Page 111 of Three Reckless Words

I moan around him, losing control of my mouth, my tongue. But I think he likes it because I hear him groan again.

“Archer!”

And I start overflowing.

My vision goes white and the harshest orgasm of my life plows through me.

Coming!

He pulls out of my mouth just before I’m done, holding me in his arms as his fingers work every last bit of pleasure from me. I let my head tip back to look at him, and he wipes spit from my jaw.

“This won’t last long, but it’d be a sin not to use your pussy,” he tells me. His voice is all growl, but his hands are so gentle.

“I… I don’t mind.”

I truly don’t.

It’s not about how long it lasts, but how good it feels while it does. And from what I’ve seen so far, I think it’ll be pretty amazing.

He crosses to the other side of the room while I peel off my panties and wait for him on the bed, splayed out for his delight.

Eyes fixed on me, he unwraps a condom and slides it on.

I’m breathless with awe.

“Treat me like your fantasy girl tonight. It must get lonely without a woman,” I say as he crawls over, pressing me into the mattress without a word. His cock teases my entrance, his big head dragging over my clit. “Rough, hard, whatever you like…”

“Youaremy fantasy, Winnie. Every honey-sweet inch of you.” He edges himself against my clit again,almostinside me.

I swear, that ‘almost’ is going to be the death of me.

I arch my back, chasing the tantalizing pressure of his cock.

His next kiss is hard and punishing. I love that he doesn’t feel like he needs to hold back.

Not with me, maybe not with anyone. I don’t know much about his sex life, but I also don’t care.

This isn’t about our past.

This is our present.

Our moment.

Tonight was made for us.

When he still doesn’t slide inside me, though, I wrap my legs around him and give him what he needs.

“Please,” I whisper.

“Louder,” he whispers. “Beg louder because I can’t fucking hear you.”

I shiver.

I guess this is payback for wanting to hear what he wants. He needs to be in charge and I like it.

Even though this is new for us, I love the give and take, the frantic chase of flesh and words and explosive passions.

That’s what good sex should be—give and take.

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