Page 63 of Sunrise Arrows

“Incredible.”

He kisses the small of my back and then I feel him right there at my pussy, the head of his cock nudging into me, and even though I just came, my hips are already pushing back to meet him, my body eager to be filled.

Once he’s in place, he slowly eases into me, groaning long and deep when his hips connect with my ass. His fingers sink into the flare of my hips, holding me to him, keeping me steady so he can savor the feel of my body hugging his.

When he starts to move, it’s slow and drawn out. Each thrust is methodical and precise in dragging along every spot inside me that sends shivers down my spine. Archer’s quick to pick up his pace though, those slow movements turning deep and hard, each one coming with more frequency until he’s fully using me to chase his pleasure.

Moans and quiet swears fall from his lips, and the shape of my name is repeated with reverent devotion. Mixed in between are intoxicating whimpers that make me feel powerful with how easily he’s brought to his knees by my pussy clenching around his cock like a vice. Even restrained and used for his pleasure as I am, it’s still me and the feel of my body under him that has him lost to sensation. It’s me who upends the careful order of his world and his mind, making him a slave to his primal needs and urges like the rest of us.

“Shit, baby, I’m sorry,” he groans, rapidly thrusting into me as hot ropes of cum spurt into my pussy. Bent over me, he kisses my shoulder blade, riding my body through his orgasm and breathlessly repeating, “Sorry; you felt too fuckin’ good to stop myself.”

I rock back and forth on him, drawing his release out even further, preening as I say, “I like making you lose control.”

“I know, Shortcake, but it’s a problem when you do it before I can make you come on my dick. Luckily, this is an easy fix.”

Archer slowly pulls out of me, wiping his fingers up my thigh where his cum is beginning to drip free. He taps the outside of my knee and orders, “Open up.”

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure you finish,” he answers easily, going to the floor on his back and scooting up so his head is between my thighs.

“But you just?—”

“And?” When he’s laying where he wants, he grips my hip in one hand and pushes the finger he used to clean me from his other into my mouth, telling me, “Sit on my face, Shortcake.”

I stare into his emerald eyes while licking him clean. When I can't taste any more of his cum, I ask, “Are you sure?”

“Positive,” he answers, putting his other hand on me and yanking me down to his mouth.

The first lap of his tongue obliterates any other question from my mind as I sink the rest of the way onto him. Inhibitions gone, I bounce and rock over his mouth as he licks and sucks at my pussy, my head hanging down so I can swim in the devotion shining from his eyes.

His hands reach from my hips to my ass, urging me on. In minutes, my knees are snapping closed around his head as my thighs clench at his cheeks, my release crashing through me like a wrecking ball.

After I relax and let him go from under me, Archer unties my hands and brings me to the plane’s bed, massaging my wrists and kissing the pinkish-red marks that’ll fade long before we land. Curled against him, I look up and brush my fingers through his hair.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

I hum, smoothing the tips of my fingers down along his temple and over his cheek. “For being so open about things like wanting your hand around my throat?—”

“I love doing that.I love touching your neck and feeling your pulse, getting to have you so close and exposed to me. So it’s not exactly a hardship.”

“And tying me up with the lap belt. Eating me out while your cum was still inside me,” I nearly whisper as if he’s not aware of what he just did.

Archer rolls so he’s on his back, propped up by the pillows, and then maneuvers me to lay on top of him. With his arms folded at my lower back, he says, “Tinsley, you’re the only woman I’ve been with—the only one I’lleverbe with. It’s as true for me now as it was then: I want to try and do just about everything we can find, read, and imagine. Keep being open with me and telling me what you want, baby; my body’s your playground.” Grabbing the end of the comforter and folding it over us he says, “Now sleep; there’s several hours between here and California, and I plan to spend as many of them as I can between your thighs so I’m not thinking about all the ways this plane could fall out of the sky.”

I chuckle but slither down so my head is pillowed on the hard planes of his stomach, promising, “You’ll get used to it.”

“I doubt it. But, if this is how you plan to distract me, I’m okay with that.”

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I stepout of the bathroom and find Archer securely buckled in the club chair readingThe Princess Bride.He’s completely absorbed in the story, and yet the second I enter the space, his eyes come up and he drops a bookmark into the pages, closing the book and setting it aside.

“I didn’t get a chance to say this that night but you look stunning.”

With his eyes slowly taking me in and his words filling my ears, I feel shy and play with the skirt of my dress—the white one with strawberries that I wore to Dark Horse the night he brought Briar and I home—looking down and tucking my hair behind my ear.

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