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Willow
The world slowly comes back into focus, and I realize that orgasm literally made me lose my mind. I slowly stand, and with a shy smile at Archer, I nod to the back of the plane, where I clean myself up in the bathroom.
I flush the ivory toilet and wash my hands and thighs, loving the memory of what I just did to a man so untouchable to most, but who took pleasure from my control over him. The thought alone makes me want to go out there and pull him to the back of this plane and give him the power this time. Unfortunately, when I return to my seat, he’s on the phone, and the pilot announces, over the speaker, that we’ll be landing soon. When we do, the sun is setting. Archer guides me gently by the small of my back down the elevated stairs to the waiting SUV.
“Are you hungry? Would you like to grab dinner somewhere or go straight to the hotel?”
His question surprises me, only because it’s full of uncertainty from a man who always has a plan.
“How about room service?” I purr, and to my pleasure, it sparks that fire in his eyes that I’m quickly becoming addicted to.
He clears his throat and commands the driver to take us straight to our hotel. When we pull up to a large house, I’m confused, but let him lead me inside, thanking the driver who starts unloading our suitcases. Walking through the large royal blue double doors, I’m not prepared for what I see. The house is huge and luxurious but it’s the view that takes my breath away.
I walk quickly through the entryway, noting the colorful tiles and art on the walls, but focus on my goal. I move past the kitchen and swing the sliding glass door open to an ocean view like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Spread out before me is a booming city gleaming above the beautiful ocean. The house is built on a mountain, and I can see out past the city's hustle to the immaculate surf. The sea crashes into the dunes, peeking out over the shoreline, and a million lights twinkle below me, lining the cliff.
I feel Archer before I see him, and a cool breeze blows as my body heats. The contrast is euphoric. Without turning around, I arch back and stick my ass out, hoping to get his attention. To my delight, his warm body wraps around me and presses me to the balcony railing. His mouth is on my ear as he breathes me in, not saying a word, but feeling me. Staring out at the beautiful dusk sky, I watch the orange, pinks, and purples disappear behind the ocean’s horizon.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he whispers.
“I’ve never been happier to be anywhere.”
My words make him smile against my neck, and he growls. Soon he’s kissing my ear lobe, behind my ear, and down my neck slowly, his mouth leaving a trail of possession behind like he’s claiming me as his. He pulls me firmly back against him, his hard cock pushing perfectly between my cheeks, and I shamelessly push back, loving the feeling of him.
“This ass is mine,” he says, his grip digging into my hips as he pushes against me.
“And this is mine,” I say, reaching back and cupping his firm ass, driving him harder into me.
His teeth run across my skin, and my head rolls back against his shoulder. I grip the rail tighter when his hand moves from my hips and slides forcefully to my pussy, still bare under my dress. His finger finds me slick and easily slips inside, finding the perfect spot.
“You’re going to come for me, Willow. I’m going to wind you up tight until you fall apart for me.”
I’m instantly wet at his words, and I moan in agreement.
His rhythm on my clit never changes, but his left hand grips my thigh as he pulls my skirt up. The air around us grows colder, but the friction we’ve started is burning hot.
The world around us is long forgotten, and as the sun sets, we’re engulfed in darkness. There’s no one around, and the way he’s making me feel, I wouldn’t care if they saw us. How magnificent he must look, towering behind me and taking my pleasure.
The feel of his warm hand elicits another moan as he reaches my center. The other hand cups me under my dress, and I push back harder against him, wanting more.
“You’re not in charge this time. I’ll give you what you want, but when I say so.”
I’ll happily take whatever he gives me if it feels like this. His expert fingers work my clit until I’m yelling his name into the humid night air.
“Please. Please take me, Archer.”
At the sound of his name, his restraint seems to snap, and in one quick move, he pulls my dress over my head. I’m completely naked out on the terrace in a foreign country with a man I’ve only recently met. I think about how many days I’ve known Archie, and as few as they are, it feels like it should be so many more. Like his soul has known mine so much longer.
He turns me around to face him, and his lips claim mine as he pulls my face to his in a searing kiss. Not a kiss of a stranger, but a long-time lover. Someone who knows the fragile and broken person I am on the inside and is kissing me as his equal, knowing I’m so much more than my past.
His warm mouth moves in sync with mine, and I pull his dress shirt closer, wanting to feel his body as my skin erupts in goosebumps. My hard nipples brush against his shirt. The contrast is rough against my sensitive peaks, but I moan as it adds to my building desire. I break our kiss and rip his shirt open, buttons popping off around us. My actions quicken his, and as soon as he’s pulled his shirt off his shoulders, he’s picking me up by my bare ass. My mouth finds his, and I force my tongue inside, wanting to claim him as he’s claimed me. I don’t bother looking to see where he’s taking us, too wrapped up in the feeling of him and trusting him, even though it’s terrifying. My skin against his warms me up from the outside in, and I shamelessly grind against him, feeling his tip poking my core and wanting more.
“You’ll take what I give you, when I give it, baby,” he says, but I don’t stop moving against him.
Soon we're back in the house, the hard surface of the wall is behind me as he braces me there to unbuckle his belt, opening his pants to pull his big cock out for me, but my grin and excitement falls when he groans in frustration.
“Fuck. I don’t have a condom. The only one I did have was in my wallet,” he says.
“What?” I ask, confused, wound up as tight as he promised.
