Breathless, I shake my head.

"Is that a challenge?" Without looking at him I can hear the smile on his face. Archer continues to stroke me with his fingers, gliding them in and out, all around, hitting every nerve ending he can. He presses his thumb against my asshole, applying just enough pressure to make me tense. "You have a few more in you, baby. Don't deny me."

Still reeling from my last orgasm, I can barely catch my breath as he builds another. I've lost total control over my body and I'm not entirely sure if I'm mad about it at all. There are worse things than a drop-dead gorgeous man making you come uncontrollably.

"When I'm done with you, you won't even remember your own name," he says with his fingers buried in my pussy. "That's it." His voice is rough but reassuring.

"Archer," I moan. "Fuck."

"Say my name. Keep saying my name." He shoves another finger inside of me.

"Archer…Archer…" I bite my lip.

"Don't stop," he tells me.

"Archer…" I whimper and buck against him. "Fuck me, Archer."

He slams his fingers into me and I come undone, crying out for him.

Archer removes his hand, quickly pulling me off the counter, turning me around and lifting me into the air, setting me down onto his cock, my orgasm still rattling through me.

I wrap my legs around his waist and moan against his neck, my teeth dragging along his flesh.

"I love when you come around me," Archer whispers. "I can't get enough of your tight pussy." He holds me close to him and carries me to the bedroom, still maintaining his grip as he lowers me onto the bed ever so softly. Archer stills, his dark eyes meeting mine. He tucks my damp hair behind my ear. "You're so beautiful, London."

The way he says my name sparks something in my chest. I swallow and move my hands up his back, to his neck, to his face.

Archer leans in, grazing his nose against mine before placing a kiss on my lips, nothing aggressive about him this time. He keeps kissing me, the movements growing passionate, but not forceful. Ever so subtly, he pushes his cock into me, his thrusts considerate. We stay like this for a while, kissing and fucking, fucking and kissing, only, after some time goes by, I'm not sure we're fucking at all, and that is somehow hotter than I would have expected it to be.

I spread my legs and push against him, my moans mixed with his, our mouths not daring to break apart until finally, Archer pulls away and looks into my eyes.

His cock hardens and his breath goes ragged. "I want to see your eyes when I come inside of you." He cups my face in his hand, his thumb rubbing my cheek, so much love in every single thing he's doing.

My pussy aches and despite not thinking it was possible, I find myself so fucking close from how loving he's being. "I'm close," I tell him.

"Come with me, London. Let's do this together."

"Together," I breathe, my gaze locked on his.

With one final deep thrust, I feel him quiver, setting my orgasm off, too, the two of us climaxing at the same time, his cock spilling over into me, my pussy pulsating around him.

It's more intense than I imagined, and I'm not entirely convinced I'm going to be able to walk once we finish.

Archer melts his mouth onto mine, kissing me with a renewed passion, our tongues dancing along each other’s as he fucks us both through our orgasms. With a grunt, Archer stops completely and rests his forehead on mine. "That was intense." He collapses onto his side, taking me with him as his cock is still buried in me.

I lay there, panting and reeling from orgasm after orgasm, my body all but glued to him with the sweat coating both of us.

We stay there in silence for a few minutes, Archer holding me like he never wants to let go. He presses soft kisses on my forehead, his cock throbbing in my pussy. "Are you okay?"

I nod.

Archer rises onto his elbow, taking a better look at me. "Are you okay?" he asks me again.

"Yes," I tell him, my voice cracking. "I'm okay."

He breathes a sigh of relief and traces the outline of my face. "Are you sure?"

I roll my eyes. "I'm sure, big boy."