51
Hazel
Iwas up the next morning before the sunrise. The Art Zurich Biennial Expo judges were coming today. My stomach jumped with nerves.
Archer yawned. "Relax," he said, spooning and snuggling me. "They aren't coming until lunchtime."
"There is too much to do," I told him, trying and failing to push the muscular arms off me.
"Just a little bit longer," he said into my hair.
"You need to get up with the sun. Don't waste the daylight."
"It's summer," he grumbled. "The sun rises at five thirty in the freaking morning."
"Suit yourself. I'm going to be in the shower, all by my lonesome."
Yesterday, I was too busy appreciating Archer to fully appreciate the bathroom. It was all white marble, with brass accents and crystal. I stripped off my clothes and turned on the water and almost cried at the amazing water pressure.
I luxuriated in the spray as I let the water flow through my hair. Just because I could, I closed my eyes and did yoga poses in the large, steamy shower enclosure.
I shrieked as strong arms grabbed me, turning me around. Archer's muscled chest glistened under the spray. He had a condom in hand.
"Consider me awake," he said.
"See? It's not so bad getting up early if there's something nice waiting for you," I told him.
"You mean something sexy," he said against my mouth as his hands wandered over my skin, caressing my breasts and cupping my ass.
I leaned against the shower wall as Archer teased my pussy with his fingers. I gasped, the steam making me hot and relaxed. Archer opened the condom packet, rolling it on, then ran his cock along the length of my slit, playing in my opening and teasing my clit.
"I need you," I gasped.
He gripped my hips and entered me in one smooth motion. I moaned as he fucked me slowly, two fingers rubbing my clit while he slid in and out of me.
"Your pussy is so hot," he whispered in my ear, his deep voice rumbling around the shower enclosure.
"Faster," I begged.
He planted kisses along my neck. "I think I'll do it nice and slow."
I moaned, my voice echoing around the shower as he fucked me slowly.
"Please, Archer, I need you," I mewled. He turned me so I could plant my hands on the shower bench. My ass arched up as he increased his rhythm, drilling into me. I was slick and wet for him. His fingers worked my clit while he pounded into me. I came with an honest-to-God scream of his name.
"Phew," I said, pushing the wet hair out of my face as the spray washed away our lovemaking. "Maybe that was a bit much this early in the morning."
"I can never have enough of you," he said, kissing my forehead and nose and mouth. "I could just stay here and fuck you all day," Archer murmured, plastered against me. "Isn't this nicer than the bed closet?"
"So much nicer," I agreed.
"I have hotels like this everywhere," Archer said, expression devious. "Hang out with me, and we won't run out of spots to fuck."
"As much as I want to," I told him, "I also want to give the judges a good first impression of Harrogate, and that first impression is lunch."
* * *
Chloe was waitingoutside the café when Archer and I arrived. A tall platinum-haired man stood with her.
