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I’m right there, so close I don’t even care that I’m fucking his hand. He slides another finger into my channel and grinds the heel of his palm down on my clit. My thighs start to shake as my heart thrashes around in my chest. My joints lock and my muscles tense, every single part of me bracing for release.
And then he’s gone. A frustrated cry leaves my lips and my body buzzes with my pent-up orgasm.
I finally open my eyes, only to see that we're parked at Archer's place. The next second, my door is being ripped open. Archer unbuckles my seatbelt and pulls me out of the truck, pressing me against the side before crashing his lips down on mine.
He’s not gentle or sweet. He’s rough, untamed… and perfect. Archer licks into my mouth, growling as he owns me with his tongue. I meet him desperate stroke for desperate stroke, fisting his shirt and pulling him closer to me. I love feeling his hard muscles press against my body, like a protective shield, even when we’re together like this. A subtle reminder that he’ll always protect me. I think that’s part of what makes me want to let go with him.
“Fuck,” he growls softly, pulling air into his lungs. He wraps an arm around my waist, holding me against him. I’m so turned on, so very wet and frustrated and needy, that I’m trembling in his embrace. My knees buckle, but Archer is right there, scooping me up in his arms. “You still okay, beautiful?”
I tilt my head up, brushing my lips against the shell of his ear as he carries me inside his house. “I won’t be okay until I have you inside of me,” I whisper, not even caring how desperate I sound. “I need you to fill me up,” I continue, loving the way it makes Archer growl. “ I ache for you,” I whisper.
Archer lets out a wild, almost painful-sounding snarl. "Fucking Christ, woman, you're gonna be the death of me."
The next thing I know, I’m falling through the air before my back hits the soft mattress. Archer falls on top of me, pinning me down with his weight, blanketing me in his strength. His lips are on mine, picking up right where we left off in the driveway.
He holds himself up with one hand at the side of my head, while his other hand slides down my body, cupping my breast. He squeezes lightly, groaning into my mouth. Then his hand moves lower, gripping my hip, sliding down my thigh until he reaches bare skin. Archer squeezes me there and groans again, pulling my leg to the side so he can settle between my legs.
“I need to see you naked, but I can’t stop kissing these lips,” he whispers, grinding his jean-covered cock against my core as he kisses me again.
I make some desperate sound in the back of my throat, then tear my mouth away from his, breathing fresh air into my burning lungs. Archer rests his forehead on mine, taking deep, ragged breaths. Knowing he’s this wound up because of me is even more of a confidence booster.
I push on his chest, giving him a devious grin as he sits up. I follow him, standing right in front of the ripped, Greek god of a man. I tug at his shirt, demanding silently for him to take it off. His eyes flash with wicked intentions that match my own as he pulls his shirt off.
My hands find his chest, my fingers teasing his skin in featherlight touches. Lower, lower, lower my exploration goes, feeling the dips in his defined chest and abs. A shiver runs through his body and into mine, drawing us closer together.
Archer tips my chin up and kisses me soundly as his fingers find the clip holding my hair in a bun. He takes it out, tangling his fingers in my hair and tugging at the strands. I moan softly when his other hand pulls down the zipper on the back of my dress. Slowly, so slowly, he peels it away, letting the fabric pile at my feet.
His mouth finally leaves mine, his eyes roaming up and down my body. When Archer finally meets my gaze, he gives me a gentle, reverent look. He’s letting me know he wants to cherish me as much as he wants to devour me. I feel the same.
"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, unclasping my bra and tossing it aside. Archer bends down and kisses my neck, collarbone, and lower, licking one nipple and then the other. He kneels in front of me, blazing a trail of kisses down my torso.
I'm trembling by the time his lips reach my mound. He places a sweet kiss there then looks up at me as if asking permission one last time. "Please," I whisper, tangling my fingers in his hair and urging him forward.
A low, guttural sound rumbles up from deep in his chest as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulls them down. Balancing myself on his shoulders, I step out of the last piece of clothing I have, standing naked and unashamed before the man I love.
I gasp softly at that realization, but then I let it wash over me and sink down deep into the core of my being. I love Archer. And I’m pretty sure he’s half in love with me, too.
“You okay, baby?”
“More than okay,” I reassure him. “But I think you need to be naked too for this to work.”
Archer grins at me and stands up, pulling my bottom lip through his teeth. “Love that sassy mouth of yours, Delilah. It might get you in trouble one of these days.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. But I think you’ll like your punishment.”
My pussy clenches and releases, making more of my arousal drip down my thighs. He’s right. I think I’ll like whatever he does to me.
I'm unable to keep my eyes off his hands, which are working furiously to undo his belt and pants. As soon as he pulls the zipper down, I reach out and tug his jeans and boxers down, eager, desperate, hungry for more. For everything.
Archer helps me, then grips my hips and walks me backward until my knees hit the edge of the mattress. He cups my face in his hands and brushes his nose up and down mine in the lightest touch.
“Do you trust me?”
“With all of me,” I don’t hesitate to answer. We share a tender moment, so many unspoken words passed back and forth with just one look. Then I feel his hard dick graze against my center, and just like that, I’m aching for his touch.
Archer tips his head back and groans when I grab his cock and rub the tip with my thumb, spreading his precum around. “Fuck you feel so good,” he groans, pushing me down on the bed.
