I feel his body behind me before I feel his hands at my waist. He holds my hips firmly and tugs me back into him so I can feel his erection. I lean my head back against his shoulder, raising my arms and winding them around his neck. He brings his mouth to my neck, trailing kisses from my ear to my jaw.
I turn my head to him, and with the tip of his tongue, he traces my lips. I open with a moan, and our tongues tangle. He slides both of his hands up my shirt and cups my breasts. He kneads them softly, then tugs lightly on my nipples, which nearly makes my knees buckle.
“Archie …” I pant against his mouth.
His hands move from my chest to my stomach. “You sure you want this, Em?”
I nod. “Oh, yeah, I want this.”
He kisses me again, deeper this time, and as he does, I glide my fingers up the back of his head, through his hair, holding him to me. His hands dip into my shorts, and he cups me over my panties.
“You’re soaked, Emma. Is this all for me?” He slides his middle finger up and down my center, over the fabric.
“All for you.” I bring my arms down, link our fingers over my panties, then guide his hand inside my underwear.
“Oh fuck. You are so fucking hot, Emma.”
I move our hands, sliding them back and forth, creating a delicious friction.
My body feels like it’s on fire; I’m nearly crazed with wanting him. I reach for the waistband of my shorts and lower them and my panties, pushing them down to my knees, until they drop to the floor.
Archie has one hand on my waist, the other gripping the hem of my shirt.
“Turn around, darlin’.”
He tugs on my shirt, and I turn to face him. My palms smooth over the thick contours of his chest. I need to feel the warmth of his skin, so I reach for the bottom of his shirt and pull it up and over his head.
My fingers toy with the edge of his waistband. With a teasing slowness, I reach for the button of his jeans and pop it open. The teeth of the zipper make a groaning sound as I lower it, and I’m rewarded by his thick, hard erection.
“Do you ever wear boxers?”
He barks out a laugh. “Only when I have to.”
I take the sides of his jeans and pull them down his legs, bending as I do. Once he’s free—his cock heavy and thick, as hard as granite, standing at attention—I kneel in front of him and slide my hands up his legs. I wrap one hand around his thigh and one around his cock.
“It’s just not fair,” I say, before placing a kiss on the tip. “Your dick is pretty, and your face is even prettier. I’m just not sure which one I want to ride first.”
The man who loves to laugh isn’t smiling. Instead, he groans as I wrap my mouth around him, taking him deep to the back of my throat. It nearly makes me gag, so I pull back.
“Fuck, Emma. Just like that. You’re so pretty on your knees for me.”
I look up and see him looking down at me with a storm brewing in his eyes. He gives me a crooked smile and starts rocking his hips in and out of my mouth.
His hands cup my face, then slide into my hair, holding my head and moving it in time with his thrusts into my mouth.
Slick heat warms between my own legs so I reach down and circle my clit with my fingers. Archie is watching, which turns me on even more.
“That’s it, baby. Make yourself come, just like that.”
Releasing his cock with a pop, I say, “It won’t take me much longer, Archie. I’m so hot right now.”
“Put me back in your mouth. Just a few more sucks, and then I’ll fuck you.” He pulls my hair into one hand and tugs. “Open.”
I open my mouth and lick up his shaft to the tip, then wrap my lips around the fat head and suck. Sliding my fingers through my pussy, I get them nice and wet, then reach up and work them up and down his cock, along with my mouth. My other hand slides up the back of his thigh, and I grab on to his tight ass.
“Jesus, Em. I need to get inside you. We’ll have time for you to suck my cock again later.” He releases my hair, then reaches under my arms and pulls me up.
I sit on the bed and scoot to the middle to give Archie room to get on the bed with me. He kneels on one knee, then climbs onto the bed and between my legs.