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I lean into him. Desperate. I am desperate. I can barely keep my eyes open or the lust at bay. I don't stop touching him, rubbing myself on him. He feels so good. Too good.

"Peach?" he whispers. Like he knows if he speaks any louder our spell might be broken.

"Yes?" I whisper back, kissing his collarbone.

"Peach, are you sure you want this?"

"Archer, please stop talking. Please just…give me this."

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FUCK MY LIFE

Summer

It takes a few seconds for him to relax and allow me to touch him. His lips meet mine and the kiss has more intention this time on his end. I miss him. He flips me and gets on top. Neither of us talk. It's like we know, if we do then this is over, and we don’t want it to stop. The daylight will worry about itself.

I grab his shirt and help him take it off. He takes off my top. He drops back with a kiss, giving me all his attention. Like he always has. Like I am the only one alive in the whole universe. The moment is tender but passionate as he moves to my neck.

His hands travel down, grabbing my thighs, bringing them up.

I hook my legs around his butt, and his fingers find me soaking wet. Everything he is doing is perfect and I am with him. Coating his fingers with my juices, he starts rubbing my clit in the circle motion that drives me crazy. I exhale as pleasure clogs my senses. He sucks and kisses my neck, my pleasure escalating as he strums my body with his trained fingers, focusing on my clit.

"That's it, come for me, Peaches." I close my eyes briefly as my body bows to his instruction.

My body stills and my eyes get cross eyed. My legs pulling him tighter trying to get him closer and closer.

"Fuck me, please," I whisper desperately coming down. I don't want to land. I want all of him, and I want him now.

"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice is so tender.

"I need you, please," I beg grabbing his cock.

He is impossibly hard and that on its own makes me high with anticipation and need. I move my hips to meet him, feeling his own pre-cum dripping.

I direct him to my entrance, and he slides in. He’s met with some resistance, but I’m soaking, and he pushes the rest of the way. Shuddering, I close my eyes, as he growls in my ear bringing a smile to my face.

Yes. Fuck yes.

He reaches for my hands, linking us together as he pulls out and thrusts again, hard. This is everything I need. Everything I have been needing for months. Everything I have denied my body for so long.

His lips meet mine as he hits me with unhurried, deep, hard strokes. I moan in his mouth, wanting to shout my pleasure for the whole world to hear. I want to tell everyone.

Dick has always driven me a little crazy. It makes me lose my mind, makes me forget everything. It really is my drug of choice.

Arch moans.

Everything is just perfect. Our lips part and I go for his neck. I bite him where he likes, and he groans in my ear, his body trembling.

"Yes," he whispers.

"You like that?" I do it again then suck his skin.

At this point, any physical evidence that may be left is not in my mind. Like I said, tomorrow will worry about itself.

"I love it. Don't stop," he moans.

"You’re so deep." I clench around him when I hear the need in my own voice, and it urges me on.

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