He grinned at her.“Baby, just go.I’m good.”
She pouted.
Shit, she was hot.
He resumed his work at her clit, and went after her tit, hereyes closed slowly, and she started bouncing again.
“There you go,” he murmured encouragingly.“Kiss me, Arch.”
She turned to him and kissed him.
It didn’t last long before she was arcing into her work onhis dick at the same time coming for him.
When she was evening out, she rode slow until she stopped,again full of him, and twisted her head to rest her forehead in his neck.
“What are you gonna do with that hard-on?”she asked, hervoice gentle and sated.
“That’s my question to you,” he replied.
She chuckled quietly and said, “I told you to come with me,boyfriend.That orgasm was sweet.Now I’m about clean up and shut-eye.”
“I can do that.”
She lifted her head and looked at him.
He lifted her totally off him, put her on her back in thebed, then rested on top of her.
“You want me to clean you up?”he offered.
“Yeah, Jag.”
He touched his mouth to hers, then to the hinge of her jaw,and he left the bed.
He came back with a washcloth, took care of business, headedback to the bathroom to dump it, then out again to Archie.
When he arrived at the bed, he found her wrapped around thesheet in a way that was her signature, and an invitation, the side of her ass,hip, thigh, the curve of her back, shoulder and arm on display, hair all overthe pillows.
He accepted her invitation and went in for the spoon,tucking himself close, and curling his arms around her.
“Only boy I know who’s good with giving a girl a rush thenmoving on, his dick still hard.”
“Hmm,” he hummed.
“I’mmagonna get up in a minuteand brush my teeth,” she mumbled.
“All right, baby,” he whispered, knowing by her vibe therewas no way in hell she was getting up to brush her teeth.
He was right, she was asleep in less than five minutes.
So he was careful when he moved away from her to go to thebathroom to brush his own teeth.
He had eyes to the mirror and the brush in his mouth whenher words came back to him.
I hope I’m a lot like her.I try to be.
And with these words in his head, he remembered something hehadn’t thought of in years.
His mom, sitting alone at the table in the kitchen, her handwrapped around an empty bottle of beer, staring at the refrigerator like it’dopen itself and spit a fresh one at her.
