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Finally.
We both buck our hips, rubbing against each other. The coffee table is the most uncomfortable place to make out, yet it feels like Kat is on an altar, and that makes it even hotter.
I pull her to a sitting position and yank the straps of her jumpsuit off her shoulders, then push it down her body and legs. She pulls my shirt up and practically rips it over my head.
I’m on my knees on the floor—what do you know. She has her sweet ass planted on my coffee table. And we don’t stop kissing, our mouths looking for bare skin.
Everything about her is intense. Her soft lips. Her velvety tongue that slithers into my mouth in some wild dance. Her hands that undo my jeans and pull them down together with the boxer briefs.
She might be hungry for me. But I’m starving.
I undo her bra and pull it off, my mouth on one of her breasts right away.
These nipples—I fantasized about them. Sucked on them in my dreams so many times while I jerked off, trying to recreate that pool scene, that now I’m about to come as I grab both her breasts with my hands and suck on one, then the other, greedily, taking as much as I can in my mouth.
Her hands cover mine and squeeze harder.
I grunt.
Kat moans and arches her back, practically feeding her breasts to me. I lap at her nipples like I want to lick them off her skin, then graze them with my teeth.
“Archer,” she whispers, then grabs my head again, her hands wildly raking through my hair. Her every touch feels amazing.
I let go of her tits and push her to lie down on the table, then hook my fingers into the strings of her panties and yank them down her legs.
I’m still on my knees, and it’s a beautiful sight—her legs open to give me a view of her pussy. I hook my hands under her thighs and pull her toward me, bringing her pussy even closer, then push her legs wider.
“There, kitten,” I whisper. “There’s nowhere to run now.”
She lifts her head to look at me—her lips parted, her eyes wild with need when I take the first lick.
38
ARCHER
The first taste of a woman…
That’s when you know how you feel about her.
Whether you are just doing a favor and going down on her out of pity.
Or your testosterone spikes so high that you just want to mount her, though you barely know her name.
Or…
You know on a subconscious level that you will want to do it again and again, a hundred times. Because you want to drown in her scent. Lick her until her clit is swollen and too sensitive. Learn her tender spots. Hear her whimpers and moans. You want your fingers and tongue and cock in her—all at the same time—becausethiswoman is luscious and delicious and something just clicks on an animal level, making you want to own her in bed.
Kat’s pussy is divine. Her scent is a mix of her natural muskiness and whatever subtly sweet skin oil she uses. Her clit is just the right plumpness to make my tongue wanna rub against it endlessly. I didn’t know I had a preference in pussy.
I push my jeans lower down my hips, giving my hard erection the freedom it’s been seeking for the last twenty minutes. Stroking myself, I tease Kat, licking up and down her slit but slowly and without a rhythm.
“Archer…”
I love when she exhales my name like this, all hot and needy.
I straighten up and study her splayed wide apart for me.
No, she is not running away this time. She’ll be lucky if she can walk by the end of the night.
