Chapter 66

She was standing in my arms, her eyes so full of love I thought I might just drown in them. "I can't believe you're mine," I told her, softly brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

Her cheeks flushed a shade of pink that never got old. "Believe it," she said, leaning into the hand that was still cradled against her cheek.

Her lips pressed to mine once again. It was a soft, tender kiss that left me yearning for more. "I love you," she whispered when she pulled away, her breath fanning over my skin.

"And I love you," I replied earnestly, my grip on her tightening as if to reassure me of her presence.

Her smile widened. She wound her arms around my neck. "I don't know about you, but I think we have an entire house waiting for us."

"Should we go upstairs?" I asked.

She grinned. "Eventually."

She kissed me again. This time, there was no denying what she was angling for. I gave in to the desire and kissed her back with my hands roaming over her body. Our kisses deepened, passion seeping into every movement as we held each other.

"Archer," she murmured against my lips. Her hands cupped the back of my neck, pulling me closer. There was a desperation in her voice that sparked an equally intense need within me.

"Upstairs," I growled.

We practically ran up the stairs. I closed the door behind us while she started tearing off her clothes. I understood the excitement. The heat between us was sizzling, too explosive to be tamed. The fire would consume us together.

She stripped nude, standing before me in the soft light filtering through the blinds. Her skin was glowing. I pushed down my briefs and let my cock spring free. Her eyes drank in the sight of it, hard and eager for her.

I wanted to worship her body. I wanted to show her how much I loved her by giving her more pleasure than she could handle.

Her eyes gleamed with anticipation as I approached. She extended her arms toward me, a silent invitation I was more than willing to accept. I swept her up, eliciting a gasp that was quickly swallowed by my lips smothering hers. We fell on her bed, and our bodies entwined in an intricate dance of love and lust.

My hands ran over her satiny skin. Each touch caused her to shiver under my hands. Her skin was soft and warm. The feel of it sent electric shocks through my system. I quivered with need and desire, my body aching to become one with hers.

"You drive me crazy," I whispered against her skin as I traced the line of her collarbone with my lips.

Her breathy moan echoed in my ears. "I'm all yours."

Her fingers clutched my hair as she pulled me closer, pressing her lips against mine in a searing kiss.

The fire whipped through my veins like molten silver, and my cock ached for her. I yanked her hips into mine and kissed down her neck, sucking her flesh between my teeth. Her gasps and little moans of pleasure filled the room, cranking up the heat between us even more. If things got any hotter, the drapes were going to catch on fire.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, urging me on. Her hips writhed against mine, seeking the same connection I did. Her pulse raced beneath my lips, matching the frantic beat of my own heart.

I looked up at her, wanting to capture this moment, see every flicker of heat in her eyes. She arched toward me, a desperate plea in her gaze. I sucked one nipple into my mouth and teased it with my tongue. Then I slid to the other one.

My hands ventured lower, gliding down her thighs and circling around to pull her legs apart for me. I kissed down her belly.

"Archer," she moaned. My name fell from her lips like a prayer.

Her body was responsive to my touch. The evidence of her arousal glistened in the soft light that filled the room. I pressed my lips to her inner thigh, gently nipping and teasing her skin with my teeth and tongue until she squirmed with need. I moved to the center of her, my breath fanning over her core.

I explored her with my mouth, each stroke of my tongue causing her body to arch off the bed only to collapse back down with a whimper. Her cries filled the room and her fists clenched the blanket, clutching at the fabric as if it were her lifeline and she needed to hold on.

"Please," she whispered, her voice broken by her pleasure. The sound spurred me on, pushing me further into a fervor as I navigated her body with my lips and tongue.

I looked up to see her, eyes shut tight in agony and ecstasy. Her chest heaved with every breath. A gentle sheen of sweat covered her body, making her glow even more. She was radiant, and I was completely mesmerized by her. I plunged deeper into my exploration, pushing two fingers inside her wet pussy.

Her back arched off the bed. Intense pleasure filled me at the sight of her writhing under my touch. I moved my fingers slowly, savoring her reactions, building her up.

"Archer," she gasped again, biting her lower lip, her eyes locked on mine. Her body was in turmoil, and I was the cause. It was powerful and intoxicating. I couldn't stop.

My tongue pressed against her sensitive nub as my fingers continued their dance inside her. She shuddered, hips bucking against me, and a wave of pleasure flowed over her. The sounds she made were like music to my ears, driving me to continue my relentless pace.

Her free hand reached to clutch at my shoulder. Her nails dug into my skin in an exquisite mix of pleasure and pain. My name was again on her lips as she gasped, her body tensing beneath mine. Tremors ran through her.

