Page 73 of Let Me Be Your Hero
He did want to, and his fingers were already fumbling with the ribbons. “I’m going to hell,” he muttered, tossing her stays on the floor.
She giggled. “No, you’re not. We’re married, for goodness’ sake.” She reached down to push his trousers out of the way, and—God help him—he lifted his hips to assist her.
Pulling her chemise up and out of the way, she carefully aligned herself so she could grind the little pearl between her legs against his cock. Her eyes went hazy with pleasure, a sight Archibald would never tire of seeing, not if they were married for ten thousand years.
“That’s it, Izzie,” he said. “Make yourself feel good.” He began kissing his way up her neck. God, she looked beautiful in her snow-white shift. The teasing glimpses he got of her rosy nipples through the thin fabric were as tantalizing as seeing her naked.
“It does feel good,” she gasped. A teasing gleam came into her eyes. “But what about you?”
“Don’t worry about me.” He wanted to make sure she found her pleasure. His could wait for afterward.
“Are you sure?” She reached down and massaged the head of his cock, wet with a clear liquid drop that had seeped out, and his vision scrambled. She laughed, delighted. “It seems to me that you could use some attention, too.”
“I’m fi… fin…” The words died on his lips as Izzie rose up on her knees, brought him to her entrance, and slowly slid down over him. She was tight and wet and slick, and she felt likeheaven. “Oh, my…Fuck, Izzie,” he gasped. “That feelsso good.”
“Does it?” she asked breathlessly, sliding up and down his length.
“So g-good,” was all he could manage to say, as his brain had turned to mush.
She proceeded to ride him. He tried to hold out, because the pleasure was exquisite, and he wanted this moment with her to last forever.
But the desperation soon overcame him. “Izzie,” he gasped, “can I… do you mind if I—”
“Of course,” she said without even knowing what he was asking.
Babbling incoherently, he stood, lifting her in his arms, and reversed their position so she was seated on the desk and he was standing between the vee of her legs, his cock still thick inside of her. He started thrusting in her, fast and hard. “I want… I n-n-need…”
“Yes, Archibald,” she said, caressing his shoulders. “Yes.”
He pounded into her, his climax building. He was worried he might be handling her too roughly, but she murmured nothing but encouraging words in his ear, and when she dug her nails into his buttocks, he exploded inside her with a cry.
It took a few minutes for the room to stop spinning. Archibald found he had slumped against the desk. He pushed himself up. “Sorry. I must be crushing you.”
“I like being crushed by you,” Izzie countered.
He leaned forward, kissing her deeply. “Your turn,” he whispered, voice pitched low.
He proceeded to kiss his way down her partially clothed body, pausing to suckle her nipples through the thin fabric of her shift. By the time he knelt before her at the foot of the desk, her cheeks were glowing, and she was squirming with anticipation.
Pushing her shift out of the way, he pulled her up to the edge of the desk and eased her legs open. He pressed a trail of kisses up the inside of her thigh, but just when he almost reached her core, he pulled back to give her other leg the same treatment. Mewling with displeasure, Izzie wove her fingers into his hair and directed him to the spot she wanted to be kissed. Archibald’s lips curved into a smile as he complied.
As Izzie had suspected after their wedding night, she didn’t seem to reach her climax through penetration alone. Archibald didn’t care. He genuinely liked doing this for her, kissing her in the little spot that gave her the most pleasure. They had also found some positions where it was easy for him to reach down and rub her while they were making love. Those were also nice.He loved feeling her come apart when he was inside of her and having her tremble in his arms.
He was starting to figure out what pleased her the most, so he started off lightly, teasing her with the tip of his tongue. She was already fairly far along and soon began making blissful sounds. Flattening his tongue, he massaged her on that special spot, then glanced up to see her reaction.
Her gorgeous blue eyes were incoherent with the pleasure he was giving her. As he caressed her, her back arched and she began to babble, “Please, Archibald! Please, don’t stop! Ineedto come!”
He redoubled his efforts. He knew he was on the right track when he felt her thighs tense beneath his fingers. Surely enough, the next instant, her legs began quaking around his head. He slid his hands around her hips, holding her in place so he could draw her pleasure out as much as possible. When her thighs clamped around his ears, he knew it was time to gentle his tongue.
As always, Izzie was boneless afterward. Archibald scooped her off his desk and took her place, depositing her in his lap. He kissed her temple. She lay her head upon his shoulder, still breathing hard, eyes closed and a look of contentment on her face.
After a moment, she opened her eyes and smiled at him. “See? Now I’m not sorry I came.”
He laughed. “At least something good came out of your excursion.” Something occurred to him. “Say, what were you doing up this way?”
She stretched her neck. “What do you mean, what was I doing up this way?”
“I can’t think of any places you’d want to visit up here. It’s all industrial. There’s not much in the way of popular attractions.”
