Page 68 of Marrying the Billionaire

I strain toward him, wanting more, but he doesn’t stay for long, heading further south, toying with the edge of my shorts.

He looks up, the blue of his eyes electric as they meet mine, and bends down to press a soft kiss over my core, holding eye contact with me all the while. Even with clothing in the way, the action is indescribably sexy, lust running rampant through me.

“You ever had a guy go down on you?” The desire in his voice is unmistakable, all throaty, husky seductiveness.

I shake my head, afraid to open my mouth and let loose the string of nonsense that wants to escape. Words of needing and love and keeping him forever. I can’t say those things. Not yet.

“Do you want me to?”

I nod frantically, my hips lifting off the floor in their eagerness.

He grins, slipping my shorts and panties off, parting my thighs slowly, a shaky moan escaping me as he settles himself in, pressing kisses up my left inner thigh. My legs tremble with the effort to stay still, anticipating his next move, wanting to both sigh in relief and scream at the first touch of his tongue on me.

He lets out a low groan as he does it again, the sound setting off something primal within me. I fondle my bare chest, pinching my nipples lightly, that pull in my lower belly deepening.

His eyes widen as he realizes what I’m doing, stopping his ministrations as he lifts his head in wonder, and I reach down with one hand to tug him back in place.

“So fucking sexy,” he murmurs before licking me again, using his hands to part me wider.

I’ve touched myself plenty of times alone in bed, but it’s never been like this. Intense. Desperate. Necessary. The sensation of his tongue on me, now giving little sucks in between the licks, is like nothing I’ve experienced. And on top of that, just knowing it’s Archer puts it on a whole other level.

I run a hand through his hair again, his eyes meeting mine, the connection making the ache within me rise higher. I tilt my hips up, my mouth opening in silent wonder as the rush overtakes me, deeper than I’ve ever known, my breaths harsh as I crest the edge, never letting go of him, needing that contact. He stays with me throughout, encouraging me, spurring me on until I can’t take any more, a hazy warmth spreading from limb to limb.

He moves up my body and I give him a lazy kiss, every part of me relaxed. “I can taste me on your lips,” I murmur, my normal filter apparently gone. “I really like it.”

He groans, kissing me more deeply, his tongue briefly meeting mine. “I could eat you out every day. You’re so responsive.”

Oh, I definitely like the sound of that.

He shifts atop me, his erection hard against my thigh, and I snake a hand between us, his rough moan as I gently grip him everything I need to hear right now.

“Let me get you off too.”

He thrusts into my palm, even as he says, “I’ll be late to work.”

“Then be late.” I grin, stroking him through his workout shorts.

He acquiesces, not that he put up much of a fight, rolling so he’s underneath me, and I drag his shorts and boxers down, his dick popping out to greet me. I give him a few light strokes, bending down to envelop the head between my lips, a rumble of approval emanating from him. I suck him gently, his thighs tensing beneath me, and swirl my tongue, his hand reaching up to hold the back of my neck.

“Like that, baby,” he murmurs, the pressure of his grip warm and reassuring. “That feels amazing.”

He gives subtle thrusts of his hips as I continue, his desire evident, and I delight in making him twitch as I lightly scratch at his abdomen, then trail my fingers up his inner thighs.

“More,” he says, inhaling a shaky breath as I stroke him again, up and down, the softness of his skin such a contrast to how hard he is.

And when I take him all the way in my mouth, I revel in the loud exclamation of, “Fuck,” he makes in the silence of the room.

I work him up, using my hands and lips and tongue until he’s pumping beneath me, panting roughly, his hold on me still gentle but secure.

“You get me so fucking hard,” he moans, his eyes squeezed shut, looking like he’s doing everything he can to keep himself together. “I’m so close. If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you have to let go now.”

I suck him harder, humming low in my throat to tell him it’s okay, wanting to experience this with him.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, God. I’m coming,” he shouts, the sight of him losing control like this worth everything. This man at my mercy, eyes rolled back in his head, hips lifted off the floor… yeah, I could get used to this.

I swallow him down, savoring him, taken aback as he soon after lifts me up to kiss me, wrapping himself tight around me, his kisses greedy, like he can’t get enough of me. I quickly get with the program, matching his level of enthusiasm, loving this closeness between us. If we could start every morning like this, I’d die a happy woman.

“What is it?” he murmurs against my lips. “You’re smiling.”

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