Archer raised his hips to help get rid of them, not stopping touching her the whole time. His finger circled around and evaded her when she pushed her hips into his hand. His low laugh stirred her even more. “I could enjoy you like this for the rest of the night, my Zoe. I have years of fantasies in store for you.”
When his fingers made a swirl on her clit, she cursed. Zoe’s hand bumped into the lubricant and decided she wouldn’t be the only one suffering here. Clumsily, she squeezed a dollop into her hand and fisted Archer’s cock.
“Witch!” The voice was laced with despair and amusement. In retaliation, he made her bow when he pressed his palm against her sex and slid one finger inside her. The sensation and the lack of pain emboldened her moves, and her confidence surged. As retaliation, her fingers started stroking the sensitive underside of his cock, lightly stroking his slit. Archer bit her shoulder and added another finger into her quivering sheath. Her hips started getting in sync with the pace of his hand.
“Archer! Please.” At first, Zoe thought he would roll on top of her, but instead, he made her face away from him and spooned her. He hitched her leg over his and kissed the crook of her neck.
“I remember this position. I think that you liked it.”
“Feisty, are you?”
“I think the word is horny.”
“Well, I’m here to please, love.”
Maddeningly slow, Archer pushed inside her, inch by inch. Zoe tried to push back, but when she tried, he pulled back.
“Slow, my love.”
Archer circled her waist, caressed her thigh and made lazy circles on her breasts.
“I read that while you’re breastfeeding, your breasts can be overly sensitive. I like how they feel in my hand right now, how your body responds to me.”
“Deeper, Archer. Harder.”
“I don’t want to hurt you. It says in the book...”
Zoe loved him to bits, but if he referred to that book once more, she would get mad. Instead of responding, she rolled forward and straddled him. “You’re a brilliant man, I love you, but I need to be fucked.”
Archer was about to shake his head and sit when she guided his cock and sat down on him. The sensation was sudden, but not painful. Archer was as tense as a bow, not even breathing she believed, waiting for her reaction. At her own rhythm, she started swaying her hips, finding the glides up and down more and more pleasurable. Shivering, she let herself lean back, her hands on his knees, head falling back, pleasure coursing through her body. Archer started relaxing and following her body. The palm of his hands roamed over her feverish skin.
“You are a goddess in this position, your hair all over your face. I could watch you all night. All my life. I’m so hard, but I want to see you come, Zoe.”
His begging voice, the delicious friction inside her fired her blood, and her body took control, knowing exactly what it needed. Her movement became rougher when she moved up and down. Skin slapped against skin and one look at him under her revealed that he was in agony trying not to come. That power she had over him was dizzying. Her body was on fire for him and when she leaned forward to kiss him, the friction became so intense, it drove her crazy. Maintaining the position, she rode him like a mad woman until white-hot pleasure overcame her. Reaching blindly forward, losing balance, Archer kept her upright, his hands clenched in hers.
Her orgasm started to decrease when she realized Archer hadn’t come yet. He was hard and pulsing inside her and covered with sweat as he looked at her. Her hand in his, Zoe straightened, undulating over him, squeezing him as hard as she could.
He was so attuned to her, so scared of hurting her, so desperate for her pleasure that he denied his own. Zoe couldn’t be more in love with him than she was right now. He was it.
Emotions bubbled inside her, as she finally saw Archer moving, meeting her thrusts, but still very in control of his movements. When his hips started to jerk a little, losing the pace, she knew he was close.
“Marry me, Archer.”
His eyes widened before frowning deeply. He probably doubted his own hearing.
“What?” As he was slowing down, Zoe started to speed up. His silvery eyes were fiery with desire, his jaw clenched. He was fighting her, and he wouldn’t win.
“I love you, please marry me, Archer Blackwood. Make an honest woman out of me. By day, at least. Love me, make other babies with me. Be my husband.”
Bombarded by sensations, it was clear he was trying to use his brain, but his body was overwhelmed. He hissed when she twisted her hips sharply.
“Zoe, is that really what you want?”
“Don’t you want me?”
Archer cursed through clenched teeth, his body bowing, fighting the sensations. And still she increased her pace.
“You’re killing me!”
