Page 104 of Whisper Sweet Nothings
I hurried around to the passenger door and reached for her, pulling her over my shoulder, fireman-style.
A fit of giggles escaped her, and she smacked me on the ass. “You do know that I can walk, right?”
“Maybe this is part of those extra benefits we’re tossing in.” I chuckled as I walked straight to my bedroom and set her downon the bed. I shoved my jacket off my shoulders and crouched in front of her, then pulled her boots off one at a time before setting them on the floor. “I’m going to take my time with you tonight, Winnie.”
“I’m counting on it.” Her words were breathy as she pushed her coat off her shoulders, and I tossed it on the chair beside my bed.
I peeled her jeans down her legs, admiring the pretty lavender lace panties she was wearing. I ran the tips of my fingers up her thighs and over the lace fabric, and she shivered.
She sat forward and I pulled the sweater over her head, sucking in a breath as I took in her matching strapless bra. “Do you how many times I’ve thought about these tits of yours? How long I’ve wanted to see them. Lick and taste and suck them until you beg me to fuck you.”
I reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, which fell beside her on the mattress.
And holy shit.
Her tits were works of art.
Perfect handfuls, with little pink nipples that were calling me. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as my mouth came down over each hard peak.
My tongue flicked and twirled around her nipple, and I covered her breast with my mouth and sucked as she gasped. I took turns, moving from one breast to the next.
Her hands were in my hair as she squirmed beneath me.
Needy and desperate and so ready.
“Archer, please don’t make me wait any longer. I need you now,” she said, her voice gruff and laced with desire.
I pulled back, then tore my sweater over my head and kicked off my boots as she sat forward and tugged my jeans and briefs down.
My cock sprang free, and I stepped out of the denim and the briefs and moved to my nightstand to grab a condom.
“I want to do it,” she whispered as she pushed to her knees and held out her hand.
She was wearing nothing but her lacy lavender thong, and I could stare at this woman all day. I stepped closer, handing her the foil packet.
Her fingers trembled as she tore the top off, and then she looked up at me with those big golden honey-brown eyes before looking back at my dick and rolling on the condom as if she were performing surgery.
“If this is too much, you just say the word,” I said, reaching for her chin and tipping her face up to meet her gaze.
“It’s not too much at all,” she whispered as she finished rolling on the condom. “I’m just not sure how this is going to work.”
I studied her.
“How this is going to work? You’ve done this before, right?” I chuckled, but part of me was alarmed by the question.
“Yes. But let’s just say, I’ve been with one person, and he didn’t look like—you.” She glanced at my erection and then back up at me.
I laughed. “You’re going to set the pace, beautiful.”
I moved onto the bed, lay on my back, and quickly adjusted her above me, with my tip settling at her entrance as if he’d waited a lifetime to be here.
“Okay,” she said.
I reached up and tugged her face toward me so that I could kiss her.
I felt her body relax the minute my mouth covered hers.
And then she slowly took me in.
