Page 67 of The Mentor
Archer took his time, exploring every part of my body.
“It tickles,” I said when he planted kisses on my inner thighs.
“I don’t care. You had your chance to be in control, and now it’s my turn.” His strong hands kept my thighs apart and his kisses moved up toward my most private spot.
I had experienced oral sex before, but it had been with sex-bots and I had never worried about how I might taste. Now I was suddenly self-conscious and I didn’t know if the sound coming from Archer when his tongue licked me was one of disgust or delight. The guttural sound came from deep in his throat and I had never heard anything like it.
Trying to push him away and press my knees together didn’t work since Archer wasn’t going anywhere.
“I don’t want you to kiss me there,” I gasped. “I probably don’t taste very good.”
“Did you hear me complain?” His mumbling was hard to decipher because he was licking me again.
“Archer, you really don’t have to.”
He lifted his head, moisture glistening around his mouth. “But I want to.”
Reading the tension on my face he told me to relax. “You taste delicious.”
That helped me relax somewhat but when his tongue drifted lower, I panicked and pushed at him forcefully. “Don’t even think about going any further south.”
“But I have to warm you up.”
“Not with your tongue,” I exclaimed. “That’s beyond disgusting!”
“I should’ve known you would be a prude.” He chuckled low and kissed my belly button before working his way down to my clitoris again.
It felt wonderful and slowly I began to relax; unfamiliar sounds of pleasure escaped me and my fingers wove into Archer’s dark hair.
“Ahhh,” I moaned and bucked a little, which only made Archer wrap his arms around my thighs to keep me still.
“You like it?” His warm breath against my clit, and the euphoric feeling in my body, made me groan my answer.
“Uh-huh, I love it.” Folding my lower lip between my teeth, I made a small whimper of pleasure and buried my hands in his hair.
The low growls from Archer were raw, sexual, and full of promises about what was to come, but not even that could stop the waves of my orgasm. Leaning my head back and tensing in my body, I came hard.
“Yes, yes, oh…” I licked my lips and arched my back. “Oh, Mother Nature, yeees!”
While I was still in a haze from the orgasmic explosion in my head, Archer rolled me onto my side, placing himself behind me and lifting my left leg.
In the back of my mind, a warning went off, but I was too sated to be fearful. Instead, I turned my head to kiss him again. His scent was a delicious mix of fire pit, fresh air, and raw masculinity.
“Are you ready?” he muttered into my mouth and my eyes expanded when he pushed inside of me.
“That’s not…” I croaked. “I thought you said anal.”
“I changed my mind,” he breathed against my neck.
I wanted to ask him if it had been his plan all along, but he swallowed any of my other questions with more kisses; and when he picked up his pace and switched positions I was too lost in him to keep up a conversation.
Archer drove deeper from behind and it was my turn to groan.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked.
“A little,” I cried out. “You’re very big.”
“Fuck, are you trying to make me come?” he said and pulled out.
