She moves to make herself comfortable and then kisses me, and I slide my hands down her ribs and around her back while she brushesher lips over mine, her teeth nipping my bottom lip before she teases it with her tongue. Now I’ve made my intentions clear, she seems as keen as I am to draw this out, to enjoy the journey, rather than race to the destination.
She kisses around to my ear and sucks the lobe, murmuring, “Mmm…” Pressing her lips below it, she says, “You smell amazing. I love your cologne.”
“Likewise, your perfume is gorgeous.”
“I’ve dreamed about this so often.” She kisses my neck and presses her tongue to the hollow of my throat. “It’s even better than I imagined.”
My head spins at the thought. I wasn’t sure if she ever thought of me at all outside the workplace. We’ve both hidden it so well.
“You’re so soft,” I murmur, bringing my hands up to brush the side of her breasts. “All over.” I stroke down her ribs, then slide one hand beneath the waistband of her cut-downs. She’s wearing a thong, and my fingers move easily over the top elastic to the exposed skin of her ass. “Ahhh…”
She rocks her hips, so my erection nestles into her soft mound. “You’re so hard,” she whispers. Her eyes light with mischief. “And what they say about guys with big feet is true.” She smiles as I chuckle and moves her hips slowly, stroking up, arousing us both, and her eyelids drop to half-mast. “Mmm.”
“Steady on,” I tease. “We need to take it slow or it’ll all be over in five minutes.”
“I wouldn’t complain.”
“Well, I would. Lie still.” I bring her head down for a kiss.
We make out for a long time, the stars wheeling above us in the sky, the moon rising slowly. I play with her breasts, keeping my touch gentle and exploratory, tracing around the areola of the nipple, then rolling the tip with my thumb. She moans and sighs, wriggling under my touch, but doesn’t stop kissing me. When she traces the tip of her tongue across my lips, I groan and automatically push up my hips, so she does it again, and again, until our kisses become wet and heated.
Her hips are moving rhythmically against mine now, and her breaths are coming faster, so I know she’s close to a climax.
Holding her tightly, I shift on the sofa, rolling us onto our sides, so she’s pressed up against the back of the sofa. “Oh!” she says, surprised.
I lower my hand to the button of her cut-downs and undo it, following with the zipper. Moving my thigh, I use it to separate her legs. Then I slip my hand down her front and into her jeans. Carefully, I pull aside her thong. Then I slide my fingers down her soft, bare skin.
Ah man, she’s swollen and slippery, and my fingers glide easily into her. She exhales, her eyes closing, and sighs as I caress her. “That feels so good,” she whispers. Her teeth tug her bottom lip again. “Ohhh… I… mmm…” She opens her eyes and looks into mine. “I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”
My lips curve up. “Kind of the plan.”
“Oh.” She blinks, then closes her eyes again, a frown appearing on her forehead as she concentrates.
I kiss her gently, keeping the touch of both my lips and fingers light, and enjoying her answering sighs. I want to release her tension before I go down on her, so I can make it last, and she seems happy to play along. Touching her very lightly, I keep up the rhythm, and it’s not long before her breaths turn ragged and her breaths turn to gasps.
“Archer…” she whispers, the tone hoping, pleading.
Exultant at the sound of my name on her tongue at the moment of climax, I give a low growl of approval and say, “Yes…”
She holds her breath, biting her bottom lip, her body tightening, her thighs clamping around mine where it sits between them. I don’t stop, but I make my finger so light I’m barely touching her, and she groans, then shudders as she comes, quivering beneath my hand, her body jerking with each spasm.
“Mmm… beautiful girl…” I watch her, loving every second of it, and when she opens her eyes and looks up into mine, I flood with warmth at the thought that I’ve given her the ultimate pleasure.
“Ooh.” Her eyelids flutter and she smiles, then blows out a breath. “Wow.”
I extract my fingers from her underwear, lift them to my mouth, and suck her moisture off them. Her expression turns shocked, and she whacks my arm. “Archer!”
Chuckling, I sit up and get to my feet, then lower a hand to help her up. “Come on, gorgeous.”
“Where are we going?”
“Bed.”
“Oh.” She takes my hand and lets me lead her.
First I go into the kitchen and collect a couple bottles of water from the fridge. “Drink,” I tell her, passing her one.
Under my watchful eye, she undoes the lid and has a few mouthfuls of water. Then I take her hand again and lead her out of the kitchen and into the hallway.
