“God, Phoebe. You’re fucking perfect.” My voice is gravelly and I’m tenuously holding on to my control. I barely have my hands on her soft skin and I’m about to lose it.
She reaches for me. “I get to touch you, too, right?” Before I can react she has her hands up my shirt attempting to peel it over my head. I bend over to make it easier to drag it off of me. “Might need a stepladder for that next time,” she says with a chuckle after she drops my shirt on the floor.
I dive in for a kiss, taking her plump lips in mine, her answering moan flooding me with need. She shoves her hands into my pants and takes my dick in her hand, squeezing me with the perfect amount of tightness.
“Fuck, Phoebe. That’s too good.” She gives me a solid stroke and my knees weaken. I brace myself on the door frame above her head, all thought of touching her driven out of my mind by the maddeningly erotic sensation of her hand stroking my shaft.
My body focuses all its attention on the softness of her hand gripping me and the orgasm building in my balls. Each pump of her fist brings me that much closer to coming all over her stomach.
No. No, no, no. You can’t let it happen like this.
“Stop,” I say through gritted teeth, thinking unsexy thoughts to push off the impending orgasm. “Phoebe. Stop.” I force myself to grab her wrist and reluctantly remove her hand from my dick, dragging a ragged breath into my lungs.
“What? Why?” Phoebe looks up at me, her breath coming short little pants, making her breasts bounce with the effort. “You seemed to be enjoying that.”
I let out a humorless laugh. “I was. Too much. But I don’t want to come until I’m buried deep inside you.”
“Oh.” Her eyes turn liquid, the pupils blowing up until all I see is lust, and how much she wants me. “Yes. That. Let’s do that.”
She ducks under my arm, grabs my dick with a firm grip, and drags me to the bed. It’s weird, but so fucking hot.
“Whoa, slow down.”
“Can’t. Need you inside me.” She shoves my pants and boxers to the floor and throws me down on the bed. She stops next to the bed to shove her own panties down before straddling me. “I got an IUD after I had Lincoln,” she whispers while hovering over me. “And I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
She kisses me with a fervent energy, her tongue tangling with mine as she presses her hot centre against me, trapping my dick between our bodies.
Her panting breaths and wild eyes nearly push me over the edge. I stop myself from flipping her onto her back, burying myself balls deep, and driving her into the mattress, but just barely.
“Jesus, Phoebe. Are you sure? I’m clean, I promise.”
She licks her lips and nods before pressing herself harder against me, sliding her wet center over the length of my shaft, coating me in her desire. I’m not sure who groans louder, me or her.
Unable to take it any longer, I reach down and notch myself at her opening. When she slides herself down my length, I swear I can feel my eyes roll right to the back of my head. A groan escapes my throat, sounding something like, “Oh, fuck yes. Phoebe…Yes.”
Her hand presses into my chest for leverage as she rocks her hips, dragging her clit against me every time she slides to the bottom of my shaft, her needy moan making me throb.
With her wild red hair, flushed skin, and parted lips, she looks like a fucking goddess as she rides me. My balls are tightening already.
No. I’m still not ready.
“Phoebe, stop.” I grip her hips and force her to stop rocking. “I’m going to come.”
She grins and rocks her hips again, forcing another groan from my throat. “That’s kind of the point, Archer.” She bends over, pressing her breasts against me as she takes me in a brutal kiss. “If all goes well, I’ll be coming too.”
I drive up into her, her grip on me driving me closer to the edge. “Jesus, babe. You feel so fucking good.” I can’t hold back much longer. With a surge of energy, I flip us, covering her body with mine. She looks up at me with eyes wide. “And there’s noifabout it. You’re coming. Several times, if I have anything to say about it.”
I thrust into her, bottoming out, and her nails scrabble against my back, scratching me as she attempts to pull me closer. I swallow her moans with another kiss.
So damn good.
“Archer,” she pants against my lips. “I’m so close.”
“I got you, baby.” I slide a hand between us and press her clit with my thumb, making small, soft circles, and she whimpers, clenching around my dick. “Oh fuck. You like that, don’t you?”
She nods, dragging me down for another kiss before burying her face in my neck. Her teeth clamp down as she spasms around me, muffling her cries into my throat. “Oh, god. Archer. Yes. Like that.” Phoebe releases her grip on my neck, still panting. She continues to clench around me, the sensation drawing out my orgasm. My dick throbs in response and I pump into her, loving the sensation of sliding through her slick heat.
I follow her over the edge, driving deep until I release into her, gritting my teeth against the yell attempting to claw its way out. “Oh my god, Phoebe. How do you feel this good?”
