Chapter 39
Elle
He kisses me and my brain immediately short circuits.
It’s amazing how that happens. Our kisses turn deeper and more languid.
His hands roam my body, taking off the threadbare t-shirt I opted to sleep in.
His mouth never leaves mine as he works my body until I’m writhing under his touch.
I’m aching for him in the best possible way.
Breaking our kiss, I move on top of him and kiss my way down his body.
Peppering kisses along his taught muscles before freeing his cock from his underwear.
I take him in my mouth, and I hear him muffle his moan to keep from waking his family.
My jaw begins to ache when Archer says, “Fuck. Baby, I’m not going to last much longer.”
Taking that as my cue, I release him with a pop, kicking off my panties I sink down until he’s fully inside and wait a moment.
I take him in. The way his hair is disheveled and his mouth stays agape, breathless.
His eyes are crystal blue, looking over my face before indulging himself and looking at my tits.
I smirk, I have never felt sexier than I do when I’m with him.
Having a professional football player who is worshipped by the masses, worshiping you? It’s great for the ego.
I slowly begin to move, and he grips my thighs roughly.
Beneath his beard, I notice his jaw clench.
He’s ready to blow but he’s trying to hold off, he did warn me earlier.
I continue to move slowly, trying to extend this moment for as long as possible.
However, my body and desire ultimately win out and I ride him drawing pleasure from both of us.
Tilting forward slightly to get that delicious friction, he watches intently as he hits that oh so sweet spot sending us both over the edge.
We both muffle our cries of pleasure for fear of waking his family.
We lay together, our breathing slowly returning to normal. Archer gets out of bed and grabs a warm washcloth cleaning us both up and we both finally fall asleep.