“Shit!” His eyes were still on her, but now everything was colored with lust, need, and hunger. His hand came to her hair, massaging her scalp, but not guiding her in any way. When she increased the suction, he cursed again, and his grip augmented the tempo. Swirling her tongue once more, he must have reached his breaking point, because Archer stepped back, out of reach. His breath was ragged and sweat covered his skin. Still on her knees, Zoe yearned for his touch on her, but there he stood, hesitant. Damn him, if he refused to bring her to orgasm, she would do it herself. Her hands touched her rounded stomach and slipped inside her soaked panties. The sensation of her fingers between her folds blurred her vision for an instant, pleasure flashing between her legs. Simply teasing wasn’t enough anymore and her touch became more insistent, a bit rougher, circling her quivering hole before strumming her clit.
Zoe forced herself to open her eyes, and Archer hadn’t moved an inch. His cock was stiff and high, and slightly bobbing. What made her moan was the look in his eyes, how his lips were moistened and slightly parted. Overcome, she let her head fall back. His lips came to her, hot, hard, demanding, and she gave her all to him, without stopping pleasuring herself. Archer didn’t intend to let her finish, as he hauled her up against him and devoured her mouth. Zoe’s feet dangled as he moved to finally plaster her against the wall, trapped by stone hard muscles. His hands flexed on her hips, his desire pressed hard against her stomach. When his hands pushed her bra down, his heated mouth immediately sucked her nipples, making her arch both in pain and pleasure. Her hands tugged at his hair before she started pushing her panties down her legs. Almost naked, Zoe hooked her leg as high as she could around his waist. Naturally, one of his hands came to her knee, blazing a slow path toward her ass and back.
She didn’t want slow or soft now, way past the point of rescue. Her only thought was to have him hard and deep inside her as he used the wall as leverage. Before she could think, Archer let go of her sensitive breasts and grabbed the back of her thighs before lifting her up. The movement was so sudden, Zoe yelped on the way up, but the moan on the way down was not due to surprise. Poised at her entrance, Archer impaled her painstakingly slowly, and no amount of wriggling accelerated the process.
“Inside me. Now,” she said panting, her nails digging deep in his shoulders.
The irritating, but sexy man, just grinned. “Well, who’s impatient now, Ms. Somersby.” And to prove his point, he retreated an inch.
Her fingers ran up his slick neck and gripped his hair. “I’m the one who’s impatient. Deal with it!”
And again, he pushed back in a little, not nearly enough for Zoe who growled and gripped his steely arms with her nails. Now calm and collected, Archer was in his perfect role, the cold bastard he was, and enjoying it tremendously. On the verge of calling it quits and finishing alone, the infuriating man, kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth, conquering her as if he was the only one who knew how. As breathless as she was, he bruised her lips before pulling back, his voice deep, animalistic.
“Say my name, Zoe.”
Blinking, she shook her head. “Why is it so important to you?”
What she saw on his face was raw sincerity, mixed with an urgency that mirrored her own. “So few people call me that anymore, you made me yearn for that connection. I don’t want to be Mr. Blackwood to you. I don’t want to hear that when you cry my name as I fuck you deep, when you beg me for mercy.”
She should have smiled, made light of it, but there was something in him, in his voice that touched her. A yearning. Her arms circled his shoulders as she kissed his jaw and tugged at his earlobe as he shuddered. “Archer, please fuck me.”
The sudden exhale of air against her neck was followed by him pushing the rest of his cock deep inside her. The sensation surprised her, but she didn’t have time to adjust before he rammed into her once more. And again. And again. Zoe had asked for it, and it seemed he had every intention of answering her wish. His sweaty body glided against hers, radiating tremendous heat, but it was the friction inside her that made Zoe hot and ravenous. Each penetration inflamed her even more, it was like wishing for fire and being afraid of being burned at the same time. A race to completion with the fear of losing herself in the process. Gasping for air, she cupped his cheeks and kissed him deeply. The lack of oxygen made her head spin, focusing her thoughts only on him. Archer was caught up in pleasure, looking at her, his body moving harder against her, his hold on her hips bruising.
Zoe’s body bowed against Archer’s, overwhelmed by the orgasm that increased relentlessly between her legs, overtaking her senses until she lost all thought, apart from being exactly where she was desperate to be.
Archer pounded into her, again increasing the pace, intensifying her own sensations to the point of no return. Even when pleasure flooded her veins, making her gasp, she opened her eyes and saw Archer, head thrown back in pleasure, his cock pulsing inside her sensitive sheath, and she knew at that instant that this image of him, without any mask, without any pretense, would be engraved inside her memory forever.
