Page 61 of My Darling Mayhem

She hesitated momentarily, her nails lightly scraping over the thin band of her white panties. They arched up over her hips and looked fucking sinful against her tan skin. She was a goddamn vision in just that underwear and the long white socks on her feet with her dark hair braided behind her, those tiny tendrils of hair kissing her neck.

Fuck. Me.

“Wait…just.” I tried to breathe through the sight of her naked, save for those two items, but she was so stunningly gorgeous that my brain felt like it was short-circuiting. I’d never experienced this before. The mere sight of someone stopping me in the moment because they robbed me of breath. I didn’t have words, but I had thoughts stitching together and forming things that would make me sound like an idiot.

Things that seemed to come naturally as I stared at her because her idea of a fairy tale suddenly didn’t sound so far-fetched. No, it felt like she’d found a way into my chest and embedded herself into the lining of my heart. Now, it was as if I had no clue if that organ had even functioned before her.

Nothing had ever felt this real or terrifying.

This felt better than riding. Whatever this feeling was.

Sparks seemed to jolt under my skin as I stared, and that fuzzy feeling returned. I wanted to tell her that she was beautiful, the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen in my entire life, and I was positive that she’d continue to hold that title for as long as I lived.

I wanted to tell her that she made me believe in impossible stories, that I wanted to learn whatever language spoke of midnight caressing her skin and using dialogue like darling because all I’d ever known was mayhem. I was desperate to exchange it for peace.

“Archer?” Her hands traced along my knuckles, over the tattoos inked on them. My face flushed as all the emotions began invading me, seemingly shaping something new and unfamiliar.

Was this love?

Was I in love with her? I caught her gaze, and the flush of pink on her neck made it difficult to swallow.

“Are you okay?”

No.

I’d never be okay again after this. She’d be there for all of time. Beyond stardust and the vast expanse of all the dark layers of this universe, beyond all the precious things that ever existed within this lifetime. She would remain.

My throat was thick as I finally found words. “Keep going. Remove it, then slide my shirt on.”

She hesitated again, then slowly slid the panties down her tone legs and tossed the garment on the floor so all she was in were those tall socks. I continued to stare as she slid my shirt over her bare breasts, her nipples peaking beneath the soft fabric. Once it fell against her thighs, I took my position.

First, I unzipped my jeans and slid out of them so I was in just my boxers.

“That’s dangerous of you, Mr. Green,” Wren chided with a smirk.

I knew it was, but my cock ached.

“Do not touch unless you’re positive you can keep from sliding it inside your cunt.”

Wren raised her hands like she was being held at gunpoint, a playful smirk on her mouth.

Once I laid on my back in the center of her bed, my head nearly touching the end of her frame, I waved Wren over.

“Place your hands on the frame and face your television, so you can watch your show.”

Wren began crawling on her hands and knees. “Where should I sit?”

“On my face.”

She paused while my hand went to my erection, slowly stroking through my boxers. Finally, she moved into place next to my chest.

“Just…” she asked, staring down at my mouth and then at the television.

I stroked down her calf. “Straddle my face.”

She lifted the hem of my shirt and turned to face the edge completely. Finally, she did as I said.

Her hands were up on the wood frame of the bed, her knee moved over my face, and then her hot, wet cunt lowered right over my mouth.

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