Page 90 of Red River

Feeling bold, I kissed him with extra passion.

My hands moved over his shoulders and down his back, my fingers tracing slow, gentle lines.

This kiss was different—it came from deep within me. Archer’s hands lifted, sliding into my hair, which cascaded over my hips.

I tried to push him back onto the bed, wanting him to fall beneath me… but Archer didn’t let that happen. In one swift motion, he caught me midair—and now I was the one pinned underneath him.

Then, unexpectedly, our bodies pressed tightly together, practically bare, and the realization hit me hard. My breath caught in my chest.

This was the first time since my heat—the one that had resulted in Lake—that I lay beneath an almost-naked man.

For a brief moment, it felt like my first time all over again.

I knew we weren’t going all the way tonight, but the anticipation of what was about to happen had my pulse racing.

Now, Archer and I just stared at each other. Was he just as taken aback as I was? After all these years, after everything, here we were. Another step forward. A shift in whatever had been building between us.

Slowly, deliberately, he leaned down, brushing his lips over my forehead, then my cheek, before finally ghosting them over my mouth.

I shivered and reached for more, but he pulled back just slightly. That teasing smirk told me he was savoring this—savoring having me under him.

His weight was solid, heavy in a way that made it a little hard to breathe but also grounded me, made me feel enclosed, covered, safe. Like his body was anchoring me in place, quieting my usual nerves, settling my anxious energy.

He tilted his head, his lips trailing lower—my cheek, my jaw, then down to my neck gland. The soft press of his mouth there sent a light, ticklish sensation through me, quickly morphing into something hotter.

I wanted him to bite me, even though I knew he wouldn’t. The urge was so strong, I trembled, producing a low sound in AO language, signaling my arousal as I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck.

His lips lingered, sucking lightly, and a shudder ran through me, waves of soft, intoxicating pleasure spreading outward.

Archer’s hands slid beneath my shirt, fingers skimming my ribs, making me jolt at the ticklish shock of it. Then they traveled up, finding my nipples, and I let out the most embarrassingly high-pitched squeak.

My aching cock, pinned between us, throbbed, reminding him exactly what I needed.

He lifted his head, locking eyes with me.

"So?" he murmured. "Next step?"

"Oh, absolutely," I rasped.

He shifted downward, his face now hovering over my cock, which twitched desperately in anticipation. The flushed head stood out, practically an exclamation mark pointing him to exactly where I needed him.

Archer smirked, pressing a soft kiss to the tip. Not enough. Nowhere near enough. And he knew it. That’s why he didn’t make me wait too long. His lips dragged along the length of me, then back up, sending shivers straight to my core. Then, without warning, he took me into his mouth and sucked.

Another squeaky, humiliating sound left me as my legs instinctively spread wide, almost into a full split, in an encouraging move. At the same time, I knew this wouldn’t last long. His fingers brushed teasingly over my tight, twitching entrance, and then he sucked harder, taking me even deeper—and that was it.

"Archer, I—" I could only get this out before I was gone, moaning and whining as I came with an eruptive intensity.

He swallowed everything, licking me clean, and for a moment, there was a strange look on his face—like something had surprised him. He didn’t say anything, though. Maybe he was just shocked by how fast I’d finished? Or maybe something else. Either way, he lifted his head, and our eyes met.

I was grinning stupidly.

"That was… quick. Guess all those years of celibacy—"

He chuckled. "Oh, River, don’t stress about it. Everything’s fine. You’re exactly what I want. Everything about you works for me." His voice was authoritative, leaving no room for argument.

We just looked at each other for a moment before I blurted, "I keep coming here… You probably think I’m kinda slutty."

He raised an eyebrow. "I don’t think that at all. But if you wanna be slutty with me, I’ve got zero complaints." His smirk was roguish.

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