Page 17 of Blake University HBCU Chronicles: Archer & Destiny

Archer waited, saying nothing until she gave him a small nod.

“Yes, you can take it off.” She held her breath after her words.

“You seem nervous, I don’t want you doing something that you don’t feel comfortable with. Your body is sexy as fuck…once I start massaging?—”

“I want you to make me feel good but I’m nervous… I never?—”

“I know…and I want to be the first to make you feel all the things that you’ve never felt before. Them other men was dumb as fuck to not take notice of a woman like you. You’re special, Destiny.”

“I thought you didn’t do virgin pussy.” She smirked.

“I don’t and I’m not taking your virginity. Your mind in the gutter, baby. I just said that I want to make you feel good.” Archer smirked.

“What does making me feel good consist of?” She raised her brow.

“Let me just show you. Tell me first… Do I have permission to taste, touch, and feel all over you?” Archer licked his lips and scooted closer to her.

“Ye—yes.” Destiny sucked her bottom lip into her mouth.

“You don’t sound for sure.” Archer looked deep into her eyes.

His pale blue eyes penetrated through her soul.

“Yes, you have permission.” She sounded more for certain.

Archer pulled at the top of her towel, peeling it away slowly. It fell from her like rose petals. Destiny didn’t move, her breathtrembled in her throat. Her skin prickled with both fear and hunger as Archer pulled it from her body. The air kissed her bare skin, and the sudden vulnerability of the moment made her heart pound hard in her chest.

She was naked completely, her thick soft body looked like a full course meal to Archer. She looked into his eyes and braced herself for something that she didn’t find, like judgment, hesitation, or pity. Archer didn’t flinch or blink. His eyes stayed glued to her body with hunger. He eyed each stretch mark that looked like scriptures on her body. The dips and curves of her belly and the slope of her thighs he wanted to trace with his tongue.

He took his eyes off of her to get more lotion, rubbing it between his palms until it glistened and felt warm, he started at her shoulder. With slow strokes, he applied deep pressure. His thumbs worked up the base of her neck, and Destiny moaned lowly, her eyes rolling back. He moved to her arms next, kneading out tension from her joints. Then he moved to her upper back until he flattened his palms and glided them down to the small of her back.

He moved his hands lower to the top of her ass, not wanting to cross the line just yet, he gave the top of her ass a light squeeze. Destiny gripped the sheets. Every part of her body felt alive, she was burning with need. Archer’s hands finally came around to her front. Her breath caught in her throat as his eyes traveled over her slowly. He knelt beside the bed, his face was so close, she could smell his minty breath.

He applied lotion to her belly sensually then his hands moved up over the underside of her titties. Gently, he cupped them, Destiny’s nipples tightened from his touch. When his thumbs grazed over the tips of her nipples, she gasped and moaned.

“Archer…”

Her legs trembled but not from pain. His fingers rolled her nipples between the tips of his rough finger tips. He squeezed tighter until her back lifted off the bed, her hips bucked forward toward nothing as she begged him.

“Please…” she uttered softly.

Archer smiled sinisterly, his mouth was slightly open. Destiny searched his pale blue eyes with confusion.

“Please what, Destiny?” he rasped out.

She didn’t know what the hell she was begging for. Destiny just knew that she needed to be relieved of all the heat and throbbing that her body was doing from Archer’s touch. Her hands found his forearm, nails digging lightly in as her voice cracked.

“Do whatever you want. Please, Archer, I need something.”

That broke him, he wanted to devour her instantly but held back, trying his best to take it easy on her. He leaned forward, his lips wrapped around one nipple while his hand tormented the other. His tongue swirled, hot and slow, his mouth sucked hard, pulling her deep into his heat.

Destiny cried out as her hips jerked again; this time, Archer cupped her soaking pussy into his hands roughly. His thumb slid across her clit, making her body snap. A wave of pleasure rolled through her so violently, she couldn’t stop it. She couldn’t muffle her screams as her thighs clenched tightly around his hand still cupping her fat pussy. Her breath caught as her moan broke into pieces as the orgasm ripped through her sharp, damn near blinding her.

She came hard just from his mouth, her body trembled as she went limp into the mattress. Sweat beads decorated her forehead, she closed her eyes and simpered lowly. Archer looked up slowly, his lips were parted with a wild gaze that showed his restraint and hunger. Little did Destiny know, this was only the beginning. Archer was about to stake his claim and make her his.He became determined this was the first of many orgasms that he was about to give her.

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