‘Oh, oh, that’s—’
She begins to chant, whisper half sentences, utter words that really don’t make any sense. I curl my hands around her hips, hypnotised by her, all though and reason tumbling into oblivion as I watch her lose herself.
As she reaches her peak, I press up into her, her cry so wanton and wild. I slide my hand up her back, grasping her hair, half maddened by the sight of her, and half by my need.
I buck under her, fuck up into her, my hand tightening in her hair. Her whole body jolts as my lips clamp around her nipple, the need to devour her great.
She tastes of heat and honey.My last coherent thought as nature takes over, blinding me to everything but the sense that I’m losing my heart.
26
Heather
‘Tellme I’m the best again.’
I reach behind me and thump Archer indiscriminately with the side of my fist. ‘I’m pretty sure I didn’t say that.’
‘I’m going to record it next time. You garble the most ridiculously cute stuff when you come.’
We both fall silent maybe at the mention of next time, neither of us willing to start that conversation. I have things to say to him, things to admit, but I’m not even sure where to begin as my eyes adjust to the room illuminated by reading lights set to either side of a wooden headboard. What does this room say about him? His bed is huge, the covers blue. Dark oak floorboards with a colourful rug. The furniture looks Danish and mid-century. It could be reproduction. A double set of drawers. A huge wall mounted TV, a door to the bathroom on one side, the closet on the other.
Does it look like a room that gets a lot of action?
Am I disappointed not to see a sex swing?
‘You may laugh but it’s all true,’ Archer says casually, picking up the thread of conversation. ‘Like you said, I do have the best love truncheon in the world. And I also fuck like a Viking. Although you might’ve said king.’
‘If you don’t know what I said, that definitely means you’re making it up.’
‘I was a little bit busy at the time to pick up the nuance of every word you uttered during your stream of consciousness orgasm. A little bit busy losing my own mind at the time. Through my dick, I think. Whatever that sensation was, it was pretty epic.’
I find myself giggling as I wallop him again. ‘You’re crazy.’
‘Takes a crazy to spot a crazy.’ He tightens his arm around me, burying his face in my hair, completely ignoring the sadness coming from the other side of the bedroom door.
‘Oh, Archer, let him back in.’
With a huff, Archer launches himself from the bed, his feet padding against the dark wooden floor, his tight arse and his toned back a sight to behold.
‘This bloody dog. Get in here, then.’ Door wide, he waves an arm in invitation, a blur of white and tan coming scurrying in.
‘Look, his little tail is between his legs.’ Not that his tail is so little. In fact, there’s nothing at all little about him. Except for maybe his eyes. You’ve frightened him. Oof!’ Elvis the dog jumps on the bed, clambering over me.
‘And you’ve fallen for it. Hook, line, and sinker.’
‘What? What have I fallen for?’ I ask, using my hand to redirect his tongue from my face.
‘I call it kicked dog syndrome. That’s how he ended up coming to live with me. He can really ham it up when he wants something. And he does a convincing limp if he feels you’re not paying him enough attention.’
‘Whatever the mean man says about you isn’t true, is it, lovely?’
‘Oh, you’re lapping up the baby voices, aren’t you a champ? You know he licks his balls with that tongue, don’t you?’
‘You sound jealous. Maybe you should take up yoga.’
‘Ha! Archer flops down on the bed next to me which means I missed the reverse part of the catwalk show, and all that big swinging—
I stop the thought right there.
