Page 22 of The Soul of Archer
"Lance, I want to feel your hands on me." She sighed.
"Show me how you want me to touch you Alora. What you want my hands, my mouth to do to those beautiful breasts and nipples."
She was helpless to defy him. With her hands, she showed him what she wanted. Cupping them, she began to massage her breasts. Her fingers slowly and deliberately pinching, rolling and tugging her rosy peaks. Her back arching each time she tugged, her moans becoming more pronounced.
“They're so sensitive Lance. God, they're throbbing for your mouth. Touch me. Please."
"Yes baby, give me more."
With heavy eyes she watched Lance watch her as she continued to tease her nipples. Wanting to tease him more, one of her hands slithered down her body. His eyes followed said hand and when she reached the waistband of her panties, he was panting. Nibbling her bottom lip, tugging more on her nipple, Alora eased her hand inside her panties, gasping when she brushed over her clit.
"Fuck me." Lance growled, gripping his cock harder. "Tell me, are you wet?"
"Yes Lance. So wet." Alora moaned, her hips rocking.
Lance moved closer. With her watching him, he dropped to his knees between her open legs. Reaching out, he took hold of the sides of her panties and with one hard pull, ripped them. Alora whimpered at the show of his strength, leaning back against the back of the couch which lifted her hips toward him.
"You smell delicious Tigress."
"Please Lance..."
Knowing what she needed, he licked his lips before his mouth found her center. That first taste of her had him hungry for more. His tongue dove into her making her cry out his name and her fingers threading in his short hair. Lance took hold of her hips, pinning her in place while he indulged in her taste. His eyes looked up her body to find that she was watching him feast on her. God that made him crazy for more of her.
Alora was helpless against the onslaught of pleasure he delivered. Watching him eat her out was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. The fire burning in his eyes as he watched her watch him was like nothing she had ever seen. She felt herself growing wetter as he urged her higher and higher. Her orgasm was fast climbing and when she exploded it caught her by surprise.
He was relentless. His mouth and tongue were weapons of sexual destruction. No sooner had her first orgasm hit, then a second crashed over her. Her body undulating for him, craving more. More of him. She wanted him inside her and now. She tried to demand it but found herself breathless. All she could do was plead with her eyes. Slowly Lance pulled back.
"Delicious Alora. I could eat you for days. But I want more of you."
"Yes Lance. More."
He stood then, bent down and gathered her into his arms. It was she who captured his lips. Growling as she kissed him, Lance made his way through the living room and toward the stairs. Fuck he wanted to be inside her right now. In mere moments he was kicking the bedroom door shut and striding for his bed.
Reluctantly, he released her. She lay, breathless and flushed, her hair unbound around her head on the pillow. Lance quickly retrieved a condom from his nightstand, slipped it on then joined her. He looked down at her spread open beneath him, need burning in those amber eyes. Her body trembling in desire.
Wanting to drag this on, Lance slowly lowered and kissed her tenderly. His hands began roaming over her body. Teasingly, making her moan and sigh into the kiss. Tracing the lines and curves of her, committing them to memory, paying attention to the spots that made her gasp, moan and buck. He removed his lips from hers and moved them to that spot at her neck he had tasted while she cooked.
"Lance, you're driving me crazy." She moaned.
"That's the plan. I want you crazy. I want you wet. I want you begging for more." He groaned as he slipped a finger inside her.
Christ she was wet alright. Wet, tight, and throbbing. He added a second finger while his mouth traveled down her neck. His tongue drawing patterns against her skin. Lance sucked a rosy tip into his mouth. She cried and bucked under him as his tongue flicked her nipple rapidly. His fingers slipping faster and deeper inside of her, making her ride his hand.
"That's it Alora, ride my fingers baby. Mmm, just imagine what my cock is going to feel like inside that wet pussy."
"I'm gonna come Lance. Please, please don't stop." She begged breathlessly.
"Come for me. Come now." He ordered, driving his fingers deep and scissoring them.
Alora screamed as she came again, clawing at the bedsheets as her back bowed. As her climax began to subside, she felt Lance's mouth move to her other nipple. She moaned as he paid it the same attention as he had the other, his fingers now moving so slowly in and out of her. Spreading her wetness inside and out. He was preparing her for his cock. He was bigger than her previous lovers and she couldn't wait to feel all that hardness inside her.
"Are you ready for me Tigress? Hmm? You ready for my cock?"
"God yes Lance. Now."
Lance removed his fingers, chuckling as her walls clamped around them. Yeah, she was ready for him. Making sure she was watching, he shifted so he was kneeling between her legs. With a smirk, he lifted his coated fingers to his mouth and sucked them in. Her eyes seemed to glow as she watched, her hips twitching more. Placing his hands on either side of her head, Lance eased himself into her.
Alora gasped when the first inch breached her. Then he began pushing in more. God he was hard, thick and stretching her deliciously. He was making sure she felt every inch of him taking her. She kept her eyes on his, wanting him to see that she was loving what he was doing to her. Finally, he was buried balls deep in her. Only then did her arms envelope him, holding him as close as she could.
