Читать книгу Chasing Shade - Sommer Marsden - Страница 13

God, she felt good. She felt so good. She wasn’t even naked yet and Archie marvelled at the softness of her. The yielding nature of her body beneath his. She stopped kissing him only briefly to mutter, ‘Archie’ and then she pulled off her T-shirt. His hands and hers warred to push her panties down. Yellow, he noted bizarrely.

‘I’m on the pill,’ she murmured. ‘And clean. It’s been…ages. Ages,’ she repeated, eyeing him. ‘But I have –’

He waved it off and touched her. Stroked his finger from her collar bone to her belly button. He watched mesmerised as her skin pebbled swiftly into goosebumps. Just from him touching her.

‘It’s been ages for me too. And I’m clean. As a whistle.’ He laughed softly. Moving in to kiss her where his finger had just been. She smelled so good and yet there was no discernible scent or perfume he could identify. It seemed to be simply the smell of Betsey. ‘But it’s up to you,’ he said, reaching her hipbones. He kissed her there, watched her jump a little. ‘Whatever you want, Betsey. Whatever you need.’

She put her hands on his head as he kissed lower. Said nothing. Only a small whimper escaped her when he kissed lower than her hipbones and parted her thighs with his hands. Archie could feel her energy – chaotic and wanting – and it was a heady mix. She arched up slightly only to realise she’d done it and then force herself down.

He shook his head, whispered, ‘Don’t do that. Don’t correct yourself.’

Her body rose up again, barely noticeable unless you were paying attention, and he slipped his hands beneath her ass, kissed over her neatly clipped mound.

Betsey moaned. Her breath catching. Her entire body seemed to want to toss and writhe but she stifled it, her fingers threading through his hair.

He parted her with his tongue, inhaled the scent of her. Archie played his tongue across her slick folds and finally, finally, managed to swipe his tongue roughly across her clit. The fingers in his hair tightened almost painfully. He inhaled but kept going. Sucking and licking her until her hips moved with need. She said his name again and something in his chest seemed to grow.

She was trying to pull him up, probably to move it along. He almost smiled. It seemed very Betseyish to want to take the focus off herself and move it to them together. He pressed his hands against the tops of her thighs, stilling her. Then he whispered, his mouth pressed to her inner thigh where the skin was insanely soft.

‘Shh, Betsey. Let me do this. Let me have this,’ he said to show her it was what he wanted. What he was doing was just as much for him as for her. He could still taste her on his tongue so before she could answer in any way, beyond her fingers loosening in his hair and stroking, he went back to licking her. She was sweet and musky and utterly perfect.

His cock ached and he ground it against the bed to tame the urge to bury himself inside her. Not just yet. He wanted her to come. Not just come. He wanted her to come undone. Her juices coated his chin and he buried his tongue deep in her pussy before moving back to flick at her clitoris with just the tip.

‘Archie,’ she said again, more heat in her voice this time. More tension. She was close. And wet. God, so fucking wet. Archie drove his fingers inside her, moved them against that suede knot of flesh he knew would bring her the most pleasure. All the while moving his tongue over her, tasting her, giving her everything he could.

Everything she needed.

Betsey came with a cry stifled by her fist. She shoved it hard against her lips even as her body moved up to greet him. A shudder passed through her and Archie watched her move. Beautiful, restless, striking – until the spasm finally settled and she lay there relaxed and wanton.

She held her hand out to him and he took it, moving up her body. Feeling the kiss of silken skin against his as he came chest to breast with her. The heat of her – of them together – was staggering. Archie kissed her and she wrapped her legs around him, her wetness pressing against his cock, welcoming.

It was like coming home, he thought fleetingly. But he didn’t settle on the thought, and let it drift away.

‘Hurry,’ Betsey said. She felt an urgency now. Now that he’d been touching her. Kissing her. Making her come.

‘I don’t want to hurry,’ he said into her ear, moving his body against hers, grinding his cock against her pelvis. Betsey could tell even in the gloom of her darkened room that he was smiling. Ambient light from the trailer park’s street lamps told her she was right. When he looked down at her he was a work of dark and light. Most of his face hidden by shadows but his smile evident.

‘I don’t want to hurry either,’ she tried to explain. She felt as if she were failing miserably. ‘But I…’ She shook her head. Feeling powerless to explain well. Her words drifted away.

Archie wasn’t about to let that happen. He took her face in his hands and kissed her. His lips tasted of her, he smelled of her. It was intoxicating to Betsey. It had been ages since she’d had sex. It had been longer since she’d had sex where she felt any kind of emotional connection. Let alone this…brushfire of feelings. It felt as if it could consume her.

‘Tell me,’ he said. He reared back, watched them touching. His arms trembled only slightly by her head and she turned her head and kissed his biceps. Then she licked them. He chuckled softly, his cock brushing over the split of her then. Her wetness creating a lovely sliding friction that had her panting his name again.

‘I don’t want to hurry but I need you…I need you in me,’ she blurted. There. She’d said it. And now –

Now he made a rough noise and slid his hands along her hips, angled her, nudged her slit with the tip of his cock. Her body erupted in heat and desire. She shut her eyes but forced them open. She wanted to see Archie’s face when he entered her. Even if it was in shadows.

He went slow. Slow enough that she wanted to grab his ass and yank him down but she didn’t. She gripped the bed sheets and lost herself in the feel of him filling her. Emotions swept over her with each added sensation. Her heart realised, in a breathless moment, how long she’d been without someone close to her. Intimate with her. It brought a tightness to her throat that made it difficult to swallow.