“Okay.”
Archer hooked his right arm around my waist and hoisted me into the air. Then he set me on the table and kicked the chairs aside. Wedging himself between my thighs, he licked his lips. “So… are you mybadgirl?”
“Yes.”
The length of his shaft stroked my sex, and I leaned back on my hands.
The feral look in his eyes made me quiver with anticipation.
Archer leaned in and brushed his lips against mine. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
I bit his lower lip, enjoying the softness of his mouth and his willingness to please.
“Mmm.” He kissed me ravenously but drew back slightly as if he might break the kiss at any moment.
It drove me wild.
When the furniture legs creaked beneath me, I panicked. “Archer, I’m going to break the table.”
He cupped the apex of my thighs and gave it a soft touch. “Stand up. And whatever you do, don’t get wet.”
His words weren’t commands but promises. I stood and laved his nipple with my tongue before scraping my teeth over it.
Archer hissed, his hard erection twitching in response.
“What are you going to do to me?” I asked.
He palmed my breast over the white T-shirt. “I’m going toslowly bend you over the table, Cici. Then I’m going to lift this T-shirt over your hips. You should have worn panties.”
My gaze traveled down his washboard abs and V-cut. “Touch yourself.”
Archer drew in a swift intake of air. “Is that what you want?”
I nodded, my eyes skating down to his long, beautiful length.
He circled his palm over the head, eyes hooded. I felt embarrassed watching something so intimate, yet I couldn’t strip my eyes away. What made me uncomfortable was him watching my reaction.
“Close your eyes,” I said quietly.
He complied, his hand sliding up and down his hard shaft, the tip glistening.
When I reached out and caressed his jewels, Archer grunted as if he were in pain and froze like a glorious statue.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded, teasing his inner thigh. “I love watching you.”
I delighted in the way his body felt both hard and soft all at once. Noah never let me touch him like this, let alone give him commands.
Archer’s eyes popped open, and he dipped his chin. “Lift your shirt. I need to look at you.”
I backed up and raised my shirt, exposing my naked body. Archer had never seen my breasts before, and I was nervous they might not live up to his expectations.
He raked his teeth over his bottom lip. “You’re beautiful.” He pumped harder, and his restrained desire made me ache for him.
I let the shirt drop and turned slowly. “What do you want me to do?”
“Bend over.”
I rested my forearms on the table, legs together. The sound of him masturbating made me sway my hips left and right.
