“I mean, when you say it that way, it sounds trashy. I’m proposing that we just enjoy each other while we can and stop trying to fight it. We keep getting thrown together anyway. Why not just let fate do its thing, and we head our separate ways back to our lives at the end of this thing?”
He glances out the window, contemplating what to do as if the answer is somehow out there in the gardens my room faces.
I interrupt his thoughts with more words. “That first night we were both here was good, Archer. I’m stuckrestingfor the next two days, and if I’m supposed to keep my leg elevated, why not have it up in the air while you’re between my legs?” I’m still wearing my dress, and I slowly start to slide it up my thigh.
His eyes flick to the movement, and he watches the slow climb as I pull it all the way up until I’m flashing him my panties. His eyes move back to mine, and then he mutters, “Fuck it.”
He’s like a fucking jaguar with the smooth, agile speed in which he lands on top of me, his mouth crushing to mine as he carefully avoids my ankle but still somehow manages to buck his hips against mine.
I open my mouth to his, butterflies leaping through me that this is really happening. He’s really giving into this pull between us, one he’s tried to ignore but seemingly can’t, one that I’ve wanted to act on again since the first time.
His kiss is brutal, his tongue thrashing into my mouth with a purpose as one of his hands moves along my thigh, pushing my dress upward even as he continues to push his hips against mine. He’s wild, untamed, needy, and so am I. Just the rough brush of his erection as it hits against my center is nearly enough to push me over the cliff he left me right on the edge of, but I need more. I need him.
I don’t have any condoms in here, though, and I’m fairly certain he knows that since the first night we were together, I admitted I didn’t have any.
He breaks our kiss and shifts to the side to reach between us, his hands rough as he yanks my panties over to give himself access. He slides his finger back inside me. I arch back, my tits coming up toward his mouth but still hidden beneath my dress, and he kisses me over my dress between them as I moan and close my eyes to the pleasure. The ache that he left there pulses strong and deep, and it’s like he picks up right where he left off as his finger pumps in and out of me. He pulls it out to finger my clit, and that does it.
I fly over the edge of bliss, my body warm everywhere as my thighs clench tightly together over his hand.
His voice is low and raspy near my ear as I fight my way through the bliss. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous when you come.”
Some incoherent curse paired with a moan falls from my lips, and my body continues to quake even after the pulses of pleasure start to wane.
I let out a soft sigh of bliss once I come down from the high.
“Jesus, I can’t wait to see that happen eleven more times in the next forty-eight hours,” he says.
I can’t help a small laugh even as I reach over to feel how hard he is over his shorts. “Your turn?” I offer.
“We said you were getting twelve. We didn’t say how many I’m getting.”
“More than twelve?” I ask.
“I’ve got a lot of stamina, but not that much. Besides, orgasms don’t have to be a one-for-one kind of thing, you know?”
I don’t think I’ve ever been with a man who held that same perspective, but it’s definitely something I can get on board with for the next month. And I already thinkI’m going to have a hard time saying goodbye when this month comes to an end.
I push that thought out of my mind. I’m drifting off a bit when I hear his voice.
“I really think we can hit all these.”
“Hm?” I ask. My eyes open lazily, and when I see that he’s holding Chip and Jackie’s sex bucket list, they flyall the wayopen.
“Balcony sex, that’s easy enough. Some of these can be cross-referenced. Like, for example, we can hit skinny dipping, sex in a pool, and public sex all in one. Possibly with sex on the beach wrapped in. And wealmosthit sex on an excursion, so we just need one more—”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, mister. Why the sudden change of heart?” I ask. “Five minutes ago, you didn’t want anything to do with me, and now you’re trying to finish a sex bucket list.”
“The sudden change of heart was born from our new agreement. Oh, and also from watching you come. Fuck, if that isn’t the most goddamn addictive thing I’ve ever witnessed.”
I want to feel gross that this is just sex, but instead of feeling gross, I feel empowered.
I’ve never feltsexybefore, but he makes me feel that way.
I feel strong and in control because I know what this is for both of us. We can do whatever we want in the next month, and nobody ever has to know. Just two people taking what they need and having a damn good time while doing it.
Is it too much to ask that I don’t get attached to him along the way, too?
“Okay, fine. If you’re so addicted, then make me come again,” I challenge. It won’t be the first time I’ve had multiple orgasms in one night, but if I’m being honest, the first timewasthe night I met Archer Bradley.
