“You okay?” I ask, brushing his hair off his forehead.
“Perfect,” he says, eyes closing.
I kiss his temple. “I’ll be right back.” I say as I lay his head down gently on the couch. I quickly change into what is his final Christmas present.
“I’m thinking of heading to bed, want to join me?” I ask as I step out in a red bow lingerie set.
Archer’s eyes fly open as he sits up immediately, suddenly rejuvenated. “This is officially my favorite part of Christmas.”
??Chapter 51 ??
Elle
Before I can react Archer scoops me up, his long strides making quick work of the distance from the doorway to the bed and deposits me there, eliciting a fit of giggles from me. He crawls on top of me, his arms caging me in. “You make such a pretty little present, all wrapped up just for me.” Archer grins, touching the fabric of the bow.
He places open mouthed kisses across my skin, starting with my neck, trailing down to my breasts where the tugs on the bow that holds the whole ensemble together. His stubble leaves a delicious burn. The bow slides away effortlessly, revealing my breasts, nipples pert, Archer swirls his tongue around one before switching to worship the other.
I run my fingers through his damp hair. A moan escaping me as I arch my body toward him craving more. Once he had undone the bow, the lingerie left nothing to the imagination. The soft fabric of the sweatpants brushes against my core elicits whimpers that I’ve never heard out of myself as Archer continues to kiss and nip at my exposed skin.
His left hand snakes between our bodies and finds my clit. His thumb strokes the bundle of nerves, alternating between long, slow circles, and fast little ones.
I reach down and try to palm him through his sweats. Archer groans and takes my wrists in one of his large hands, pinning them above my head.
“I’m pretty sure this is my present.” Archer says his voice muffled against my skin. “I get to take my time.”
My wrists are still in his hand, while his free hand grips the back of my knee and pushes my leg up. I’m wiggling and writhing beneath him as Archer takes his free hand and pushes down his sweats and boxers revealing himself, erect and ready.
Archer moans as he sinks into me. Pushing my leg toward my chest further allowing himself to move deeper. Archer rocks his hips against me allowing me to adjust to the position.
“So beautiful.” He places a kiss against my neck.
I want to wrap my arms around him but his grip on my wrists is too tight, too secure. The feeling of him hitting that just right spot makes my brain short circuit. “Please, Arch- I want-, I need-”
Archer grins at me as he pulls out so only the tip of him is inside me. I don’t even have time to continue my begging before he slams back into me, setting a unwavering pace.
“Fuck! Archer!” I cry in pleasure. Archer’s grasp on my wrists loosen just enoughto allow me to plant a rough kiss to his neck. He releases my hands so he can steady himself and adjust our position. With his now free hand he hooks my leg around his forearm and flattens his palms against the bed driving himself deeper into me.
His lower stomach rubs against my clit at the end of every thrust, hurtling me toward my release. My scream is muffled by Archer’s mouth as his hips jerk hard and fast, sending him into his own orgasm. Archer slows to a stop, leaving me breathless and spent.
The lighting from the Christmas tree bleeding into the open doorway washes us in a warm glow.
“I think that was more of a present to me.” I smile once I’m able to form proper words again.
“Mmmm. I think it was more of a shared gift.” He chuckles, planting a kiss on my cheek before helping me up and leading me to the shower.
Chapter 52
Archer
December wraps up with New Years Eve. We decide to keep it low key because our final game of the season is this upcoming weekend.
Sadie, Ty, Stephanie, DJ, Mack, Cameron, Ellie and I meet Vi and Phoenix at Gridiron & Vine. Gridiron & Vine is a high-end restaurant located downtown. It’s known for its sleek design, farm-to-table dishes and amazing cocktails. It got its name because it was founded by a former beloved collegiate coach. DJ has teamed up with them for a restaurant-exclusive label. He named it the Iron Line Reserve.
I’ve tried to tempt Elle there before, but she always says it’s not her scene. She then reminds me that her favorite restaurant is Salsa Casa and I usually relent, because how am I supposed to compete with a furry bowling league, $3 margaritas and the best cheese dip this side of the Mississippi?
But tonight, she agreed; and she’s all dolled up. She’s in a forest green midi sweater dress and the suede boots that her sister gifted her. She’s wearing her new charm bracelet, and the diamond studs I got her.She looks effortlessly elegant.
I can’t wait to peel that dress off her later.
