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I trust him. With all my heart.
It happens with a tightness at first, everything in me clenching. I can’t breathe, and my fingers dig. My legs tremble. It’s happening. I can’t control it. I can’t stop it.
“Archer,” I whimper, my voice tight, near panic.
“Let go,” he tells me.
It hits me.
I let go.
It’s an explosion between my thighs. I’m shouting, and it takes me a minute to even comprehend the words leaving my lips:
It’s his name. I’m shouting his name. Over and over.
“Archer…!”
“I’m here,” he murmurs, his breath hot on my ear, my neck, as he dots me with kisses, my cheek, my face. “I’m right here. I’ve got you. Keep going. Give it all to me. That’s a good girl.”
I’m spinning.
He kisses me. Hard. Our tongues tangle, and I lose myself in him.
But then he pulls back. He sits up so he’s between my legs and draws my knee up against his hip, holding me splayed apart and at his mercy.
“You’re not finished,” he says to me.
Before I can ask him what he means by that, he grips my leg and begins thrusting into me. Hard. Each pound of his hips sends a new hot spike of pleasure through me, and before I know it, I’m howling again. I have to grip the pillow behind me as I explode with a second orgasm, the pulses coming so strong, so fast.
Archer groans and finally empties himself inside of me. His hips shudder, and I feel it, hot, spreading. I clench around him, legs tightening, until he finishes rocking and settles back down on top of me.
His body is so hot, and we’re both damp with sweat now, and I cling to him, arms and legs wrapping tight around him. I don’t want him to leave me, not ever, and the need is so deep it swells and makes my eyes sting.
“How do you feel?” he asks.
“I know what you mean,” I say, “about being broken open.”
He kisses my eyelids, one first, then the other. Softly. Taking his time. My bottom lip trembles.
“You’re safe here,” he tells me.
Our lips meet, then our tongues. I taste the salt of my tears, the warmth of his kiss, and I lose myself in him.
“Can you stay here?” I ask him. “Just…until you go soft, maybe. I want to keep you inside of me as long as possible.”
He nods. Kisses the bridge of my nose. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Tell me something.”
“Like a story?”
“No. Like something about you.”
“Alright. My name is Nate.”
My eyebrows lift. “What?”
“Nathaniel Archer. Archer is my last name. I started going by it after I enlisted and never stopped.”
