Page 88 of Comeback
If his words were meant to make me want him more, then he is successful. I take him back into my mouth and all the way back to my throat. He lets out a low growl of approval and one of his hands moves to the back of my head. He wraps my ponytail around his hand and takes over, moving me exactly how he wants me.
I glance up and we lock eyes. His are filled with the same desire I feel thrumming through me. When I think he’s about to come, he lifts me onto my feet and crashes his mouth down over mine.
My breasts are sensitive as they press into his hard chest and when his hands slide into my shorts, I’m soaked and aching.
He pushes the fabric down. He briefly stops kissing me to squat down and pull my shorts and panties to my ankles. I step out and he presses his lips to one calf. He does the same for himself, stepping out of his jeans and boxer briefs.
The anticipation, standing there with the cool air hitting my pussy, makes my stomach flutter with nerves.
Archer grabs his wallet out of his jeans and gets a condom. He looks at me, as if making sure I want this.
I nod and my lips quirk up as I say, “Dance with me?”
A wide smile lights up his face as he brings the foil packet up to his mouth and tears it open. He takes out the condom and covers himself.
“Who knew I was such a fan of dancing?” He trails kisses up the column of my neck. “Don’t forget. Squeeze twice if you ever want me to stop.”
I’m lost to the sensation of his mouth and the graze of his teeth.
“Sabrina?”
“Got it,” I say.
He turns me around facing the window. We taped them off earlier with a clear plastic sheet that blurs the night outside to paint, but it’s still a thrill as I think about how anyone could see us like this.
His mouth continues to drop kisses along my shoulder and spine. His hands move under my shirt, coming up to cup my breasts through my bra. But when I let out a moan, he moves one hand to my throat. I do it again and again, letting him feel my desire for him.
When he finally lines up his cock at my entrance, I’m dripping for him. He lifts my right leg, and I use the barre to prop it up. This is one way I never imagined using the barre.
He pushes his thick length into me slowly. The anticipation mixed with how good he feels has my pussy clenching around him and my orgasm building already.
I want this feeling to last forever, but I’m too eager for more. I push back into him until he’s completely buried inside me.
“Goddamn, baby. You’re so tight it’s hard to move.”
I turn my head so I can look at him. He takes the opportunity to swipe his mouth over mine.
“Want me back on my knees instead?” I ask with a smirk.
He growls. “Later.”
Then he picks up the rhythm, driving into me hard and steady. The hand under my shirt tweaks my nipples and the one on my throat presses just hard enough to capture all the vibrations of my moans. When I’m close, and barely able to hold myself, he takes over clutching me to him as he brings us both over the edge.
My orgasm seems to go on forever and he doesn’t stop until he’s wrung it all out of me. He kisses my shoulder as I bring my leg back down to the floor. Even with both feet on the ground, I feel like I’m made of jelly.
“Be right back.” He steps away from me and comes back a minute later with a wet paper towel.
“You braved the mice for me?” I ask as he cleans me up. There’s something incredibly intimate and sweet about it. But also, I just want him all over again.
“Anything for you.”
“Anything, huh?” I place my hands on his chest as I study his face. “Sometimes I feel like I’ve known you a lot longer than I have.”
“Speaking of…” He trails off and clears his throat. I get hit with nerves. What an intro statement to leave me hanging on. Has he been secretly stalking me for years? Did I meet him once and forget about it? No, definitely not that. I’d remember him. He aims a boyish smile at me. “Will you go on a date with me?”
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