His nostrils flared and his reactions captivated me as he eased my right leg up over his shoulder and then shifted his gaze to stare up at me. “You smell…amazing.”
I swore my eyes had to have turned into saucers even as the air backed up in my lungs.
“That taste you gave me earlier?” The eddies of his breath against my pussy made me ache. I wanted to lift my hips, but he had a firm grip on them and I wasn’t going anywhere. Being held still sent off little rockets of desire through my system. I had no idea how nice that could feel. I wanted to reach for him, but I had fisted the sheets. “So good. So good. Now I’m going to dine on you—this is my dessert.”
Not looking away, he licked me from entrance to clit. Transfixed, I stared at him as he nuzzled and kissed and sucked. My thoughts scattered, there was so much I wanted to do, and it was everything I could to hold on as he thrust his tongue into me.
My head fell back, and I yanked at the sheets as he worked his way back to my clit. I swore he said something, but I couldn’t hear it past the need unspooling rapidly. The moment he sucked my clit against his teeth, I arched. My legs went taut and, if not for his angle, I think I might have squeezed his head.
He didn’t let up, the pressure just increased, and I came with a sob. The orgasm hit me fast, I couldn’t see as I thrashed. But Archie wasn’t done. He kept licking, sucking, and nipping and I came again.
Tears slipped out of my eyes, and I beat my fists on the bed. He eased off as the quaking shook me. He turned his face against the inside of my thigh and the hot pull of his mouth against the skin there. It sent a spike through me as he nuzzled there for a long moment, then he turned and did the same to my other thigh.
Shudders rocked up my sides and then he pressed a kiss my pussy, another lick and press to the sensitive flesh. The weight of him shifted and then he was kissing me, I could taste myself on him and maybe that should have been a turn off, but I clung to him. The faintly musky flavor mingled with something that was all Archie along with hints of chocolate and the wine.
Absolutely blitzed for him, I dug my fingers into his back. Pleasure collided with need as it barreled headlong into want. As good as I felt, Iwantedmore. Lifting his head, he cupped my face and stroked away the tears.
“Frankie,” he whispered. “C’mon, Frankie, open your eyes. That’s it, open your eyes.”
Dazed, I stared up at him.
“There she is. You still with me?”
I nodded slowly and he smiled.
“Good girl, sweet girl… you’re okay.” He ran his hand down my face to my throat and then over my chest. “Tell me you’re okay.”
It was not an order I could refuse. “I’m okay.” My voice was a croak, but he pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“There she is,” he repeated. “Sweet girl. Sexy girl. I’m going to make this good for you…we’re going to go slow. Yeah? Tell me you understand.”
I nodded.
“Tell me,” he said, cupping my jaw as he studied me. What did he see? I had no idea. My arms were like rubber, but I got them to work and I slid a hand into his hair.
“I understand, but…I need…” I shifted against the bed and he nodded, a sudden smile lighting his face.
“God, you have no idea, babe, how much I need you, too. But slow…” He eased away. I made a complaining noise and tried to follow, but he flattened a hand against my chest, just below a breast. “Stay there, I’ll be right with you, I promise…”
He leaned over the side of his bed and yanked a drawer out with a bang. I tracked his motion and caught the glint of the light on foil.Oh… the condom.
I smiled. “You remembered…”
“Of course I did,” he said, eyeing me as he sat up, still kneeling between my legs. The foil tore and then he was rolling it on. I hadn’t gotten to taste him yet. Or really play with him at all. “See something you like?”
At his tease, I grinned. “I see something I’d like to try.”
“Oh,” he murmured, dropping the spent foil on the nightstand before crawling up to gaze down at me. “You’re going to, I promise. Anything you want, you’re going to get.”
A delicious shudder rocked through my system, and I lifted my knees. Still staring at me, Archie ran his fingers down to my pussy, sliding a finger through the labia and teasing the sensitive flesh. When he eased a finger into me, I lifted my hips.
“Shh,” he whispered. “Slowly.”
I groaned as he worked that finger in and out, then added another.
“It’s going to hurt a little, babe, but only a little, if I can help it.”
“I don’t care,” I admitted. “I just want to feel you.”