“You can open your eyes,” he said, his lips close to her ear. “As long as you don’t turn around you still can’t see me. But this way, you can watch the movie while I help you relax.”
She turned her head slightly, not enough to see him but enough to make her curiosity clear. “Clever arrangement,” she said appreciatively.
“I thought so.” Archer pressed the remote to start the movie, then set it aside. “Now, your job is to watch the film. My job is to help you forget everything else.”
“That seems unfairly weighted in my favor,” Morgan observed, settling more comfortably against him.
“Trust me,” Archer murmured against her ear, “I’ll be enjoying myself plenty.”
As the opening scenes began playing, Archer started a gentle exploration of Morgan’s body. His fingertips traced feather-light patterns along her arms, across her collarbones, down the sensitive skin of her inner forearms. Nothing overtly sexual yet—just connection, comfort, the building of anticipation.
Morgan’s breathing deepened as he kneaded her shoulders and kissed down her neck. His careful ministrations allowing her body to gradually relax against his. When he sensed the last of her tension draining away, he allowed his touch to become more purposeful, tracing the edge of her bra where it met her skin.
“Still watching the movie?” he asked, lips brushing her ear before gently pulling the lobe into his mouth for a gentle bite.
“Mmm,” she responded noncommittally, her attention clearly divided.
Archer smiled against her hair, his hands moving to cup her breasts over the lace. Morgan’s head fell back against his shoulder, her eyes closed, a soft sound escaping her lips.
“Focus,” he teased gently. “Important plot points happening.”
“Evil,” she accused without heat, but dutifully kept her gaze pointed towards the screen.
Archer continued his sensual assault, caressing her breasts with increasing pressure until her nipples strained against the delicate fabric. With deliberate slowness, he pulled the cups down, tucking them under her full breasts, which placed them nicely on display. He watched over her shoulder as the cool air tightened her nipples to hard points.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, keeping his hands under her breasts but using his thumb to rub gently across her nipples, stimulating them in slow strokes. Morgan’s response was immediate and intense—her back arching, head hard against his collarbone as a gasp was torn from her throat.
“So responsive,” he observed, strumming over them again. “Have you ever considered getting these pierced?” He asked with a gentle pinch to the hard buds.
Morgan jolted in his arms, clearly surprised by the dual sensation and suggestion. “What? No, I—”
“You might enjoy it,” he continued, voice low and persuasive. “Imagine how sensitive they’d be. How good this would feel.” He pinched gently to emphasize his point.
The whimper that escaped her told him everything he needed to know about her reaction to the idea.
“Something to think about,” he said, filing away her response for future reference. “I wonder if I could get you to cum just like this.” his tantalizing whisper had her whimpering.
His hands continued their exploration, one remaining at her breast, giving it gentle squeezes and stimulation to ramp up her desire, while the other trailed down her stomach, tracing patterns across the sensitive skin just above her thong. Morgan’s breathing grew more ragged, her attention to the movie clearly forgotten.
“I thought you were supposed to be watching the film,” Archer reminded her, even as his fingers dipped beneath the lace to find her already drenched and wanting.
“I’m multitasking,” she gasped as he dipped his finger into her tight pussy before drawing it back out to use her own juices to circle her clit and apply gentle pressure.
Her jolts and moans as she lay in his arms made him almost unbearably hard. The tip of his dick was nearly strangled as it peeked over the waistband of his boxers. He could easily feel the silk of her back against the head, and there was no way she could miss what she was doing to him with how his length was digging into her back as she writhed against him.
Archer chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest as he held her tight against him. “I can see that.”
He continued his careful ministrations, building her arousal with gentle yet firm touches, never quite giving her enough to push her over the edge. When Morgan began moving restlessly against him, seeking more direct contact, he withdrew his hand.
“Patience,” he murmured against her ear. “We have all night.”
“Archer,” she pleaded, the need in her voice making his dick release a spurt of precum that slicked against her back.
“Can I taste you?” he asked, his voice rough with restraint. “I’d need to put the blindfold back on you first.”
“Yes,” Morgan agreed immediately. “Please.”
Archer hastily reached for the blindfold, securing it over her eyes once more. Then he removed her bra before gently repositioning her, laying her back against the pillows. With reverent hands, he removed her thong, leaving her completely exposed to his gaze.
