Page 135 of The Sounds of Her

“Of course,” she says without hesitation. “I love you.”

I will never tire of hearing her say that.

Epilogue Two

“Strip and get on the bed. Face down,” he says.

My heart leaps at the demand in his tone. Part of me wants to tell him he doesn’t get to boss me around, but another is thrilled at him dominating me.

Archer goes into the bathroom and closes the door over. I stand still, watching the door.

“You better be where I told you to be when I come back out, Brooke.”

I bite my lip and start removing my dress and thong, folding them and putting them over the chair by the window. Once I’m naked, I sweep my hair over one shoulder, then crawl onto the bed. Dropping onto my stomach, I turn my head so I’m facing the window and rest my cheek on my forearm.

The door opens and I jump, starting to lift my head.

“Stay like that,” Archer says, so I lower my head back down.

Then I wait. Goosebumps run all over my flesh and my heart is pounding. Archer hasn’t made a sound or moved any closer to me. Something hits the bed and I glance over to see the bottle of lube, as his weight depresses the bottom of the bed. I hold my breath.

“Relax, Brooke. Let me love you.”

I hear a bottle top popping but it’s not the lube. Archer touches my calves, his hands are warm and slippery. He massages my leg, moving his hands in slow maddening circles all the way up the back of my knee, over my thigh. When I think he is about to dip between my legs, he sweeps his hands back down.

I give a little grunt and he laughs as he moves on to the other leg, giving it the same treatment. There are no complaints here. I enjoy how his hands move over my legs, across my ass and up my back and shoulders, giving me a full body massage.

I’m about to drift off when his hand sweeps down my ass, gently pushing my thighs open. I wake the fuck right back up when his fingers run up and down my seam. His other hand plants on the bed by my hip, and the warmth of his body envelops me.

I’m so desperate for him to touch me, to stop teasing me, that my hips move, seeking his touch.

“Getting impatient?” he asks.

“Yes.” I don’t see the point in lying.

His fingers reach under and gently nudge my clit, before he sinks two deep into me, making me cry out and clench around them. He dips down and kisses my spine, his lips moving up in a slow path as he kisses, licks, and nips at my skin.

“I’m going to worship this body, Brooke. And you’re going to lie there and take it.”

An unintelligible sound comes out of me as I rise and lower my hips, riding his fingers. He plays with me until I’m on the verge of climaxing, then his hand moves away. I cry out in frustration, but before I can say anything, his hands grip my hips, and he raises me up so I’m on my knees and then slaps my ass. I moan as he rubs over it.

I glance over my shoulder, watching as he gets on his back and shuffles underneath me, taking hold of my thighs.

“Sit on my face so I can taste this sweet pussy.”

“Shit,” I groan, propped up on my elbows. I lower, opening my thighs around his wide shoulders, and Archer feasts on me. He reaches his hands above his head and grabs my breasts, squeezing them in rhythm with his tongue movements.

I was already on the verge before he started, so it barely takes a few minutes before I can’t stop it anymore and I come. He doesn’t let me fall, his hands moving to hold the outside of my thighs as I ride his face.

Archer slides out and I collapse onto the bed. No man has ever made me feel like this before. I want to turn over, I want to see his face, but again, he won’t let me. He gets up on all fours over me and dips his head to kiss my neck. He tilts my head so he can kiss the corner of my mouth. I turn enough so he can kiss me fully.

“Is that good?” he asks.

“Yes,” I breathe out, my heart still pounding.

“It’s not over yet.” Archer nips my shoulder, then moves away again. He still doesn’t reach for the lube but grabs a condom. He holds my hips again, lifting me back up. “You’ve had my fingers and my tongue, now it’s time for this,” he pushes inside me, and I moan at the fullness. I’m so slick he slides in and out with ease.

Archer fucks me slowly, kneeling up and gripping my hips, squeezing my ass. I’m lost in the sensations when his finger moves between my cheeks. He reaches down and grabs the lube. It’s cold when he drips it over me, and I flinch forward.

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