"Yes.No.More."
He peeled my underwear down my legs and dropped to his knees.I looked down to find him staring up at me, his hands on my thighs, his mouth inches from where I needed him most.
"Hold onto my shoulders," he said.
I did.And then his mouth was on me, and thinking became impossible.
He licked a slow line through my folds, exploring, tasting.When he found my clit, he circled it with the tip of his tongue, light and teasing, making my hips chase the sensation.
"More," I breathed.
He gave me more.His tongue flattened against me, broad strokes that built the tension, then focused again on that bundle of nerves that made my legs shake.He seemed to know exactly what I needed, when to push and when to pull back, keeping me climbing higher without letting me fall.
"Archie, please."
He slid a finger inside me, then two, crooking them to find the spot that made me cry out.His mouth never stopped working, the combination of his tongue on my clit and his fingers stroking inside me building something enormous in my core.
"Come for me," he said against me, the vibration of his voice adding another layer of sensation."Let me taste you when you fall apart."
I shattered, pleasure crashing through me in waves that made me grip his shoulders hard enough to leave marks.He worked me through it, gentling his touch as I came down, pressing soft kisses to my inner thighs while aftershocks rippled through me.
"Bed," I said again, barely able to stand.
This time he listened.He rose, lifted me, and carried me to the mattress, laying me down on the crisp white sheets.I watched him strip off his boxer briefs, his cock hard and heavy, and desire pooled again in my belly despite the orgasm still echoing through me.
"I need you inside me," I said.
He covered my body with his, settling between my thighs.I could feel him at my entrance, hot and thick, and I tilted my hips in invitation.
But he didn't push inside.Instead, he held himself there, looking down at me.
"This is different," he said.
"What is?"
"Tonight.Us."He brushed my hair back from my face."Before, there was always something between us.Secrets, or anger, or the marriage being a lie.But right now, there's nothing.Just you choosing to be here."
"I've chosen you every time."
"I know.But this is the first time I really believe it."He kissed me softly."Tell me what you want."
"You.All of you.No holding back."
He pushed inside me, slow and steady, watching my face as he filled me inch by inch.The stretch was exquisite, my body opening to accommodate him, nerve endings singing at the sensation.
When he was fully seated, we both stilled.I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him impossibly deeper, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat inside me.
"Okay?"he asked.
"More than okay.Now move."
He started slow, long strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot.I moved with him, learning his rhythm, meeting each thrust with a roll of my hips that made us both groan.
"God, you feel incredible," he said, his voice strained."Every time.I will never get tired of this."
"Then stop talking and show me."
He did.His pace increased, hips snapping forward with more force, hitting a spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes.I clung to his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin, the sounds I made lost somewhere between moans and gasps.
