I don’t want you to.” I pull him in for another kiss. “Do you want to stay the night or do you want to go back to your place?”
“Will I be in your way in the morning if I stay?” He asks, genuine concern etched on his handsome face.
“There’s only one way to find out.” I grin as I get out of bed and head for the shower. “Want to join?”
Archer quickly jumps out of bed. “If I ever say no to something like that, it’s a cry for help” he jokes.
Somehow, we manage to share my apartment’s tiny shower, taking turns ducking under the water. Once we are showered, and our teeth are brushed, luckily, I had a spare toothbrush for Archer. We crawl into my bed once more.
“So,” I begin. “I think we might be dating now.” My heart hammers in my chest. As I make that confession.
I don’t make a habit of hooking up with men I’m not dating.
I’m not in college anymore. I’m past my hoe phase.
But I’m worried that Archer might not be on the same page.
He just got out of a very serious relationship less than a year ago.
He may be viewing this as a hook up and I don’t think I could blame him for not wanting to put a label on it.
“I should hope so.” He chuckles before becoming serious.
“I mean it. I enjoy spending time with you. I look forward to our evening phone calls and the flirty SnapChats. I especially enjoyed tonight’s activities.
” He smirks and I feel my heart rate settle.
“We can talk about it more tomorrow; we need to get you to bed.” He kisses my temple as I turn to my side.
He pulls me closer and I hear him whisper “Good night, Ellie.” It’s the last thing I hear as I settle into a deep peaceful sleep.