"I have extra," I said, biting my lip to keep from crying out as Archer slowly moved the panties aside and licked me.
He reached up and unhooked my bra. It fell to the floor, and my panties joined shortly after. I shivered as Archer stood up and turned me around, kissing me deeply. Archer placed two hands on my waist and easily lifted me up onto the marble vanity. The Ming vase next to me rattled slightly. Archer rolled on a condom, kissing me as I spread my legs, needing him.
He entered me smoothly then fucked me. My nipples brushed against his muscular chest. He gripped my ass as he fucked me, his cock rubbing against my clit with every thrust.
The counter was shaking slightly, and I grabbed the Ming vase. I didn't want it to fall, but I didn't want Archer to stop either. I came with one hand on the vase, the other tangled in Archer's hair, biting his shoulder.
"Fuck," he said in my ear as he thrust a few more times. "I guess you are going to need new panties, huh?"
* * *
I was feelingloose and a little warm when we went downstairs.
"That's a wonderful scent," Zarah said, air-kissing me on each cheek. "Lust mingled with an expensive perfume. Makes a woman irresistible." She winked.
Archer had several limos waiting outside for the judges and one just for us.
"First stop, the art walk," he said as the chauffeurs helped the judges into their limos. "We'll stop by briefly so you all can see it at night."
It was magical at night. The chandeliers sparkled in the trees, framing the entrance to the art walk. We weren't the only people out for a stroll in the warm summer evening. With the sculptures lit up along the path, it felt like a hidden fairy path the way it meandered through the trees. I waved to Josie as we passed her and Mace.
"This is like those old Victorian parks where people would just go out strolling to show off their outfits," I remarked. "I can't wait for it to connect to the conference center."
There was a photographer there taking pictures, and I posed with Archer. He was dashing in his tux. It fit him perfectly, accentuating all the nice bits.
If the art walk was magical, the gala space was otherworldly.
The former factory had been transformed. Sheer drapes hung from the rafters. The freshly cleaned windows sparkled, and strings of lights marked the path to the entrance.
In the entryway were easels with my paintings along with plans and a physical model of the convention center design. The place was packed. Svensson PharmaTech had purchased a number of tickets to give to their employees. There were also a number of people from town attending.
"Let me see your dress!" Jemma squealed. I spun around. The dress flared around my legs.
"Let me see yours! I love the lace and the edging detail," I said, admiring Jemma's black dress and elbow-length gloves.
"We look so good."
"Olivia's dress is cool. It's very architectural." It was made of a stiff white fabric that folded around her elegant frame.
After the mayor made a speech and we posed for pictures, Archer handed me a glass of wine.
"We so have this in the bag," he said, clinking our glasses together.
"I was a little worried there for a second," I told him. "Ida really came through." She and Zarah were laughing like old friends next to the bar. The bartender watched them in bemusement, and the two older women drunkenly flirted with him.
"All's well that ends well," Archer said and shrugged. "Let's dance." A local band was playing vintage versions of popular songs. Archer led me out onto the dance floor and twirled me around. The singer crooned, and the band played a jazzy song. The dress flowed around me like Cinderella's gown. I felt safe and loved in Archer's arms.
A slow song played, and he tenderly stroked my face. "You make me so happy," he whispered to me and kissed me.
When the song ended, he brought me another glass of wine and a plate of cheese and crackers, macaroni and cheese bites, and conch fritters. Then we watched Hunter and Meg studiously ignore each other.
"You think we can convince them to dance?" Archer whispered to me.
"Doubtful." I giggled.
54
Archer
