Page 52 of Let Me Be Your Hero
She had intended to kiss him, but the second every inch of her skin came into contact with his big, warm, firm body, her brain guttered and went out.
“Ar… Archi-ohmygod,” she moaned. “N-need a minute. Can’t think. MyGod, that feels so good!”
His strong arms stole around her, which did nothing to restore her composure as she was exposed to the exquisite sensation of even more of his skin caressing hers. “It really does, doesn’t it?” his deep voice rumbled beneath her ear.
“Why do people ever leave their beds?” Izzie asked, rubbing herself against him like a cat.
He chuckled. “And we haven’t even come to the good part yet.”
“Are you sure?” Izzie gasped. “I can’t imagine it getting better than this.”
“Let me show you.”
Then he was kissing her, and the combination of Archibald’s hungry mouth on hers and his gorgeous body laid out beneath her made her feel drunk with pleasure. His hands were everywhere, which was exactly where she wanted them. Her hands seemed to explore his body of their own accord, enjoying the hard ridges of his stomach, the little dimple behind his hipbone, and the gasping breath he took as she traced the shape of his flat, brown nipples.
Abruptly, he sat her up, spreading her legs so she straddled him. He aligned her damp core with his man-part, which was pointing all the way up, flat against his stomach. He bent his head and caught one of her nipples in his mouth, giving her a deep pull. Her whole body hitched as she cried out, which had the effect of rubbing that magical spot he had pleasured with his tongue the previous day against the thickness of his cock.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, flexing his hips to slide back and forth against her. “Use me to take your pleasure.”
She couldn’t seem to stop herself from doing just that. Everything Archibald was doing to her feltso good, and after yesterday, she knew enough to realize that she was building toward another one of those glorious explosions.
After a few minutes of pleasuring her breasts, Archibald suddenly grabbed her, flipping her over and reversing their positions. He started kissing his way down her stomach, and Izzie spread her legs, hoping he might kiss her again on that place that was now pulsing like a heartbeat.
He didn’t disappoint her. “So beautiful,” he groaned, kissing the inside of her thigh. “God, how I’ve longed to kiss you here.”
“Please, Archibald. Please!”
He buried his face between her legs with a moan. This time, Izzie was even more aroused than she had been in the drawing room, and the pleasure came upon her immediately.
“Please don’t stop!” she cried. “You’re going to make me come!”
Archibald didn’t stop. But just when Izzie thought she was going to tumble over the peak, he slid one of his fingers into her passage. It went in up to his middle knuckle, but then met resistance.
Izzie froze, distracted from her pleasurable daze. It didn’t feel bad so much astight. Which was unsurprising. Archibald’s fingers were as beefy as the rest of him.
“Shh,” he said, pressing a kiss against her thigh as he gently slid his finger in and out. “You just need a moment to get used to me. It’ll be all right.”
He resumed stroking her with his tongue, and she willed herself to relax. Indeed, with each passing minute, the feeling of being stretched grew less and less, until he was able to slide his finger all the way in without any discomfort at all.
She was again making progress in that indelible climb toward her peak when he added a second finger, and she came screeching to a halt.
He groaned, pressing his forehead against her stomach. “I know it’s hard, but try to relax,” he said, kissing a trail down the place where her leg met her torso. “You’re doing marvelously. And after today, it will never hurt again.”
He settled once more between her thighs, his mouth finding that little nub between her legs where it felt so good to be fondled. He began stroking it in earnest with the flat of histongue, and the pleasure was so staggering that she almost forgot the uncomfortable sensation of being stretched.
He soon added a third finger, which put her right back to where she’d started. But she couldn’t deny that she was making progress. When her thighs began to twitch, and she felt sick with the need to climax, she tugged at Archibald’s shoulders.
Archibald glanced up at her, studying her reaction. He repositioned his mouth over that bud between her legs and started to suck.
Izzie started to babble aloud. “Oh, Archibald! That feels so good! I’m… I’m going to… Oh. Oh, myGod. Archi… Archiba…Oh, my God!”
There were no more words after that, just cries of pleasure as she exploded like one of the cannons her husband was so good at making. Her back arched off the bed, and her legs shook uncontrollably on either side of his head. Archibald stayed with her the whole while, drawing out her pleasure and then gentling his strokes just as the sensation became too much.
He slid up the bed and pulled her into his arms. She was sweating and panting, but he didn’t seem to mind.
She framed his beautiful face, pressing kisses everywhere. “You’rewonderful. The best husband in the world.”
He laughed bleakly. “I hope you still feel that way ten minutes from now.”
