But as I try to turn the handle, it seems she remembered because it stops me from entering. I knock and wait for her to answer, it takes a minute, but finally the door swings open and I stare down at my gorgeous girlfriend, clad in only a robe with her hair stacked on top of her head in a bun.
“That’s a greeting,” I tell her, not taking my eyes off the little legs of hers that poke out from the robe. They’re slightly tanned like the rest of her skin and muscular like she works out often. Does she work out? Why have I never asked her that?
“Do you want to come in, or…” She gives me a saucy grin and steps back so I can enter.
“Go ahead, give me all the sassy comments. I deserve it.” I set the food on the counter and turn, grasping the fabric near her hips and pulling her into me, nipping at her lips.
“I’m not going to give you sassy comments,” she teases. “Maybe a few sarcastic ones, maybe tease you a bit, Mr. Sleepy, but that’s all.”
“Oh really,” I say, backing her down the hallway. “Did you shower?”
She lifts a brow. “No. I was about to.”
“Hmm.” I take us into the bathroom, shutting the door behind us. “Let me help you with that.”
She giggles, and it fills my chest with love for this woman. Shit. I seriously need to say the words, but we’re so new I don’t want to scare her off. I’ve maybe felt them in my heart for years, but she was still catching up.
I rip my shirt over my head, happy when she devours me and sighs. I unlace my boots and quickly kick off my pants until I’m standing there naked.
“I’m pretty sure that was a record for getting naked,” she says, her eyes taking in every inch of me.
I smirk and reach in the shower, turning the water on full blast and letting the steam start to envelop us. Viv’s apartment has the best water pressure. I turn to her and lean down, taking her lips with my own and tasting her for the first time in hours. It’s been too long, no doubt.
She hums when I reach for her robe and pull the tie slowly, revealing her stomach, her breasts and her sweet, sweet—
“Archie.”
Her whispered word has my eyes snapping back to hers, the fire in them matching my own, and I pull her into me, diving my hands into her hair and holding her lips to mine. Her stomach presses against my erection, bringing the fire between us, and I move my hands to slide the robe off her body.
Carefully, I extract my lips from hers and walk back into the shower, testing the water before bringing her in with me.
She attacks me immediately, kissing me until neither one of us is breathing properly. Then, to my complete surprise and with the water spraying on my back, she drops to her knees before me and takes me in her mouth.
The immediate warmth of her has me trembling. I don’t even have it in me to protest because… well, the woman of my dreams has my cock in her mouth.
She pulls back and grips the base of me with her hand before she licks and kisses the tip and I watch in utter fascination with the whole experience.
She’s given me a blow job before and it was unlike anything I’d ever felt, ever. But this was somehow different, I’ve become more confident with her body over the last few weeks and she has as well.
Viv doesn’t hold back.
Again, she envelops me and sucks so hard I nearly see stars. I could come so easily like this, but I don’t want to have a five-second romp. I want more.
I reach for her head and she slyly glances up at me, giving me a wink before sucking harder. “Viv,” I gasp out, pulling on her hair.
She gets the gist and stands. I move for her mouth and slide my tongue against hers, tasting every single morsel of her tongue.
I reach around her and lift, she helps me by jumping and I pin her against the shower wall, her legs wrapped tightly around my hips. I grind into her center and stare down at her, she gives me a soft smile and I kiss her gently.
I never actually thought I’d get to be here in this moment. But I would do everything in my power to make this my life.
Coming home to her every single day is the main goal of my life. And financial stability, but I don’t want to think about that right now.
“Viv,” I rumble. The words I so desperately want to say are on the tip of my tongue, but before I can, she wraps her hand around me and guides me inside of her. I have to restrain myself from coming on the spot. “Fuck,” I whisper at the warmth.
“Archer,” she whispers hoarsely, and I look into her eyes, thrusting deeper and she moans loudly.
Wrapping her arms around my shoulders, she brings our chests flush together and holds on as I move in and out of her, her breaths amp up.