Page 47 of Archer
Her eyes swelled with something that seemed very pure, like appreciation or something. But it felt nice. Her neck tilted up and down a couple times, slowly, before she whispered back, “Thank you.” Then, we embraced in a kiss, her cradled in one of my arms and my other hand finally sliding down to her soaked folds, wet from all our making out.
Good,I thought to myself, knowing the wetter she was, the less it would hurt. Needing her more prepared, though, I moved my fingers down to her clit, rubbing it in circles as she moaned into my mouth.
“Fuck,” I growled when Rose’s soft, delicate fingers found my cock through my boxers. Pulling them down herself, she began stroking it. “I love your enthusiasm, Rose,” I said, resuming our kiss. Slowly, when Rose’s panties were soaked through, I pulled them off. Rose, again, tried to grab my dick eagerly, but I stopped her, giving a gentle laugh.
“Hang on, hang on. I want to do something for you,” I said, and she dropped my shaft, looking confused. “Just lie on your back and relax, okay?”
“All right.” She lay down and wiggled around to get comfy.
“You’ve never fingered yourself, have you?” I asked and she looked confused.
“You mean, like, play with myself? You know I have.”
“Sort of,” I said, her naïveté surrounding the topic being a strange mixture of cute and so fucking sexy. “Except like, putting your fingers… inside yourself.”
“Oh…” She turned red as she pondered for a minute. “No, I don’t think so…”
“Okay, so, this might hurt a bit. And same with sex, it might all hurt a bit for your first time. That’s normal.” Her eyes started to fill with fear, and I quickly shook my head. “Don’t worry. That’s why we’re going to start with fingering, it’s kind of like sex. It’ll kind of… prepare you, I guess.” Still looking scared, I added, “It’s supposed to feel good, too. Seriously. Just relax. But let me know if it’s too much, and I’ll stop. Promise.”
“Okay. I’m relaxed.”
Deciding she needed to get back in the moment after her brief fear of pain, I pressed my lips against hers and moved my finger back to her clit, massaging it for another minute before moving downward. Once her knees began to tremble, I knew she was in the moment again. Sliding my fingers down her labia and to her entrance, I pulled my lips away, and asked, “Ready?”
“Yeah.”
Starting with just my pointer finger, I gently pushed it inside, my jaw dropping at how tight she was. Obviously, I was expecting her to be tight, butfuck.I watched her reaction for any hint of pain. There was a brief sign of discomfort, but it quickly vanished and morphed into pleasure. Moving a little quicker, I was pleased when instead of whimpering, she quietly moaned, “Oh, Archer…”
Inserting another finger in, I continued to slowly push in and out, watching her breathe a steady breath of pleasure.
“Do you like it?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah…” she said, thrusting her hips so my fingers went deeper. Knowing she wouldn’t ever be able to cum from sex on her first time, unless there was a miracle waiting in the wings, I decided to make sure she got off before sex. Besides, it would loosen her up more. With my middle finger still inside her, I reached up to her clit with my thumb, stimulating them simultaneously. Arching her back with pleasure, she groaned, “Oh, god, Archer.”
Moving faster, her knees started vibrating and her breathing quickening, her voice loudly saying, “Oh god, oh god, oh god.”
“Are you gonna cum, baby?”
“Y-yeah. Yeah.”
“I know you are, babe.”
“Fuck, call me that.”
I laughed through my nose with my mouth shut, not wanting her to feel embarrassed about being so unabashedly sexy. “Cum for me, baby.” His muscles tightened around my fingers as her knees and hips began to spasm. “Fuck, yes, Rose. Cum, baby.”
“Archer,” she screamed as her body tensed one last time before relaxing at once. Breathing heavily, she turned to me, dizzy-eyed and said, “Fuck, that was amazing. Oh my god.”
“You sure you still need to have sex?” I asked jokingly, secretly terrified she’d say no.
“Oh, god, let’s do it. Now. Please,” she begged, and my cock throbbed. “I need you.”
“Jesus Christ, Rose,” I said, unable to use enough brain cells to think of a word to articulate how amazing she was. Instead, I pulled her hand to me so I could run my hand through her hair before kissing her.
Lying with her back on the pillow, I decided missionary would be the easiest for the first time. Quickly, I reached into my side table drawer, relieved to see a box of condoms. Grabbing one, I ripped off the foil and slid it on my erect length before crawling over the bed to her.
Leaning over her, I stroked her face in my hands and marveled at how beautiful she was. When I told her that whoever she’d give her virginity to would be the luckiest man in the world, I meant it. Staring at her round blue eyes, an honor filled me, knowing that she trusted me enough to share this with me. I truly felt like the luckiest guy on the planet.
Kissing her, I adjusted my position so that my knees were on the outside of hers. Pulling away, I asked, “Are you ready?”
