Page 46 of Archer
Instead, she moved her forehead away from me and looked me in the eyes with a cocktail of emotions: nervousness, excitement, but the strongest of all was a glowing determination.
“No.”
My eyes shot open wide and a lopsided smile grew, but I still asked, in fear of being wrong, “No?”
“I want to do this,” she said and wrapped her legs around me tighter, stroking my cheek. “With you.”
“Like… have…?”
She nodded, her smile growing wide with mine as I once again moved my forehead to hers to see her eyes shine with excited arousal. “Sex. I want to lose my virginity to you, Archer.”
My heart swelled and I was surprised by how warm and honored I felt. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” she said. “Very, very sure.”
As soon as she said it, I grabbed her face in my hands and brushed my lips against her, softly, though it had more passion and emotion than before. Pulling away with our nose touching together, both of us beamed at each other, and I felt this flickering in my stomach I’d never felt, like I was about to have my first time as well, even though it was far from it.
Pecking her on the lips once more, I scooped her into my arms, so her legs dangled over my arms and hers were looped around my neck.
In such an adorable way that couldn’t not make me laugh, even in our sensual circumstances, she said, “Oh my gosh, you’re carrying me in your arms.” She popped her left toes up and chirped, “I feel like a princess.”
I laughed and shook my head. “You’re so cute, Rose, it’s too much.”
“Shut up, Archer,” she said, and I laughed again before lowering my lips to hers, shutting us both up until we reached my bed. Gently, I lowered her onto the pillows of my bed. She had such a peaceful smile that made me feel as though she was truly confident in her decision. I moved to the other side of her and lay on my side as she turned to face me. We lay there, just looking at each other as her fingers linked around mine, and my thumb rubbed hers.
I couldn’t remember the last time I lay with a woman in any intimate manner before sex. Usually, as soon as we hit the bed, our clothes were ripped off and I was moving her into position. But with Rose, although part of it was for her, I wanted to take it slow with her, not wanting to push her too fast for her first time.
But also, because I wanted to savor the moment. It was foreign to me, about to sleep with someone you cared about. I didn’t know that the moments before were just as special as during.
“I like you, Archer,” she said, and my heart leapt as I breathed through my nose, like I gasped with my mouth shut. Even though what she was saying made me so happy, and I knew it made her happy, too, there was a certain melancholy in her voice, maybe a bit of fear, too.
I knew exactly the feeling, though, because I felt it too. Sliding my hand over my red silk sheets and to her hair, I weaved my fingers through it.
“Rose. It scares me.” I paused. “It scares me how much I like you.”
She gave me the perfect reaction. Simply pulling that sweet smile of hers on her lips, nodding, then leaning in to continue the kiss. It felt so nice, kissing her in my bed. It made me want to tell her that she could sleep with me if she wanted, after tonight. Something very special was breached, and I wanted her to be in my bed every night.
Her hands slid underneath my shirt and she deepened the kiss, giving me permission to build on the intensity. I pulled her leg over mine to increase our closeness and squeezed her ass. Her chest was rising quicker and she hooked her leg tighter around mine, yanking my shirt toward her, desperate to feel all of me.
I moved my hand from her firm ass and up to the clasp of her bra strap. Understanding what I was trying to do, she sat up straight and nodded. I found it interesting that she had me take the bra off for her rather than simply removing it herself.
Sitting up with her, I decided to make the experience as sensual as possible. Starting at the waistband of her jeans, I teased my fingers all the way across each hip bone, all without breaking our eye contact. Her face was quite stoic, as if trying to hide how aroused she really was, but her chest moved quicker as I slid my fingers past her navel until they finally reached her breasts. Cupping them in my hands, still not breaking our gaze, I began to grope them, kneading them with my thumb. I couldn’t help but smirk when she was the first to break the stare by her eyes fluttering shut and a raspy moan escaped her throat.
With one hand holding a bra cup, I reached around her with the other, and in one single flick of my fingers, it unclasps, falling where I wasn’t holding it up. Her eyes opened again, but this time with a more desperate desire written on her face as I slowly peeled the bra from her, exposing her perfect perky tits. It was so hot, rubbing her little pink nipples between my hands, watching her bite her lip and squeeze her thighs together. Before I knew it, she had reached the bottom of my shirt and risen to her knees to pull it over my head for me, so our bare chests were pressed against each other.
Quickly, our lips were locked together again, and our bodies grew tangled in a half-naked knot. Then we were lying back down, straddling each other on our sides, her nails digging into my back, which only made me harder. Knowing someone who had never had sex could still be so damn horny. Especially because it wasmewho had reached this point, to earn this moment. Taking it to the next level, I inserted my pointer finger into the waistband of her jeans, as far as it could without unbuttoning them. Dragging my finger horizontally over the silky fabric of her panties, I gauged her reaction.
Squirming and thrusting her hips toward me, while pulling away from my mouth to clamp hers, trying to hide a loud moan. A smirk grew on my face, watching her in so much arousal already. “How do you like this?”
“Yeah.”
Smiling at the wrong response, I asked, “Do you want me to keep going?”
“Yes,” she breathed out and in an uncharacteristically submissive manner for Rose, in the most erotic voice, said, “Do whatever you want to me. Please. Archer.”
“Whatever you say, Rose.” I smirked and pulled off my jeans; my dick was now rock solid and way too uncomfortable for pants. Moving back to our position, I unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down to her ankles, then threw them on the floor. I was planning on removing her panties as well, but she looked so sexy and angelic in the white cotton hipsters I decided to wait.
Shifting so she was back on her pillow, I decided I knew how to proceed to make this as gentle and enjoyable for her, as it was her first time. Rose deserved having it special, not just an awkward rush for the guy to finish like it likely was for the majority of girls. It needed to be as close to her rose-tinted romantic fantasies as I could make it. I teased the band of her panties and leaned my mouth to hers. Before closing my lips on hers, I whispered, “This is about you, Rose. Just… relax and let me know if anything is too much, okay?”
