“More,” he demands and grabs one of my legs to wrap around his waist.
Tightening my hold around him, I pull him down until we’re flush against each other and I can feel his thick length through his jeans.
Nodding, I breathe out, “More.”
Dropping his head, he finds my lips as my hands slide down his body, working to undo his belt and zipper.
My hands slip into his briefs at the same moment he bites down on my lip, tugging until my mouth is wide open for him as I clumsily stroke him through the fabric.
“I want to see you like this on your knees soon,” he admits with a dark desire.
I’ve always found pleasure in taking care of my partners, but it’s even deeper than that with Archer. The few times we’ve been intimate, a domineering side of him comes out I would have never expected.
I fucking love it. Crave it, even.
Never would I have thought I would be the type of lover who enjoys being told what to do—and if it weren’t with Archer, I don’t think I’d want to give this power to anyone else.
With him, I’m not giving anything up though. If anything, I’m the one gaining all the control.
Biting my lip, I begin pushing his pants down and demand, “Tell me what else you want—what you like.”
Standing at the side of the bed between my legs, he makes quick work of his shirt and pants. It’s a sight to behold—his broad chest with a light splattering of hair and the sharpVthat cuts toward his hard, thick cock. He’s mindlessly stroking himself in a slow rhythm while staring down at me.
He’s like a god—watching him tower over me in nothing but the sheer confidence he always cloaks himself in. The sight makes me believe the gods really do exist because one is standing in front of me, luring me to worship at his knees.
“I want to watch you—” he tugs my skirt down my legs and tosses it on the floor “—take every inch of me. You’ll be so full, love,” he continues, gently pulling off one of my hands until I sit up and he slips my sweater off me. “You’ll feel me for days.”
My breasts are small, so most days I don’t bother wearing a bra. For once, I’m thankful for that now that I am watching Archer’s eyes darken at the sight of my bare chest.
“Can you do that for me?” he asks with a smug smirk.
Laying back down, my hands brush up my stomach and cup my breasts. I nod and pinch my peaked nipples. “Yes,” I moan and arch off the bed.
“Fuck,” he groans and gives himself one long, slow stroke. “I don’t want to rush this.” I’m ready to beg, and my hips are already bucking in a wanton motion. Archer slowly crawls over me and positions himself between my legs. “I can’t wait another second.”
At a loss for words, I widen my legs and hope that’s enough for him.
I want to tell him we’ll have more nights like this—that I’m his to do whatever he pleases with tonight and tomorrow andforever—but there’s no way to be sure when fate will come knocking. I focus on this moment instead of making a promise neither of us can keep.
He lines his thick cock up to my entrance and gently cradles my cheeks. “There’s no going back after this—I’ll be yours forever, however long that may be.”
With a small smile, my earlier idea continues to manifest in the back of my brain. One that is equally insane and exhilarating. “And I’ll be yours, in this life and the next.”
He lets out a deep, ragged breath like he needed those words before anything else. Under his affection and desire, contentment settles over him and he kisses me again.
It’s just as passionate as every moment leading up to this one. There’s an understanding between us now—one of newfound trust and unspokencommitment.
His cock is nestled against my center, slowly sliding through my wetness as he looks down at me and brushes a hair off my cheek.
“I’ve been tested recently,” he murmurs against my lips, then pulls away to look down at me, “and everything was negative.”
“Me too,” I say. “But I’m not taking any contraceptives right now. It’s been… Well, there hasn’t been a reason for any lately.” My cheeks heat, but his smile grows and his gaze turns possessive at the admission.
“It’s been awhile for me too,” he adds. I want to ask how long but bite my tongue. “I don’t have any protection with me. Or even here.”
I nod, considering how reckless it would be to ignore that.
I could take the elixir tomorrow.
