Chapter 69

Archer was smiling as we made our way to the door, his eyes filled with a playful anticipation that sent a shiver of excitement down my spine. "Let's go home," he said softly, taking my hand and giving it a soft squeeze.

We slipped out into the cool evening, the quiet of the night enveloping us. We climbed into the waiting car we had for us since we knew tonight would involve alcohol and cozied up together in the back seat, both of us anticipating the night ahead. I couldn't wait to be with him. Every time we had sex, it felt like we were that much closer. I saved myself for the man I was going to marry and I was pretty sure I had found that in Archer.

"What are you thinking?" he asked.

"Just how happy you make me." I smiled.

"Me too. I mean, you make me really happy. I love you."

"I love you," I replied and leaned against him.

The car dropped us off at his house. I waited for him to unlock the door and disarm the security system.

He held the door open for me, guiding me through with a hand at the small of my back. The house was quiet and dark, save for the glow of a single lamp left on in the living room.

He led me there first, turning on a few more lights before bending down to remove his shoes. I copied him silently, my heart fluttering with anticipation.

Once he had kicked off his shoes, he turned back toward me, taking my hands in his as he met my gaze.

"Want a drink or anything?" he asked quietly.

"No. Just you."

I tugged at his shirt, pulling it from wear it was tucked in. My hands slid up his chest, causing him to jerk. "Tonight, I want to be in charge," I said.

He raised an eyebrow. "You know you can be in charge anytime you want."

"Good."

I felt emboldened. He had met me as an innocent virgin. He'd been patient and gentle but now I was comfortable and wanted to let out my inner sex kitten.

Laughing, he reached up to unbutton his shirt, then stopped, a playful glint in his eye. "On second thought, this is all yours." He pulled his hands away and watched me with an intensity that elicited a shudder of anticipation.

Slowly, deliberately, I reached out to undo the buttons of his shirt one by one, revealing a chest that was firm and toned from years of disciplined workouts.

Archer stood still under my touch as my hands moved down his torso, fingers tracing the outlines of his well-defined abs, then upwards again to finally unbutton the last button and spread the fabric apart. He smiled, his eyes filled with approval as I pushed his shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

He allowed me to peel away the layers, one by one, until it was just him standing there before me. His gaze never wavered from my own—a look of absolute trust paired with raw desire.

I stepped back and turned around, allowing him to return the favor. He reached for the zipper at my back, pulling it down so slowly that I felt every inch of its slide. The dress slipped from my shoulders, and I finally pushed it down to pool at my feet. Cool air chilled the bare skin of my back and legs, but Archer's warm hands slid around my waist, pulling me back against him. My ass nestled against his cock like we were made to fit together.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured into my hair, his breath warm against my ear. His hands slid up to cup my breasts before they traced a path lower, toward the apex of my thighs. My breath hitched in anticipation.

"But tonight, you're in charge," he reminded me with a teasing smile as he stepped back, surrendering control over to me again.

I turned to face him, taking in the sight of him, bare chested, hair tousled, eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and adoration. This was my Archer. He was all mine, and he was giving me the reins tonight. There was something incredibly intoxicating about that.

I reached out to touch him again, my fingers playing with the waistband of his slacks. I watched as his breath hitched slightly at my touch, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. Slowly, I unbuttoned his slacks and let them fall to the floor, leaving him standing in only his boxers.

"Patience," he managed to say, his voice a low growl that sent shivers of anticipation down my spine. But I wasn't in a mood to be patient. Not tonight. My hands slid under the elastic of his boxers, my fingertips grazing over the warm skin of his lower belly before moving lower still.

There was an undeniable power in making a man like Archer squirm. I reveled in every moment of it. His breathing became heavier as I traced my fingers along him, making him let out soft groans that were music to my ears.

In one swift move, I removed his boxers completely and he stood naked before me—vulnerable, waiting, wanting. An overwhelming sense of desire surged through me.

I moved closer, our bodies just inches apart. My fingers teased his hipbones, tracing the sides of his body before moving up to his chest. His breathing was heavy, eyes glazed with lust as he watched my every move. The silence between us was thick with anticipation, both of us lost in this intimate dance of seduction.

I leaned forward, pressing my lips to the center of his chest. He was salty against my tongue as I whispered against his warm skin. He jerked and let out a strangled cry.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes," he said, his voice trembling slightly as he nodded. "More than okay."

Emboldened by his words, I moved lower again, taking him in my hand and giving him a squeeze that made his breath hitch. I looked up at him, our eyes locked together. His face was a canvas of pleasure and anticipation, the subtle tensing of his jawline revealing the depth of his desire.

