Page 61 of The Backdraft
“Yes, ma’am.” Archer dropped his mouth to the base of my neck, kissing and biting at the sensitive skin there as he slowlyslid inside, my body attempting to accommodate the length of him.
I gasped as he buried himself to the hilt, my fingers coming up to grip his biceps. The fullness was intoxicating, and I needed him to move.
“Please.”
A warning shouldn’t have been necessary considering I’d asked for it, but his sudden retreat and subsequent thrust back into my pussy had my screams echoing through the bedroom. The pace he set was fast, my mind going blissfully numb with every stroke to anything but the feel of his dick gliding in and out of me. His mouth captured one of my nipples, tugging and licking at the tight peak, sending waves of pleasure to my core.
“Archer!” I moaned, digging my nails into his arms and trying to ground myself despite feeling like I was seconds away from flying apart. He drove into me relentlessly, my body humming as I got closer and closer to the edge of release.
“Tell me what you need,” he said through gritted teeth, his self-restraint visibly wavering.
“I need you to stop holding back,” I whimpered, dragging his face down to mine and capturing his lower lip between my teeth.
“Fuck, Darcy,” he growled, then quickened the pace, pounding into me, hard. My moans turned to pleasured sobs, and I mindlessly clawed at his back. I couldn’t take it. It was too much and exactly enough all at once, and the orgasm that had been dancing out of reach crashed into me at full force.
“Archer!” I screamed, my pussy clamping down around him.
His thrusts grew uneven and jerky seconds before he found his own release, groaning my name into my neck.
For a long while, neither of us moved as we fought to catch our breath, then he propped himself up on his elbows. His hands tunneled into my hair, cradling my head, and when his lips found mine again, it was a kiss unlike all our others. It was softand slow, a delicate dance that held more tender reverence than lust. It was a kiss that made me feel like I finally understood the kisses in movies.
Lifting his head, he murmured against my lips, “Darcy?”
“Mhm?” I kept my eyes closed, though I could feel his gaze on me.
“I think you’re going to ruin me.”
At this, I looked up at him, concerned. No way he was already regretting what had happened. Not when there wasn’t a single piece of me that had any doubts.
He dropped a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “How am I supposed to fight fires when I don’t ever want to leave this bed? To leave you?”
“I think that’s the post-sex brain talking. You like fire too much to lounge around in bed all day.” I giggled.
Wordlessly, he rolled off me, and I almost objected except he instantly pulled me against him so that my back was to his chest. He wrapped his arm around me, splaying his fingers out over my bump, and I tried to focus on how much surface area his hand covered instead of how right the action itself felt. But our baby chose that instant to kick, and Archer’s head snapped off the pillow to stare at his hand.
“Was that—? Did it—?” he stammered, his eyes wide as they bounced between my stomach and my face.
“Yeah, it was a kick. Or a punch. I really don’t know.” I wanted to laugh, or joke, anything to lighten the intensity of the moment, but all I could do was stare up at Archer as he stared down at my bump.
“Can you make her do it again?” His tone was filled with an unrestrained awe that had my heart aching.
“Her?” I asked.
Archer peered at me sheepishly, as if he’d realized how vulnerable he let himself get. He shrugged. “It’s just my prediction. And it’s way better than calling her an ‘it.’”
I chuckled. “I can’t make him do it again, but if you leave your hand there long enough you might get another one.”
“Him?” He let his head fall back onto his pillow.
“If you’re going girl, then I’m going boy,” I replied, shrugging.
Archer’s laugh was a deep rumble. “Fair enough. Get some rest.”
I let myself grin like an idiot, knowing he couldn’t see it. “Why? Am I going to need it?”
He pressed his hips firmly against my ass. “Yes. Now, sleep.”
Sleep, however, was the last thing I felt capable of doing. A thousand thoughts were racing through my mind, and I felt more awake than I had all evening. If the sex had blown my mind, then the fact that Archer was touching my pregnant belly, waiting to feel his child kick had turned my brain into an oozy, hormone-driven puddle.
