“Oh no, Archer. I didn’t tell you because I want you to feel sorry for me. Not at all.” Her hair glides across her shoulders as she gently shakes her head. “I had it a lot better than some people. You shared so much about your family with me today t-that I wanted to share something with you too.”
Amazing.This woman wasn’t angry or bitter, but rolled with the punches life gave her. She could tell it meant something that I shared my childhood with her today. She knew and wanted to share her own childhood with me.
She leans farther into my side, letting our shoulders meet. Even though layers of clothing separate us, I swear that her body’s searing mine everywhere we touch. I don’t know what the fuck is happening to me, but I know I have never wanted anyone more than I want Hollie at this moment.
I cast my eyes down to her face, only to find that I’m already the focus of her gaze. It’s like she’s seeing completely through me, to my very soul, and she understands me. I feel like I’m going fucking insane. What the hell has this woman done to me?
I can’t take it anymore. I want a taste of her. Just this once. Then it will be out of my system and I can move on with my life. Before I have time to think better of it, I bring my mouth down on hers. She lets out a little gasp against my mouth and as soon as her lips open, my tongue moves in, swiping inside, teasing her tongue with my own. It’s only a moment before she’s kissing me back in full force.
This isn’t some soft, hesitant, getting to know you kiss. This kiss is full of hunger, yearning, and pure lust. It’s like as soon as my lips touched hers, an explosion ripped through my entire body. Every inch of my skin is on fire and I hope the flames never go out.
I wedge my hands under Hollie’s gorgeous ass and give it a quick squeeze before I yank her over into my lap so that she’s facing me with her legs straddling my own, my suit jacket fallen to the floor, forgotten. I massage her cheeks through the material of her dress while leaning forward and tasting the skin of her neck and chest with my tongue. Her skin tastes like peach cobbler. This fucking girl is made of summers.
When I nip her collarbone with my teeth, she lets out a low moan and arches her back. Her fingers are running through my hair and she’s holding me against her as her pussy grinds directly on top of my prominent erection.
My hips instinctively push up to meet her grinding pussy, the warmth radiating from her directly onto my cock. She’s incredible. I haven’t even really touched her yet and I’m worried I might explode before I get my pants off. My lips return to hers and she’s making these little moaning noises that go straight to my dick.
Unable to stop myself, I reach behind her and pull down the zipper on her dress while she continues to squirm in my lap. The top falls and pools at her waist, trapping her arms at her sides with the sleeves and leaving her breasts only covered in a white lace strapless bra. The fucking thing is so sheer that I can see her large rosy nipples through the fabric. They’re already pulled into tight points, begging me to taste them. I don’t even bother removing her bra before bringing my mouth down to latch onto the bud underneath the lace, sucking gently.
Hollie makes a high mewling sound and moves her hands from my hair down to my shoulders, holding on like she’s worried I might pull away. Not fucking likely.
I take her pebbled nipple between my teeth and give it a small bite. Just enough to give her a little surprise before it melts into pleasure. She lets out a gasp and pulls my head harder to her breast.
“You like that, angel?” It seems like my girl might like a bit of pain with her pleasure, and I’m happy to oblige. I move to the other breast and give that nipple the same sharp bite. The pace of her pussy rubbing against me picks up, and she’s letting out little whimpers. It’s the most erotic fucking sound I’ve ever heard. I almost come in my pants right then.
My cock is dripping with pre-cum, and if I could see my slacks, I know they would be soaked with both of our juices. “Tell me you like it. Tell me you need it.” I want to hear her say it. She’s obviously horny and into it, but I’m not that big of an asshole that I don’t want to make sure she won’t have any regrets. We both need this so that we can move on and work together. This tension between us is too much.
“I like it, Archer. I need it. Please.”
That’s all I needed to hear. I lift her off my lap and stand her up in front of me. The dress that was bunched around her waist falls to the floor. She’s left standing in only her matching white lace bra and panty set.
“Beautiful,” I breathe and start unbuttoning my shirt as quickly as possible.
“You think I’m beautiful?” She moves her hands up to cover her stomach, suddenly shy.
“You don’t think you’re beautiful?” I ask as I grab a hold of her arms and put them back to her sides so I can feast on her with my eyes. Her pale skin is almost glowing in the low light of the moon. Her breasts are full and heavy and a perfect fit for my mouth, while her stomach and hips are all plush curves that I can’t wait to get my hands on.
She stands in front of me, thighs clenched together, and I can see the slightly dark spot in the center of her panties, proving how much she wants me. Wants this. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“I just didn’t thinkyouwould think I was beautiful. I know that I’m not your type.”
“Oh, and what’s my type?” I’ve shucked off my shirt and am unbuckling my belt, my eyes never leaving her. She’s standing in front of me in these innocent yet sexy as fuck bra and panties while I can see how wet she is for me. She is simultaneously the most innocent and most sexy woman I’ve ever met. And she thinks she’s not my fucking type?
“I’ve seen pictures of you out with women and they don’t look like me.” She’s lost her mind. How can she possibly think I wouldn’t want her? I’ve wanted her since the moment I set eyes on her. Actually, even before then if you want to get technical about it.
“Take off your bra,” I tell her as I’m finally divested of all my clothing except my boxer briefs. She doesn’t even hesitate before doing as she’s told and discarding her bra.Good Girl. “Now your panties.” She slides them down her legs and kicks them off into the pile of her clothing that’s formed on the old wooden porch.
I grab onto her hips and pull her close to me before depositing her on the bench and sinking down on my knees between her thighs. I put my hands on each of her knees and gently guide her legs farther apart until she’s bearing everything to me. The small patch of blonde hair above her pussy is trimmed, allowing me to see she’s dripping wet. I can’t do this without having a taste of her. I’ve imagined her taste too many times.
I nuzzle her perfectly pink pussy, breathing in the aroma that’s distinctly her. I look up into her eyes and simply tell her, “Right now, you’re my type.”
Her eyes widen as I practically dive into her pussy. I’m running my tongue up from her tight hole to that sensitive bundle of nerves before circling it and moving back down. Hollie is moaning and writhing against me. Her hands are in my hair again and she’s pulling my face tighter into her. I smile against her pussy as, once again, my tongue barely misses the spot she is so desperate for me to touch.
“Wait, wait, Archer.” I still immediately, my face pressed tightly into her core. She’s changed her mind. She doesn’t want this anymore. A wave of fear washes over me. If she sends me away right now, I’m not sure my blue balls will ever recover. But if that’s what she wants, I have no choice. The thought of her regretting me has my stomach tightening with an emotion that I don’t have the time to examine right now.
I pull back and look up at her face. Her hazel eyes have darkened and are now focused on me. There’s an anxiety in the air that’s surrounding her.
“What’s wrong, angel?”