Page 74 of Inked Temptation
ChapterSixteen
Archer
I laid kisses along Killian’s back and he arched into me, the two of us slowly waking up for the day.
I reached around, gripped him, and he groaned, his whole body shaking underneath me.
“Archer. Good morning.”
I smiled lazily against his back.
“I think it’s the best morning we could have,” I whispered.
“We have to hurry,” he mumbled.
“Oh yeah?” I asked, as I began to ready him.
“Yes. You have to head to Fort Collins, and I have a meeting with the window people.”
“So domestic,” I teased, and then could have rightly kicked myself. I didn’t want to bring us out of the moment even thinking about what the future could be.
I didn’t want to scare him away.
I continued to work him, as we leaned into one another, our lips meeting, our breaths coming in pants.
When I reached around and gripped him again, and slid my hand over his length, he groaned, before pressing into me.
“Archer. Go already.”
I smiled and then slowly eased in and out of him, breeching his entrance as we both moaned. I paused, taking a deep breath, and then I continued to move, inch by achingly slow inch, until I was firmly seated. He was so tight around me, I could barely catch my breath. Killian’s arms shook as he knelt in front of me.
This wasn’t our first time in this position, as we enjoyed taking each other in different ways, but this felt different. As if this was a normal morning routine.
“Archer.”
“I’ve got you,” I whispered, and then I moved.
Slowly, painstakingly slowly.
I pulled out, and then pressed back in, both of us letting out a moan as he tightened around me.
I slid my arm around him, working him as we both shook.
I could barely hold on, barely breathe, but I needed to focus.
This was Killian. The man I was falling for. The man I was doing my best not to fall for too quickly. Because I didn’t want to worry him. Didn’t want to make him think that he needed to fall for me.
So I just kept moving, ignoring the pressures, and just focused on him.
And when he groaned, the guttural growl as my name slid over his lips, I pushed into him.
“Killian,” I growled out.
“Archer.”
And then he spent on the sheets, coming in my hand, as I filled the condom, arching my back, spurting hot seed.
We both fell in a tangle of limbs, and I gently, oh so gently, pulled out of him.
