Page 20 of The Cowboy's Off Limits Option

"Not even you?" Archer's mouth pops off my nipple and moves to the next one. "You expect me to believe you never played with these pretty breasts yourself?"

He wraps his mouth around the other nipple and I think I might lose my mind. My hands tangle in his hair, holding his head tightly against me. The way Archer is positioned between my thighs, I can't pull my legs together to relieve any of the tension in my swollen clit, but I can lift my hips seeking friction for some relief.

"Fuck baby, I'm trying to take my time here. You're gonna kill me if you keep that up."

One of Archer's hands slides between us, pressing my body back to the mattress, but giving me a taste of what I want.

"You make yourself come, don't you, Callie?"

His mouth continues to worship my breasts, barely able to use one hand because of the way he's braced his weight on his elbow. But that other hand has wandered into the achy space between my legs and now his fingers begin exploring parts of me that have never been touched by anyone else.

A thick fingertip slides between my folds, making me realize how wet I am for him.

I give him his answer with a nod and a long moan when he presses against my clit and starts to rub in increasingly firm circles, testing to see what pressure gets the best results.

"Do you think about me when you get yourself off, Cal?"

He whispers it against my ear and I can't answer this question. I'm too busy coming; bucking hard against the strength of his hand as it holds me in place while his fingers continue to work my clit right through the orgasm; only stilling when I'm a limp noodle trying to catch my breath.

That's something I didn't expect-- how much more intense it would be when it wasn't my own hand doing the work.

"Do you?" I wonder aloud instead of answering him.

Feeling less wound up after that climax, I drift in a haze of euphoria for seconds but I can feel my body still craving more.

Archer gives me a smirk that's a little shy and a lot naughty.

"I asked you first," he retorts.

"Always," I tell him honestly.

"Dammit, Cal, yours is the only name I've had on my tongue for years." He leans to gives me a quick kiss on the lips and then moves quickly down my body till his broad shoulders are wedged between my thighs. "Now I'm going to have you on my tongue too."

He doesn't tease. Archer's hot mouth lands on my pussy, completely consuming me.

His hand hastily pushes my thighs wider, then slides under my ass to lift me closer to his mouth.

This is a completely new sensation. I've tried to imagine what having my pussy eaten would feel like. My friends talk about it like it's the holy grail, but I just never understood how I'd ever be able to relax enough to enjoy it.

I mean-- hisfaceis down there. Up close to all the tastes and smells of me. I'm glad I took a shower not long ago, but honestly? I get it, now.

The way Archer spears his tongue into my hole makes new need bubble up in me, then he licks along the edges of myentrance and through the swollen folds of my labia on his way to my clit.

Every place his tongue touches feels so good, I'm desperate for more. My heels press into the mattress at his sides, lifting myself to meet his mouth. The hand holding my ass moves for a firmer grip. I feel his fingers getting closer to the space between my cheeks and start to worry about where they're heading.

Then his mouth is firmly on my clit and it feels so good that I don't even care about the fingertip pressing snugly against my asshole. In fact, together, the two sensations are mind-stealingly good and my next orgasm has me crying out loudly as I convulse violently in Archer's grip.

"You taste like fucking heaven, Cal."

Soft kisses pepper the inside of my thighs.

"Making you come is my new favorite hobby," his kisses move upward till they land feathery against my pussy again.

At first, I flinch, still sensitive from the previous orgasm and not ready to start again. But he keeps his touch light and soon, I realize I want more.

"Is that all I'm going to get, Arch?" I prop myself up on one elbow and look down at him. "What happened to all that pretty talk about making me yours and filling me with babies? You chickening out on me now?"

In response, I get a pained groan. Archer's finger replaces his mouth, sliding easily inside me after two orgasms and how wet I still am in anticipation.

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