Page 44 of Sunrise Arrows

I feel whole for the first time in ten years.

I have my Tinsley back, and I’m not letting her get away this time.

“I love you, Shortcake,” I murmur, offering a moment of sweetness before I’m consumed with the need to own and possess every inch of her body.

“I love you too, Superman,” she returns, head falling to the side to look up at me and not my reflection.

I drop a kiss on her nose and one on her mouth then command, “Put your hands on the glass. Your pussy’s been neglected for too long,” lightly squeezing the plump flesh between her thighs and dipping my middle finger in to tickle her clit before letting her go.

CHAPTER14

Tinsley

For ten years,my body’s known no one but my own hand and the memory of Archer.

From my first kiss to my first time, every step of my sexual awakening belonged to him. In turn, I got to be the keeper of his firsts as well. And while back then we waited all summer to go all the way, we learned, savored, and indulged in everything else with each other. In the back of his truck, at the lake, in the room we shared at his family’s house, our hands never stopped exploring. Neither did our mouths nor our tongues.

And where I fumbled in my haste to recall how he liked to be touched, licked, and sucked, that beautiful mind of his proves its magnificence as my knees buckle under the first swipe of his tongue.

My brow pinches and my breath escapes me with a hiss, my thighs attempting to snap closed. Green eyes look up at me and Archer shakes his head—his nose tickling the hood of my clit as he does so, making my back simultaneously hunch and curl. The fingers he’s using to hold my thigh on his shoulder press into my muscle like a vice keeping me open for him.

“Mine,” he growls, the possessive edict a muffled vibration that has me panting.

His next lick and the following push of his tongue inside me may just be my undoing.

Too fast, too soon, I feel heat pooling low in my belly and my pussy aching with contractions, my clit swelling even more as it begs for him.

Now I get what he meant when I had my mouth on him. The pleasure of feeling his touch for the first time after so long is so intense, I think I may just collapse if not for his starving grip on my body.

He pulls back and I whimper, trying to chase his mouth with my hips. I don’t want it to end so quickly, but I’m already teetering at the edge and I don’t want to be ripped back from the fall either.

“What was it you said? ‘This is only to take the edge off? I’m nowhere near done with you?’ Well back at ya, baby.”

I can’t look anywhere but where Archer sits between my legs looking up at me as he sucks his fingers into his mouth before gliding them over my wet cunt.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he coos. “So wet and needy.” He groans when he starts to work a finger inside me. “So goddamn tight and all mine. Isn’t that right, Tinsley? You’ve kept this perfect, little pink pussy locked up just for me, haven’t you? Just like I’ve been keeping myself for you.”

Greedy possession swells up inside me at the reminder that he’s been saving himself for me too. After all this time, he’s still as much mine as I’ve remained his.

A second finger joins his first, and the pressing curl of his fingers along the front wall has me seeing stars. The brightness only intensifies when he sucks on my clit. And the two of them combined send me right over.

My hand slips on the window that’s fogged with my short, heavy breathing, and I fold over Archer as I come, my nails sinking into his back as I claw for purchase through the clouded rush of release.

When my vision clears and I float back down to reality, he’s methodically lapping at my cum from between my thighs, quietly crooning, “Such a sweet mess you made for me, baby. Let’s see how many more times I can make your pussy weep for me tonight.”

“Oh fuck.”

“I plan to… eventually.”

He slowly lowers my leg and kisses my bare mound before standing. As he rises, he scoops his arms around the backs of my thighs and lifts me. I’m quick to cling to him, giggling as the world turns and we fall onto his meticulously made bed.

“It’s not fair,” I say, laughing between breathy sighs as he navigates my body with kisses that vary from featherlight and ticklish to breath stealing levels of arousing.

He runs his tongue along my tattoo and up to my nipple, sucking on the hard point before looking at me.

I start to take his glasses off for him, but Archer snatches my wrists in one hand and stretches them up the bed, lifting and scooting my body up as well so my fingers can grip the iron rail above the leather upholstery of his headboard.

“They stay or I stop to pop my contacts in. It’s been ten years, Tinsley. I want to see every hue of your flush, every rivulet of sweat as it rolls down your body, the alluring glow of your eyes going from whiskey to honey when you come. Every single beautiful detail, I want ingrained in my memory in perfect clarity.”

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