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“Yes, baby?”
“I’m going to come.” I brush my thumb along my clit. Everything is so sensitive it almost pushes me over the edge.
“Good girl,” he growls. “Now, open your eyes and come with me. Watch what you do to me. Let me hear what I do to you.”
I force my eyes open, even though it’s so hard to keep them that way with the pressure building throughout my body. I don’t know if I’ve ever had one build for so long. I’m so close. I spread my fingers inside me slightly, stretching myself as my thumb still brushes over my clit.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy. I’m going to come now, and I’m going to be pissed if you don’t come with me.”
He doesn’t have to worry about that because a loud moan comes from deep in my throat and echoes throughout the shower. The orgasm that tears through my body is the most euphoric pleasure I’ve ever felt. My moans are loud and untamed, and I don’t even care that someone could hear me because it feels too good.
Archer’s eyes stay locked on mine. His jaw is so tight it has to hurt, but he doesn’t falter. His bicep bulges as he pumps up and down quickly.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans.God. Does he always make sounds like that? Would he moan as he pounded into me? I’d love to hear it right against my ear.
I bite my lip, and seconds later, thick ropes of cum spill from him. I watch in fascination, loving the way he comes apart. He continues to stroke up and down, milking himself completely before his hand slows.
“Careful how you look at me,” he warns, stepping closer to me.
“How am I looking at you?”
“Like that one orgasm wasn’t enough.”
I smile. If he touched me, I know he couldpull another orgasm from me easily. “I was actually thinking about how I’d love to swallow one day…if you’d let me.”
His eyes go wide. And I don’t know why because he just watched me give myself an orgasm and he held on to his self-control, but something in him snaps. He closes the distance between us and pulls me off the shower bench with one easy tug, my body now flush against his.
He places his hands on either side of my face as he gently swipes strands of hair from it. “You’ll swallow every last drop of me someday, baby. I can’t fucking wait. But first, you’re going to admit you trust me.”
I smile, trying not to show him how much his words have an effect on me. “Or you’re just going to drop the need to have me trust you before fucking me.”
“Not a chance.” Little wrinkles appear on the sides of his eyes with his smile.
I shrug, all too aware of how close our bodies are. He just came, and his dick is still hard as it brushes against my hip every time he shifts on his feet.
I want to touch him, to feel his stubble against my palm. I reach up to do that but remember my hand is still covered in my arousal. Before I can put it directly under the stream of water, Archer grabs my wrist, keeping my fingers away from the water.
“I need to wash myself off me,” I tell him, my cheeks heating.
He quirks an eyebrow. “I’ll help with that.” And then he pulls my hand to his mouth and wraps it around my finger. A whimper falls from his lips as he tastes me for the first time. His thick eyelashes stick together from the water as he watches me closely.
My mouth pops open in pleasure as he circles my fingers with his tongue. Why is this so hot? Why is everything with him so freaking hot?
He licks my fingers completely clean before he pulls his mouth from my skin. “You’re fucking addicting. I know soon I’llneed another taste.” With the lightest touch, he moves his fingers down my skin until his fingertips barely brush against my clit.
I gasp, unable to help it. It was featherlight, but I felt it everywhere.
“Soon, I’ll have to taste it straight from here,” he continues.
I swallow, wishing that he would do it right now.
He chuckles, taking a step back. I miss his warmth and the feel of his body against mine the moment we break contact. A rush of cold air hits me from the loss of connection, and the realization of what we just did hits me in the face. Not knowing how to proceed, I reach for the shower door.
Archer steps in front of it, blocking me from being able to push it open. “And what do you think you’re doing?”
“Letting you finish your shower.”
He stares at me for a moment with a frown. “Finish it with me,” he finally gets out.
