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“You’ll find out.” I wink, slowly kneel on the bed, and crouch closer. “Apparently, you like all things antique and rare. So let’s see how this works out.”
“You said no touching, right?” She licks her lips with that familiar sparkle of anticipation in her eyes as she follows the tip of the feather that I run from her neck down her body and stop at her navel.
“I said my mouth on your breasts. Nothing about the props.”
“Trickster!”
I give her a backward nod. “Now, push your breasts together for me.”
She hesitates.
I cock my brow, warning her.
She lies down and pushes her tits together, the sight of them making me hard as a rock. I do a long swipe with my tongue from her belly button, up her torso, between her tightly pressed tits, then plant a kiss on one of her nipples, making her draw in a tiny sharp gasp, her belly jerking as she does so.
The tip of the feather is still on her navel when I look down. “Now open your legs for me.” She does. “Wider.” She widens them, bending her knees. “More, kitten. I want you as wide open as you can be.”
She obeys, her thighs falling open to their utmost degree. If I didn’t promise that my mouth would be on her tits, I would’ve already been tonguing her hot cunt right now.
“Perfect,” I say, moving the feather down to her slit, its soft tip right away slick with her juices.
I turn to meet her gaze. Her eyelids are already hooded, her body arching with need as that feather strokes her pussy.
“Where were we…” I lean over to take her breast in my mouth, then let go with a loud sucking sound. “Real men use feathers to impress a girl, not flowers,” I murmur. “Shall we start?”
The feather is in motion.
Soon, it will drive her crazy.
I fucking love winning bets.
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KAT
Who would’ve thoughtthat a man like Archer could do more than take?
In the last two days, he gives. The heat. The tingling sensations on my skin. The kisses. Fucking me like his life depends on whether I come or not, in what way, and how many times.
The goddamn feather.
If I ever heard a story like this, I’d say it’s degrading and plain freaking crazy.
Well, I didn’t have any thoughts in my mind when I was mewling like a kitten, feeding Archer my breasts, and rolling my hips into that feather.
“Archer, more,” I remember pleading, not sure whatmorestood for. More pressure. More orgasms. I was begging, that’s for sure. I’ll beg again to have more of him. All. Day. Long.
The two days we spend together, we talk more than ever. Occasional phrases here and there. Small facts that slip off our tongues and let us deeper into each other.
“How did you get into chemistry?” I ask Archer. I never liked chemistry. The things we are not good at often fascinate us in others.
“Found a book in my aunt’s library. She used to be a doctor. I liked the book, studied it. I was eight, so my family thought I was bullshitting around until I passed the O-level exam.”
“At eight?”
“Yup. You might say that book paid for this island.”
“And saved lives.”
