Page 45 of Sunrise Arrows

Adjusting my hands so they grip the rail but I have a soft bend in my arms and am partially propped on his pillows, Archer orders, “Now keep your hands on the headboard or I’ll be forced to tie you to it.”

“I think I’d like that,” I whisper, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip as I try not to smile.

“Noted.”

His fingers trail down my throat and spread to collar me. A soft pressure is applied to my pulse, making me suck in a breath as my shoulders arch off the pillows. He does it one more time, studying how I react, and softly comments, “I like this,” before resuming his earlier exploration of my body with his mouth.

After his third pass over my body—each one ending with me exploding on his tongue and fingers—I’m desperately squirming beneath him, mindlessly begging for him to slip his jeans off and slide his cock between my thighs.

Sitting back on his heels, Archer takes hold of my ankles and moves my legs to bend. Then he scoots my heels up by my ass and says, “Let’s check your pussy,” as if he has all night and hasn’t become mouthwateringly hard, his dick proudly framed by his undone jeans.

He continues to ignore himself, though, and starts to run his fingers up my swollen lips and praises, “Exquisite.”

I can’t help how I preen at the single word, my cheeks further blushing when he calls me pretty for doing so.

Open as I am, my hands still obediently grasping the headboard, I beg, “Please,” unashamed by how needy I sound.

“Soon, baby,” he promises, finally touching himself.

My eyes are riveted to the slow, easy way he strokes himself, my mouth watering as another bead of pre-cum pearls at the tip and slides down his already glistening shaft.

He shakes his head at my lustful haze and says, “Not again. Eating your sweet pussy and cleaning up your cum so many times has me too on the edge. When I come, it’s gonna be with your slick cunt wrapped around me, sucking my soul out through my dick.” His words give him pause, his head tilting to the side, eyes glancing up at me even while his fingers continue to pet and tease me and work himself. “Unless… we didn’t talk about that; I’m sorry.”

“About what?”

“Last time you said you were on the pill and we didn’t use a condom. I kind of just assumed?—”

“You can,” I answer quickly. “I want you too—just you, nothing between us. I’m on the shot and just had it renewed earlier this month so we’re good on that… if you want to.”

“I do.”

I smile at him and nod, “Okay.”

“Okay.”

He slips his fingers back into my pussy, lazily fucking me, and asks, “You ready for me?”

“God, yes,” I practically cry.

Archer bends down and kisses me before pulling his fingers free and pushing them into my mouth. I immediately close my lips and taste myself from his skin, swirling my tongue up and down his digits. He pulls them free with a pop, getting off the bed and saying, “I’ll feed you again after filling you,” and I think I expire right there because the next thing I know, his jeans are on the floor and he’s back to studying how I'm spread on his bed.

He nods his head several times before kneeling on the mattress. In swift action, he grabs my hips and flips me over onto my stomach. Hand between my shoulder blades, he pushes me down so I’m bowed before the headboard, my ass as high up as it can go with me still on my knees.

A gentle slap cracks on my muscle and he says, “Perfect,” the sting of his palm more sweet than sharp.

His knees nudge mine open and I’m practically vibrating with the anticipation of being so close to feeling him stretch, fill, and complete me again.

At my opening, Archer notches the head of his cock, a hand coming to my hip to steady the subtle tremors that consume us both as he slowly sinks in. The stretch of him molding me into his perfect fit burns and pinches, our only time having been that single night. But the feeling of being so full, so complete, is utter ecstasy, and before he’s even fully sheathed within me, my back is arching and curling in pleasure as I moan into my arm, pushing my hips back to meet his pelvis.

“Shiiiit…” he draws out with a soft, panted chuckle. Kisses litter up my spine as he curls over me, lips at my pulse before he buries his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot and heart racing erratically against my skin. “God, I’ve missed you, Tinsley. This—you, me, us—this is my fuckin’ home, baby. Don’t ever take it from me again.”

“I won’t,” I vow. “I’m through with running unless it’s to you.”

“Good. I don’t think I could survive losing you a second time.”

“Me either.”

He leaves behind another kiss before unraveling himself from around me. Hands at my hips, he starts an agonizingly slow rhythm of retreating and filling me. Before long, however, he groans, “Fuck baby, you should see how well you take me,” picking up his pace until the headboard begins to clap in time with his pelvis and my ass colliding. “Shit.”

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