"I want you," he groaned, his voice thick with need.

I shook my head, pushing his hands away from me. "Tonight, you're mine," I reminded him sternly, my voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, surrendering himself to me completely.

I dropped to my knees in front of him, feeling the cool floor against my heated skin. I licked my lips, moistening them, and then lapped at the head of his cock.

His eyes fluttered shut as a guttural groan emanated from somewhere deep within his chest. His fingers again found my hair, tangling in the strands.

My hands gripped his firm thighs for balance. Their muscles rippled underneath my touch as I took him deeper into my mouth. His breath hitched, a strangled cry escaping him. I began to move rhythmically, matching the urgency of his pleas.

His body hummed with tension, every muscle drawn taut like a bowstring. I took him deeper, pushing him toward the precipice of pleasure. His hips bucked involuntarily. He couldn't help himself, and the thought thrilled me. I could feel the pulsing heat of him on my tongue, and it was all because of me.

Archer let out a moan, the sound echoing around the room, a raw expression of his pleasure. I released him from my mouth, only for a moment, looking upward. His eyes fluttered open, glazed with desire. His lips were parted slightly, harsh breaths escaping in ragged gasps.

"Keep going," he managed to whisper, his voice hoarse. The command was more of a plea.

With newfound fervor, I took him into my mouth again, increasing my rhythm. I let my hands wander up his tensed body, pressing against the muscles of his abdomen and chest. His fingers tightened around my hair as a low growl rumbled from his throat.

His entire body was thrumming with anticipation, his breath coming in short gasps that echoed through the silence of the room. I reached for his balls, tugging and massaging them gently. He let out a strangled groan that set my heart pounding even harder in my chest. I loved the power. I loved that I could do to him what he had done to me.

His body was trembling against mine. The sight of him utterly undone by my touch was an image I would never forget.

His grip on my hair tightened as I took him deep into my throat. "I can't," he gasped.

His chest heaved under my touch, his body trembling with the strain of holding back his impending climax. The veins on his neck pulsated, keeping time with the steady throb of his manhood in my hand.

"Mary Ellen," he gasped. Like my name had been too much, I was rewarded with his climax.

Archer's body went rigid and he released a guttural cry that echoed through the room. His grip on my hair relaxed. His hands fell to his sides as he dragged in ragged breaths. His chest was heaving with the effort to regain control.

He pulled me to my feet, embracing me. "Damn, woman. It's like you've cast a spell on me."

"Let's go to bed," I said.

He grinned. "Anything you want."

He grabbed a condom from his pocket and took me to his bed, leaving our clothes on the floor. He spread me out on his mattress like a feast he wanted to devour. I stretched out while he kissed my shoulders and down my arms. He continued to my breasts. The gentle brush of his lips against my sensitive skin sent shivers down my spine. He teased at my nipples with his tongue, and the hot wetness pulled a gasp from me.

His mouth moved downward, placing a trail of kisses down my stomach. I arched beneath him, whimpering at the feeling of his lips on my sensitive skin. His fingers dipped between my thighs, teasing my seam lightly. I let out a sigh of pleasure. He worked me with an expert touch that had me bucking against his hand.

His fingers moved inside me, curling in a way that coaxed a gasping moan from deep within my chest. "Yes!"

"You like that?" he asked and pushed his fingers a little deeper.

I groaned, writhing under him. "Yes, please. More."

Archer chuckled, a low purr that sent shivers down my spine. With his fingers still inside me, Archer rose up on his arms to watch me, his eyes dark with pure desire. The sight of him towering above me, his body hard and sculpted, was enough to make me squirm.

The first orgasm hit me, sending me into a moaning mess. He tore open the condom that seemingly materialized out of nowhere before sliding his thick cock inside me while the orgasm still held me in its grip.

He filled me completely. The sensation mingled with the tail end of my orgasm and it had me writhing and gasping beneath him. Archer buried his face in the crook of my neck, nuzzling against my skin as he began to move.

His thrusts were slow and deliberate at first, each one a delicious agony. He dragged himself out only to plunge back in, pushing past the tightness until he was fully sheathed. I could feel the stretch and the delicious friction every time he moved.

I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders. He groaned in response. His deep baritone vibrated against my ear, sending tremors of desire ricocheting through me. He picked up his pace, pounding into me.

The next orgasm had us both shouting at the heavens. He stretched out next to me with his arm thrown across me. I couldn't stop smiling. I was so happy. It was the happiest I had ever been.

Then I remembered what he said at the wedding about our own wedding. I hoped he was serious. I was.