Page 4 of Cascade

All I know is that while he’s working his magic on my body, my brain is calm.

My thoughts don’t race, and I’m very aware that I am not contemplating all the thousand things that could go wrong in this scenario.

Oh, no—all I’m doing is coming, hard, while this Adonis smacks my ass and bites it.He bit me!

When his long fingers dip into my wet heat, he barely grazes my clit before my body fires off. Like he holds the key to some magic button that detonates my orgasm explosion. I almost never can come when I’m with a guy, and it takes me ages to still my busy mind on the rare occasion I can get off with my vibrator.

“Archer!” I beg, as the waves subside. I don’t know if I can bear anymore of whatever he’s doing, except I hear the unbelievably sexy sound of him pulling his belt from the waist of his jeans.Snick.

I look over my shoulder, my eyes wide, and I see him smacking the folded belt against his other hand as he kneels between my spread legs. He seems unsure what he’s going to do next, and I love that for once, I don’t have to be the one making this decision. I’m not in charge here, I’m not responsible for the consequences of whatever might happen.

No one’s life depends on my action or inaction at this moment.

I can just be here, experiencing this.

I see Archer nod and he leans his long body over mine. I feel the warm, firm expanse of his chest against my back, sense the warmth of his breath on my neck as he reaches for my wrists. He extends my arms out in front of me and threads the belt around my wrists. I arch my back, rising to my knees on the bed, feeling like a cat stretched out in the sun.

“Don’t you even think about moving,” he whispers, his voice deep and steady. I moan in response, the sounds deepening and becoming involuntary as he reaches under me, his rough fingers pinching my nipples, working my breasts in his hands slowly and leisurely.

He drags his hands along my body as if I’m made of clay and he’s stretching me out. And then I gasp when he reaches my thighs again, spreads them wider still, and licks me, just licks the entire length of my seam.

“Mmm, Opal, you taste like honey,” he says, and goes back for another lick.

“Oh god,” I start to moan, feeling a sensation start to build as he laps and sucks and smacks. I lose track of time, lose control of the sounds coming from deep within my body, and I writhe on his bed as he drinks his fill.

I feel Archer tapping the hard length of his cock against my ass and I slip back to semi-consciousness. I realize he asked me a question. “Hunh?”

I turn again to look and damn! He’s kneeling there behind me with his dick in his hand, the other fumbling in his nightstand for a condom. “I said are you ready for me to fuck you, Precious?”

“Oh, god, yes. Please, Archer. Please!”

The end of my words are lost as he thrusts inside me. I’m so wet, so open from coming twice. My body expands and draws him in as he grunts, gliding into me.

“Harder,” I command him, rising up onto my elbows and slamming my hips back to meet his. This is fantastic. I am experiencing only pleasure—surrounded by it. Emitting it. Accepting it from Archer like he’s known me my whole life and can read my needs written across my skin.

“You want more?” I feel him wrapping my hair around his wrist. I gasp as he gives it a tug, bending my head back until I can kiss him, and this is nothing like the kiss I stole in his kitchen.

This is a primal, claiming kiss. His tongue thrusts into my mouth as my scalp tingles and he pulls on my hair. His lips match the rhythm of his hips as he pistons into me, the covers bunching beneath us and the bed slamming against the wall.

“Fuck, Opal, you feel so good,” he says, breaking the kiss. I feel his hands on my hips as he pumps in and out of my body. I hear the sounds of our skin slapping together and somehow, he picks up speed.

Another crack echoes through the room as he slaps my ass again, and then he reaches around my hip, his thumb circling my clit while his body stiffens. Archer groans and I feel his cock swell inside me, pulsing as he empties himself into the condom, and I topple over the edge along with him, coming a third time.

He sinks down onto my back, the massive weight of his tall frame pushing me into the bed, and I am boneless, unable to care.

I am vaguely aware of him loosening the belt from my wrists and flinging it off, but I drift almost immediately into a dreamless, deep sleep.

I’m not sure how long I’m out, but I wake up in the dim light of his bedside lamp. Fully alert, I panic—what the hell was I thinking?

I jump out of bed, looking around, trying to get my bearings. I just came home with a stranger and let myself fall asleep in his bed. He could have done anything he likes to me…and as I wake more fully, I realize he did do whatever he wanted, and I loved every second of it.

Archer rolls over and opens one eye. “Where the hell do you think you’re going, Precious?”

“Well, I…I mean…it’s so late and—”

“We are absolutely not done here,” he says.

“We’re not?”

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