I couldn't help myself.I was never good at denying myself what I wanted, especially when it was right there waiting for me.
I moved slowly, careful not to disturb the rhythm of his breathing.I peeled the duvet back, the cool air of the room raising goosebumps across my skin.I straddled him, hovering on my knees, my thighs bracketing his hips.The position was dominant, but the thrill rushing through me was pure submission.I looked down at him, my hair falling over my face, creating a curtain between us and the rest of the world.
Leaning forward, I braced my hands on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart against my palms.I pressed my hips down, grinding my bare pussy against his flaccid cock.The friction was electric, sending a jolt straight up my spine.I did it again, slower this time, a deliberate, circular motion that was less about waking him up and more about satisfying the itch burning inside me.He felt so good against me, even soft, the heat of him searing my sensitive flesh.
Archie stirred beneath me, a low groan rumbling in his throat, but his eyes didn't open.His body, however, was reacting without his permission.I felt him twitch against my inner thigh, thickening as I continued to rub myself against him.The power of it made me dizzy.I had him at my mercy, hardening while he was lost in dreams.
I reached down between us, wrapping my fingers around his shaft.He was half-hard now, growing rapidly in my grip.I stroked him firmly, feeling the blood rush into him, the skin velvety and hot.I leaned down and flicked my tongue over one of his nipples, biting gently, just enough to leave a mark.
His eyes snapped open.
For a second, there was confusion, the fog of sleep still clouding his gaze, but then his hands were on me— instantly, instinctively.They gripped my waist, his fingers digging into my soft flesh, pulling me down harder against him.
“Tone,” he rasped, his voice rough and destroyed from sleep.“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Shh,” I whispered against his mouth, not stopping the movement of my hips.I was soaking wet now, my juices coating his length as I slid my slit along him.
His grip on my waist tightened, pulling me down, grinding his now fully erect cock against my clit.
I sank down on him in one slow, fluid motion.
The stretch was intense, a sudden, breathtaking fullness that forced a sharp cry from my lips.I threw my head back, my dark hair cascading down my spine, as I took him inch by inch.He filled me completely, hitting spots so deep I saw stars.I paused when I was fully seated, just feeling him pulse inside me, the walls of my pussy fluttering around the intrusion.
“Fuck,” Archie hissed through gritted teeth, his head pressing back into the pillow.His hands roamed up my stomach, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts before cupping them, weighing them in his palms.He rolled my dark nipples between his fingers, sending sparks of pleasure shooting down to my core.
I started to move.
I rose up until just the tip of him was inside me, then slammed back down, taking him hard.The bed creaked beneath us, the sound loud and obscene in the quiet room.I didn't care.I set a ruthless pace, riding him with a desperate, frantic energy.My thighs burned with the exertion, but I couldn't stop.I needed this friction, this depth.
I watched his face as I fucked him.His eyes were locked on where our bodies joined, watching his cock disappear into my body over and over again.The sight seemed to drive him wild.He bucked his hips up to meet me, thrusting deep, his pelvic bone grinding against my clit.
“Look at you,” he growled, his voice strained.“Riding me like you own me.”
“I do,” I gasped, bracing my hands on his abs, feeling the muscles contract beneath my fingertips.“Right now, I do.”
I leaned forward, changing the angle, letting him hit that spot inside me that made my toes curl.I was close, the coil in my belly tightening to the breaking point.The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, wet and rhythmic, mingling with our heavy breathing and broken moans.
“Come on, Tone,” he urged, his hand snaking down to rub my clit in tight, fast circles while I continued to bounce on his cock.“Make a mess on me.Let me feel it.”
That was all it took.The combination of his fingers on my sensitive nub and his thick cock pounding into me sent me over the edge.My orgasm tore through me violent and sharp.I cried out, my vision blurring, my body seizing up as waves of pleasure crashed over me.My pussy clamped down around him, rippling and milking him as I rode out the high.
Archie groaned, his grip on my hips bruising as he held me down, burying himself as deep as possible.I felt him throb inside me, pulsing as he found his own release, filling me up again.The heat of it was intense, triggering small aftershocks that made me shudder.
I collapsed forward onto him, my chest heaving, my heart hammering against my ribs.We were a tangle of sweaty limbs and heavy breathing, the smell of sex overwhelming now, filling the entire room.I could feel his heart racing against my ear, matching the frantic tempo of my own.
I pressed a kiss to the damp skin of his neck, too exhausted to move, too satisfied to care about the sun that would be rising soon.We were definitely, irrevocably fucked.But lying there, full of him, I couldn't bring myself to regret a single second of it.
23
Archie
There was a warm body beside me.
For one fractured second, I didn’t know where I was.Didn’t know why the sheets smelled faintly like her skin and clean soap and something soft and fragile I couldn’t name.
Then I opened my eyes and found Antonella beside me.And everything came back.
Her ridiculous heels abandoned somewhere between the hall and the bed.Her mouth on mine.Her body arching beneath my hands like she’d been made for sin and I’d been born to commit it.
