Page 68 of The Mentor
“What are you doing?” I asked and opened my eyes to see why he would pull out when it felt so amazing.
“I want it to last,” he panted and turned me around before he slowly entered me again. “I don’t want to come in you yet.”
“You can’t come in me at all,” I said. “It’s unlikely that you’ll make me pregnant but just in case, I want you to come outside of me.”
He didn’t answer me.
“Promise me,” I said.
“This ismyfantasy,” he muttered low before hammering inside of me in a steady rhythm.
I only knew one person who had gotten pregnant naturally, and Christina had to have made love to Boulder many times before it happened. There was nothing to worry about!
Archer was relentless in his lovemaking, and it was both dirty, sweaty, and noisy compared to the clean and mechanical sex in my past.
It was impossible not to get lost in the desire shining from his eyes and the way he touched me like I was everything he had dreamed of. So, this was what Christina had raved about. The feeling of being connected and worshipped.
My senses were on overdrive with too many new impressions for my brain to digest: the salty taste of his skin, the arousing sounds coming from him, and the way he entwined his fingers with mine like he wanted to hold on to me forever.
I had already orgasmed once when he licked me, but new waves were starting to build and they felt different this time –like a small volcano was about to erupt at my core. Leaning my head back, I closed my eyes, and moaned: “Oh yeees!”
“That’s it, gorgeous, let it go,” he coaxed and when I finally did, my insides cramped in small convulsions that had him cursing.
“Fuuuck!”
My thighs were wrapped around him and he pressed down on top of me, my hands on his muscled shoulders and our noses touching.
Breathing heavily, Archer hammered in and out at high speed before he pressed as far inside of me as possible and stilled completely.
“Fuuuck, I’m coming,” he muttered in a strained voice, the veins on his neck popping out and his face convulsing in something that resembled pain.
I could feel him: the pulsating sensation of his penis throbbing against my inner walls and filling me with warm liquid.
With a deep exhalation, Archer rolled to my side and lay panting with a hand on his chest for a few seconds before he propped himself on an elbow and looked expectantly at me. “So, what do you think? Am I better than a robot?” As he spoke he pulled me close to him and tugged my hair behind my ear.
I smiled at him and when his eyes softened in a boyish grin I felt a flutter in my chest. No robot could ever imitate this intimacy.
This is nothing more than sex, I reminded myself and broke eye contact.
“Yes, you’re better than a robot.” I sat up, swung my legs over the edge of the bed, and reached for my clothes on the floor.
Archer snaked out his hand and pulled me back down. “Don’t go,” he whispered into my hair.
“I have to before more people realize what we’ve done.”
“Why? Let them find out. I want them to see that you chose me.”
I sighed and caressed his face. “Archer, I’m not Christina or Pearl and I told you already, I’m not interested in marrying you.”
His forehead wrinkled. “But we just made love.”
“And it was nice,” I admitted.
“Nice?” His frown deepened.
“You’re a good lover,” I said to make him feel better.
“And how would you know? You told me you have never been with another man. You have nothing to compare me with!”
