I want to buck my hips up so badly, it almost hurts not to, but I don’t want to rush this. I already know it won’t be the longest time of our life, but I don’t want to push the first time so it ends too fast.
“Viv, baby,” he moans into my neck as he pulls out and pushes back in. His hand reaches back and he pulls my leg up over his hip again and finds an even better angle for me. I gasp at the sensation and the culmination of the angle, the size of the man inside of me and who the man is to me has a burst of heat rushing down my spine. I’m not even sure he knows what he’s doing but by heavens, he’s doing it well.
“Oh my god,” I murmur, feeling every sensation. He pumps into me again and holds my leg up. “Archer,” I moan and he groans back into my neck again before lifting his face. His eyes lock on mine as he pumps again and he smashes his lips down onto mine, moving faster and faster.
I feel that rush of heat turn into bursting flames as I start to come, right as Archer slams into me, a moan moving from his mouth to mine as we come together and I let out a cry, breaking our kiss.
His moans move over me and when he finally stops moving, he holds me to him, cradling me tightly.
I let myself just feel every moment of our postcoital bliss, and I truly could not be happier.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
“When you’re with someone you love, it’s easy to overstep boundaries. Just because we think we know what they need, doesn’t mean we do. Sometimes listening is the best thing we can do.” – Archer
ARCHER
I lie there panting, holding Viv in my arms as we come down from the high of making love. It is around ten o’clock and we just finished our second round. I have no intention of leaving, except to go buy more condoms, because dumbass me didn’t bring more than three.
“How are you feeling?” I ask Viv, who’s been smiling softly the whole night, our first time was fast, but an hour afterward, I was ready to go again.
I had a feeling, with Viv in my arms and by my side, I’d be ready to go with her about every hour on the hour.
“Wonderful,” she sighs happily and I smile broadly. I wasn’t proud of how short our first time was, but Viv was happy about it and that was what mattered to me.
However, I was now in competition with myself to see how many times I could get her to come before sunrise. I was thinking four times, at minimum. Seven, if I really pushed.
“How are you feeling?” she asks back, and I lie back, pulling her so she’s half on top of me.
In the last six hours, I made the woman of my dreams dinner, confessed the biggest secret I’ve ever had, and made love to her twice. My feelings were… fan-fucking-tastic. “I’ve never been better.”
She lifts her head up and looks at me. “Really?”
I brush her hair off of her cheek and look into her eyes. “Really. This is the best night of my life, Viv.”
She smiles at me and leans up for a kiss which I gladly reciprocate, grateful that it’s something I can do freely. “Me too.”
“Tell me more.”
She scrunches her nose. “What do you mean?”
I lean up on an elbow and look down at her. “Tell me what I can do to be better for you.”
Viv blushes and rests a hand on her cheek. “Um, I don’t know. You’ve been perfect to me.”
I lean down to her neck and place a kiss there, my arm resting over her stomach squeezing tighter. “I want to be amazing for you,” I admit quietly.
I’m not sure how to do this. The furthest I’ve gone with a girl was my second year of college and she gave me a hand job. I embarrassed myself and said thank you before making a quick exit.
“I promise if there’s something I need from you, I’ll tell you,” she says before pressing a kiss against my lips. She snuggles in close and closes her eyes, and I watch the woman of my dreams fall asleep at my side.
I just need this. Right here. For the rest of my life, as long as I have her, I’ll be happy.
By morning, we’d gone another round, and I wanted to head down the road to grab more supplies. I also had to make a quick stop at home for clothes. There was no way I was leaving her side after last night.
I cleared the whole weekend, and aside from a couple of hours of work Viv wanted to do for CT, she was free.
We spent the weekend shopping at the farmers’ market, walking around the city, having lunch and dinner at her place. I was doing much better financially, but still only had received one paycheck.