Words were lost as he led me back into the house. We followed the quiet hallway to the stairs and then climbed them, hand in hand. At the top of the stairs, he paused for a moment, then kissed my collarbone and then my neck, his breath rushing over my skin. The air conditioning was glorious against my overheated body.
In his bedroom, he didn’t slow, walking us straight into his bathroom. He let go of my hand, and then stripped off his swim trunks and… all the moisture in my mouth fled. He was beautiful. His cock was long, thick, and had just a hint of a curve to it. The tip was shiny, and swollen. As he switched on the water in the shower, I bit my lip. Would it be as hot and smooth?
“C’mere,” he murmured, and I dragged my gaze up to find him watching me with an adorable smirk. When I narrowed the distance, he trailed his fingers up my arm to the strap of the bikini top. “May I?”
Gut clenching, I nodded.
With care, he tugged the bow free, letting the pair of straps fall before he slid his hand to the back and tugged the bow there. The scrap of cloth fell away and leaving my chest bare. Archie’s eyes never shifted, his gaze pinning mine as he trailed his touch to my hips. Two light tugs and the bottoms were gone, too.
The nerves chose that moment to hit, but Archie tilted his head and ran his gaze over me from head to toe and then zeroed in on my eyes again. “You’re gorgeous.”
Heat swept over my cheeks, and then we were kissing. I had no idea who moved first, just that his mouth locked on mine. Steam filled the air around us, but I barely noticed it. His cock strained against my belly and left a little smear of dampness as he coaxed my tongue to stroke against his.
The weight of his fingers pressing against my hips kept me from grinding, even if everything in me just wanted to rub against him. His chest against my nipples was a delightful torture. A moan clawed up my throat when he pulled back.
“You’re killing me,” he managed, his voice thicker than normal. “Rinse off first. Chlorine tastes like crap. Then we’re going to do this in a bed, where you can be comfortable, and I can play with you.”
A quiver raced through me. The way he looked at me, there was nowhere to hide, nowhere to duck away to—not that I wanted to do either of those things. He kissed me again, just as slow as before.
“C’mon,” he whispered. “Shower. Then we’ll play. I am going to make this so good for you.”
How the hell did I tell him he already had even though he hadn’t really touched me yet? The hot water was a shock on my skin and a gasp slipped out before I could stop it. Archie ran his hands over me, following the sluicing water. Lingering on my breasts, he rubbed his calloused palms against them.
Back arching, I mirrored his example, caressing his shoulders, then his chest. The muscles in his arms flexed when I glided over them and his abdomen tightened as I slid my fingers down to his groin.
“You touch me and I’m going to come right here,” he warned.
I really wanted to see that. I wanted to lick him and taste. “I want to touch you.”
“You can touch me, babe,” he said, drawing us back from the water. “I don’t think I’ll have any problem getting it up again.”
“In here or…do you want to wait for the bed so I can make it good for you, too? I’ve never kissed someone’s cock before, but I think I can figure it out.”
Releasing a ragged groan, he pinched one of my nipples. The sharp tug enough to send a sting of pain through me at the same time as it made my pussy slick and soft.
“Fuck me,” he exhaled. “That mouth on me, and I’m definitely done for…but whatever you want. This is about you…”
“That doesn’t seem fair,” I told him then pressed a kiss to his pec.
“Yeah? Fuck fair.” He shut off the water and then he was crowding me right up to the tile as his mouth claimed mine. Then he dragged his lips down to press against the hollow of my throat. “Towels. Dry. Bed. Now.”
The growl did something entirely. When he lifted his head, I couldn’t see the color of his eyes for the way his pupils blotted them out. He thrust a towel in my hands, then gave my nipple another pinch. The jolt got me moving and I stared at him as we stepped out of the stall. I made two swipes with the towel, basking in the way he looked at me before he yanked the towel and pulled me to him. Then our mouths were fused, and we were moving. Somehow, we got across the room to the steps leading up to his bed and he lifted me.
The sheets were cool against my back when we landed and then Archie was leaning over me. “Tell me what you want, Frankie.” It wasn’t a request.
Licking my lips, I said, “I want everything. I want you.”
I did, I wanted it all.
“Tell me…”
He wanted specifics.Okay.
“I want to feel you touching me. I want to touch you. I want to feel your mouth on me. I want to taste you. I—” He cut me off with his mouth as he thrust his tongue in to duel with mine. The callouses on his palms were rough and gentle at the same time as he ran them over me. When he abandoned my mouth and locked his lips around a nipple, I arched up off the bed. Taut little kittenish licks strained me before he did a hard suck that sent a pulse straight to my pussy.
His cock brushed against my thigh, another smear of dampness. I dug my fingers into his hair, then down to his shoulders. Anywhere I could reach. Archie moved from one breast to the other until I was writhing. When he kissed down my belly, I jolted. Was he going…?
Pressing my thighs apart, he paused to look at me. I froze. The way his expression shifted, the wonder and the heat, did all kinds of wild things to my system.