Page 105 of Whisper Sweet Nothings
Inch by glorious fucking inch.
I sucked in a breath as she moved.
She pulled back, letting out a long breath as her hands found the tops of my thighs, and she arched her back as she continued to move down my shaft.
So fucking tight.
Nothing had ever felt better.
“Take your time, beautiful,” I said, my hands covering her breasts.
Her tongue swiped out along her bottom lip, and she shifted until she’d taken me in.
All of me.
I stayed perfectly still, forcing myself not to take control.
And then she looked down at me, her gaze locking with mine and her lips parting the slightest bit as she rocked back and started moving.
Slowly at first.
My hands moved to her hips, gliding her up and down my erection as we found our rhythm.
Our breaths the only audible sound in the room.
The moonlight peeking through the crack in the curtains formed a halo around her as her hair tumbled down her back and she rode my cock like she was born to do it.
So fucking perfect.
Our bodies were covered in a layer of sweat as we moved faster.
“Archer,” she moaned, and I knew she was close.
I moved my hand to her clit, applying the slightest bit of pressure, and she gasped as her entire body started to shake and she tightened around me as she shattered.
It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
I was in awe of the woman.
I drove into her one more time as I followed her into pure ecstasy.
Bright lights exploded behind my eyes as waves of pleasure ripped through me, and a guttural sound escaped my mouth.
We rode out every last bit of pleasure.
My gaze locked with hers, and it felt like the earth had shifted beneath us.
And I’d never get enough of this woman.
twenty-eight
. . .
Winnie
The sun comingthrough the opening in the curtains had me stretching my arms over my head as I glanced around the room.
I was in Archer’s bed, and the spot beside me was empty now.
