‘I don’t know if I can go again.’ Even as the words tumble out, blood rushes below.
‘Trust me to take care of you. It’s my job, after all.’ Those magnificent shoulders shrug and in this single fleeting moment, I know he’s going to give me everything.
Fuck the rule book. He’s composing his own after tonight. Enduring Harrison’s less than gentlemanly behaviour was worth every second, because it led to this.
I trust Archie. With my life. With my body. With everything I am.
‘Time for the main.’ Sapphire twin pools rove over my clit before he captures it in his mouth. My pelvis jolts from the table. It’s beyond sensitive. But his mouth doesn’t leave me for a second.
I exhale hard, forcing my body to relax. If he’s shown me one thing already, it’s that the ten years he has on me have provided him with experience.
My stomach flips, imagining him doing this to others before me.
It won’t happen again.
He’s right. I am his. And he is mine.
I tilt upwards, allowing him easier access, vowing to take whatever he’s giving. To enjoy every sensitive second. I’ve imagined him down here so many times, to watch his dirty blond hair bobbing up and down in his quest to tease and please me. It’s almost enough to set me off again.
‘So fucking responsive,’ he murmurs against my swollen clit. ‘I’ve imagined doing this to you so many fucking times.’
He’s a mind reader.
That tongue flattens again, dipping across my entrance and all the way up again. ‘I’m probably going to hell for this, but I’m pretty sure I was going, anyway. How can something that feels so right be so wrong?’
My thighs tremble as my climax builds once again.
This time, he doesn’t stop. He stretches his mouth wide across me and devours me like a man who hasn’t eaten in weeks.
A million stars cloud my vision before bursting in front of me as I come harder than a freight train, calling out the name of the only man with the ability to do that to me.
I pant, floating back down to earth for the second time. ‘You’re unbelievably good at that.’
Archie presses a kiss on my inner thigh, fingers skimming my breasts.
‘Is it time for dessert yet?’ I inch off the table, straight onto his lap, undoing his shirt buttons one by one.
‘Hungry little thing tonight, aren’t you?’ Rough hands catch mine, stilling them. ‘Remember who’s in charge here.’
‘Let me make it up to you.’ My fingers flutter over his forearms.
‘No. I haven’t finished with your lesson yet. Get back on that table so I can bang some sense into you.’
A thrill of anticipation shivers over my spine as I inch backwards on shaky legs, watching as Archie prises open the thick leather belt on his suit trousers. The zip practically flies down by itself beneath the swelling pressure of his huge thick cock, which bursts out.
He’s beautiful. Enormous. Engorged. And mine for the taking, finally.
My greedy hands reach out for him, stroking, caressing, admiring.
‘You’re gorgeous, Archie. Please take the shirt off. Let me see you,’
I plead, pumping his length with my hand. His head rolls backwards as his fingers reach for the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one.
He slips the white cotton from his shoulders but hesitates before fully removing it.
A flash of vulnerability flickers across his face.
His scars.