An intoxicating sense of power flooded me as I felt her orgasm. Every shudder and gasp fed the desires that raged within me. For a moment I just watched her, completely spellbound by the woman who lay beneath me—her flushed skin glowing in the muted light, sweat-slicked hair plastered to her forehead, her chest heaving with the power of her climax. She was beautiful in her disarray.

Her eyes flickered open after a moment, glazed with pleasure and love as they met mine. "Wow," she murmured.

With one last lingering kiss against her trembling thigh, I crawled back up her body, tracing a path with my lips along her stomach, between her breasts, across her collarbone, and up the column of her neck. Her skin was covered in a sheen of sweat after the orgasm. I savored the saltiness and licked every inch.

"Mary Ellen," I said, voice rough with desire as I hovered above her. Her fingers tangled in my hair again, pulling me down to capture my lips with hers in a heated, passionate kiss.

My body pressed against hers, the connection sending sparks of heat rippling through our bodies. Her bare skin felt divine against mine, the intimate contact stirring my arousal into an insistent throb.

"I need you," I whispered into her ear, my breath hitching at the desire that burned within me. She nodded, wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling me closer still.

"Then take me," she whispered back. The words charged through me like lightning, igniting my desire with a primal urgency.

I reached across her to open the drawer of her nightstand, where I grabbed a condom. I tore it open with my teeth while she teased me by rolling her hips and sucking on her bottom lip. As I rolled the condom, on she shimmied closer. I held myself between us, guiding myself to her entrance. Our gazes locked and I pushed into her slowly, each inch causing her eyes to darken with desire. A moan slipped from her lips as I filled her completely. The tight warmth around me made every nerve in my body sing.

I stilled for a moment, lost inside her. The slick heat was nearly my undoing. I silently counted to five, reining in the surge of pleasure that threatened to have me spilling inside her before I was ready.

When I had some semblance of control, my hips started moving.

"Yes," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper, yet it hit me like a sledgehammer.

I pulled out slowly only to thrust back into her, setting a rhythm that had her moaning my name in a sweet chorus. Her hands wrapped around my back, her nails digging into my skin. I pushed deeper. Each stroke amplified our pleasure, and with every breath we shared, the connection between us grew stronger.

I looked down at Mary Ellen. Her eyes were half-closed with pleasure, her lips slightly parted as soft whimpers fell from them. Every stroke brought a new sound, a new gasp, or a whimper that went straight to my core. Her body moved in tandem with mine, our rhythm escalating with our desire. Her headboard thumped against the wall like a drumbeat.

My mouth descended onto hers once more, stealing her breaths and groans as I continued to drive into her. She tasted sweet with arousal. It was intoxicating. Her tongue met mine in a dance that mirrored our bodies, increasing the intensity of our connection. I nibbled at her lips and tongue. I couldn't get enough of her.

She clung tighter to me. One hand ventured lower to squeeze my ass, pushing me deeper into her as her hips lifted up to meet mine. Every stroke sent a shiver through her. Each gasp and moan stoked the fire that burned within me.

"Damn, woman," I growled. "I can't get enough of you. I want you forever."

"It feels so good," she groaned. "I want to do this all the time."

"Sex?"

"Yes," she moaned. "I love this."

I chuckled. "You're a dream come true. I am perfectly happy doing this ten times a day."

She looked at me. "Is that possible?"

I laughed, pressing my forehead against hers. "I don't know," I said, my voice husky as I rocked deeper into her. "But I'd definitely like to find out."

Our laughter filled the room but quickly shifted back to the heavy breathing mixed with grunts and groans of pleasure. I moved faster, driven by the lust that burned within me. She gasped, her arms tightening around me as I took her harder. Her body rose to meet mine, the rhythmic slap of our skin together echoing through the room. I could feel her clenching around me, her body nearing the edge once again.

"Archer," she breathed out desperately. "I'm so close."

"I know, Mary Ellen," I muttered against her lips. "Come with me, baby. Just let go."

With a final shudder that rocked us both, she fell apart beneath me, her inner walls gripping me tightly as she rode the waves of pleasure. I felt every quiver and spasm as if it were my own.

I thrust into her fluttering walls, groaning at the sensation. My muscles tensed. I buried my face in Mary Ellen's neck, inhaling her scent like a drug. Her pussy clamped down on my cock and sent me flying over the edge.

With a low groan, I released inside her. Waves of white-hot pleasure coursed through me. The room seemed to spin around us as I rode the wave of my climax, locked deep within her.

I wanted to stay exactly where we were for the rest of my life.