“You’re anxious.” She opens her eyes and tries to pull away. To search my face. “I can feel it.”
“Correction:wasanxious. Because I didn’t have you.” I tug her panties down, over her thighs, and past her bandaged knee. I’m careful not tocause her pain when I know damn well her knee hurts more than she lets on. Then I drop the lacy fabric and slip my fingers between her wet folds, growling when I find her exactly how I knew I would.
“Shit.” She drops her head back,thunkingit against the shelf behind her. “Archer.”
“You’re who I go to when I’m anxious. When I’m out of sorts.” I drive my fingers through the moisture between her legs, then I duck and scoop one up, supporting it with my arm, and opening her wide,front and back. “You’re who I go to when I’m sad. And mad. And happy. When I’m bored, and when I’m busy. You’re my touchstone, and I can’t honestly explain how fucking good it feels to have found you after thirty years of being without.”
She moans, panting with every touch of my fingers on her flesh. Groaning and rocking her hips in search of more.
But those are her hormones. Her libido.
Her brain has always been, and will always be, more powerful.
“You’re upset about something.” She peels her eyes open, her long lashes flickering down to kiss her cheeks against her will. “We can talk about it, Archer. We don’t have to?—”
“Fuck?” I unsnap my pants and tear the zipper down with a fast jerk of my hand. Freeing my cock, I damn near come just at thethoughtof being inside her. “I like to fuck.Youlike to fuck.” I set the tip of my dick at her fiery opening and take her lips with mine. Biting. Sucking. Tasting her while her cunt beckons me closer. She could be death, with a giant flashing sign and an unwavering promise to be the end of me, and I’d still walk toward her. “You don’t want me?”
“I don’t want you to bury your feelings with sex.” She inches back again and searches my eyes. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself by ignoring things you really should talk about.”
“I already talked about it. This place sucks, these people suck, not being near you sucks.” I dive forward and capture her lips with mine, and because she’s distracted, I slam my hips upward and bury my cock to the hilt.
She cries out, gasping and mewling.
“And now I feel so much better.” I piston my hips forward, sliding in and out as her natural lubrication smooths the way and her heart pounds erratically out of control. “Before you came along, when I was feeling a certain way and needed a touchstone, I hurt myself. Time and time and time again, I made poor choices and left a mess everywhere I went, knowing that pain was better than whatever the hell I was feeling inside.Didn’t matter if I broke a bone or destroyed a friendship. Didn’t care who I pissed off or what evidence I left behind. I needed relief from whatever turmoil was circling over my head.” I flash a deviant smile and fill her sweet pussy, lifting her clear off the ground with each thrust. “Now I have you.”
She exhales, pleasure and pain washing through her veins. “Now you have me.”
“I’m not breaking bones or fucking over friendships anymore. Not even pissing you off most of the time.” I fist her hair and drag her head back, exposing her delicate throat and the pulse thundering against her too-thin skin. “You like it when we fuck, too, so it’s mutually beneficial.”
“I like candy,” she pants. “Doesn’t mean I should let us eat it for every meal, every damn day.”
I breathe out a choking laugh and scoop her tits out of the top of her strapless dress. Folding myself over her, I take her peaked nipple between my lips and ride the electricity she creates when her pussy squeezes me impossibly tight.
“God.” She bangs her head against the underside of the shelf, gasping for fresh air. But then she explodes, crying out and crushing my cock as her wet release splashes against the laminate flooring. “Archer…”
“Such a sweet sound.” I drag her face closer and take her lip between my teeth, suckling because it tastes so fucking good, and riding her like a mongrel dog intent on breeding. “Eight billion people on the planet, and I found my penguin in a packed airport during a blizzard.”
“Stop.”
“Prettiest fucking thing I ever ran into in my whole life.”
“Archer, stop?—”
“Sassiest mouth I ever tasted.”
“Archer.” She shoves a hand between us and grabs my cock, fisting the length and dragging me to a painful halt. “My knee hurts.” Panting, she searches my eyes. “A lot.”
I back away and look down at her bandaged limb, expecting the stark white bandages to glow red.They’re not. “What?”
She coughs out a silly snicker. “I’m not usually one to complain, but it actually kinda hurts. So if you could?—”
“Move.” I swing her around and swallow her yelp of surprise, carrying her all the way to a prep station already cleaned by the chefs now that they’ve finished dinner. If I had to toss pots and pans aside, I would. If the countertop was littered with food and knives, I’d throw those, too. Setting her on top of the icy cold steel, I thrill in her shiver of delight. In thegoosebumps racing across her skin, and the salacious grin that curls her lips higher. “Guess that makes you my feast, huh?”
“This issounsanitary.” She laughs and throws her head back, only for the sound to turn to a breathy moan as I take her nipple between my lips. “Fuck, Archer.”
“Put this up here.” I scoop her bad leg up and drape it over my shoulder, then I sacrifice the deliciousness of her tit and push her back instead, pressing my hand to her belly to keep her down. “Shift you here.” I drag her to the very edge of the counter and force the million yards of silky fabric up to reveal her juicy cunt, glistening just for me. I fist my cock and line up at her opening. “Insert this here.”
She releases a deep, throaty groan as I glide forward and fill her up.
