Chapter 27 #3
Tatum tossed her head back, lifting her chest, and released a soft moan. She knew his tongue and lips were deadly weapons, but she came alive in a way that she couldn’t remember ever feeling.
He continued to suck her finger but released her wrist. His hands lowered to his waistband and he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Using her free hand, Tatum helped him shift the fabric over his hips and down his long, thick thighs.
When his erection sprang free, she wrapped her hand around the base and squeezed. He bit the tip of her finger in response, then sucked the digit deeper within his mouth. His eyes drifted shut as she continued to pump his shaft, and his lashes cast dark shadows on his cheeks.
Suddenly, he released her finger and took a step back, but moved his hands to her waistband and unzipped her jeans.
He was rough as he shoved the material down, but she didn’t mind the harsh rasp of his fingertips.
She wiggled her hips, and when the jeans slipped to her feet, she held his shoulders as she stepped free of them.
Archer licked his own finger and pressed it to the hollow of her throat, then trailed the tip down, down, down…
She watched in fascination as he swept between her breasts, through the centerline of her torso, deviating from his straight path just long enough to circle her belly button, then continued down.
He fell to his knees and pressed a kiss to her stomach just as his hand disappeared between her thighs. She widened her legs and cried out when he found her clit, gripping his head. He moved from her clit and slipped two fingers inside her slippery sheath.
Her knees buckled, and he wrapped an arm around her butt, supporting her as he pumped inside her and found her clit with his mouth.
“Archer!” Oh god, she was going to combust with pleasure.
He was relentless. Alternating thrusts of his fingers with nips of his teeth. She arched over his head, lifting her pelvis to his mouth.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he growled. “So exotic.” He returned his mouth to her sex and intensified his efforts.
Tension coiled within her, the tingles now a vibrant hum along her nerves. With his attention focused on her body, she nearly wept. “Jesus, that is so good. I’m so close…” she whimpered.
“Get there, Tatum. Look at what I’m doing to you. I’ve got you.”
She looked down her body, saw his hazed green gaze looking back at her, his mouth on her, his hand moving between her thighs. And just like that, she spiraled, soaring with her release, crying out for more.
She hadn’t fully come down before Archer was guiding her to the floor, spreading her legs wide and settling between them. He notched himself at her opening, but paused.
“Condom?” He started to lift off her, reaching for his pants.
She gripped his arm and lifted her hips, taking his cock just inside her warmth. “I’m on birth control. I’m clean. And I trust you, Archer.” And she did. She knew he’d protect her, no matter what.
Something flickered in his eyes, an acknowledgment of what she’d just offered him…nothing between them. But it was more. Deeper than simple gratitude and affection. But then he moaned and pushed deeper inside her.
“Oh, fuck me,” he groaned.
“No, fuck me, Archer. Fuck me hard. I want you so deep inside me,” she challenged.
His smile was radiant as he rocked hard into her, once, twice, a third time when he held still.
He held her gaze as he thrust, using his entire body against hers like a weapon.
His furred skin brushed her breasts and belly.
His pubic bone notched the sensitive nub, sending sensation and light racing through her body.
She’d already come once, but she was ready again. Her hips lifted to meet each of his thrusts, her grunts matched his as he pushed and pushed inside her.
He slammed into her and lifted one of her thighs around his waist, opening her more to take his thrusts.
“Archer,” she called out a warning. Her body was scooting along the thick rug. She stopped rocking against him, lifted her pelvis higher, and took his thrusts, letting each one fill her until she launched and screamed her release.
Archer continued pounding into her, arching his back and slamming forward until he tensed and groaned with his own release.
He collapsed on her, his breath harsh in her ear. He was heavy, but not uncomfortable. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this sated, this desired. They hadn’t even made the bedroom, let alone a bed, but this…
He started to lift off her, but she gripped him around the shoulders to hold him in place.
“I’m too heavy,” he cautioned.
“No, Archer. I think you are just right.”
He relaxed back onto her, but then tensed and rolled, until she was spread-eagled over his body. He reached toward the sofa and snatched a throw from the end. He tossed the lightweight blanket over their bodies, covering them as they lay in the living room.
Tatum pressed her cheek to his sternum and found the thud of his heart comforting and real, and perfect. And within minutes, she drifted off to sleep.