She nodded and bit her lower lip as she rolled her hips, grinding against his erection, still trapped and straining in his trousers.
He saw stars. Entire galaxies.
He might not survive this.
Archie wrapped his hands around her ankles just above her boots, slid them up her stockinged legs.So damn soft, like—
Silk? Why would a woman who worked with her hands wear silk—
But his brain turned to porridge again when his thumbs encountered the bare flesh above her garters, so warm and giving beneath his fingertips, driving all concern over fabric choices from his mind. He hadn’t recognized the fullness of her figure before, as it seemed most of it was hidden beneath her skirts, but now his hands were full with the width of her hips, the give of her thighs and bottom.
And he loved every bit of it.
“Up, love,” he mumbled against her ear, one forearm lifting her below her bottom.
She shuddered, threw her head back and moaned when his thumb found the swollen nub buried in her coarse curls. Christ, she was already half gone, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she rubbed against him, chasing more friction. He shifted his hand, twisting so the heel of his palm pressed into her clitoris while his middle finger circled her entrance over the delicate fabric of her undergarments.
“Oh,” she breathed, grinding down on his seeking digit.
He chuckled. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, “yes I do.”
No stutter, he noted, prouder of making her calm and comfortable with him than he was of any point he scored on the pitch that day. He found the opening in her drawers and slid his first two fingers inside, gliding along her slick flesh.
After a stilted inhale, she shuddered again, shifted until she sank down on his extended middle finger.
Oh, the clasp of her, the tight heat of her surrounding just one digit. He wanted her,allof her, and his grip on patience was weakening. “Is that enough, love? Do you want more?”
“More,” she echoed, sitting up taller and bracing her hands on his shoulders. And when he withdrew, then filled her quim with two thick digits, she threw her head back to expose the slim, pale length of her throat. He pressed his lips to her pulse, let it flutter and lash under his mouth as she rode him, proud and tall, until her internal muscles began to quiver, her movements less rhythmic and more frenetic.
“Are you going to come on me, Mary?” He nipped her skin then laved it with his tongue. “What can I do to make you come?”
“This,” she hissed, then cupped his jaw and brought his mouth to hers. “It’s perfect,” she said against his lips.
Perfect.Were his hands not occupied, he’d pinch himself. Instead, he focused on the clasp of her pussy, how the walls clenched greedily around his fingers when he withdrew, the soft gasps and whines from her throat that grew louder and louder as he stroked her pearl with his thumb.
Fuck, but he was rocking his hips, too, taking advantage of the friction with her splayed thighs, the sensation so damned gratifying after months of deprivation, and soon he felt the familiar concentration of heat in the base of his spine. But he wouldn’t stop,couldn’t, not until she fell apart for him.
He hated the darkness, with only the dim light from the window to illuminate the planes of her face as pleasure pulled her under, her full lips parted and eyes closed, her head tipped back—
Then she shattered. She cried out as her release soaked his fingers, and she ground against him, taking every bit of the ecstasy she deserved.
It was too much, too intense, and he came and came, the pulses of his cock pressed tight against the inside of his trousers, sending echoing shudders throughout his body, the pleasure so fierce and profound it was scraped out of him, leaving him raw and tender as he slumped back in the chair.
Mary hummed her satisfaction as she collapsed against his chest. He wanted to keep her there forever, protect her from whatever frightened her and made her stutter. Learn everything about what made her happy, made her cry out his name.
He was prepared to strip her bare, make her come on his fingers and mouth and cock until she lost all rational thought, but a woman like her deserved more than this, deserved to know who he was and be known in return.
He chuckled, unable to hold it back. “We’ve done this all wrong, haven’t we?”
She snuggled somehow closer to him, and he felt her smile against his bare skin. “What do you mean?” Her voice, slow and smooth, vibrated across his chest.
“I mean,” he said, looping a fallen lock of hair around his finger and letting the silky strands slide off, “we’ve only just met tonight. I don’t even know your last name.”
Her spine stiffened, and he chastised himself for the inadvertent slight on her character.
“I want to learn everything about you,” he rushed. “We should talk more about our lives, our families.”
