feet and even reached toward the shower to start the water.
His mouth hit the inside of my thigh, and my knees nearly gave way.
A whimper escaped as he kissed the other one, an inch or so higher, and I let my head fall back against the wall. I raked my fingers through Archer’s hair as he painted kisses up my thighs.
Lost in a sea of euphoria, I didn’t want a life vest or a raft. If it came to it, I’d demand my would-be-rescuers let me drown.
My hips bucked as his nose brushed my clit through the silky triangle of my underwear. Then he stood, and I just stared, unable to form words.
“You forgot about your punishment for replacing your whiskey with iced tea, didn’t you?”
I nodded.
“Are you sorry?”
I hesitated, debating how to answer, and then shook my head.
His resulting grin had me clenching my thighs tighter. “I hoped that’s what you’d say. It means it’s going to take longer to teach you a proper lesson.”
His large body crowded mine, and then he kicked his foot to the inside of mine. First one and then the other, spreading my legs apart as a cop might do before frisking a criminal, and I’d never been so happy to be bad in my life.
As he skimmed his hands up my thighs, skirting my panties yet not breaching the elastic, my heart thundered so fast and hard I feared it might punch right out of my chest.
Honestly, as long as it happened after we had sex, I didn’t even care.
Archer gripped the sides of my waist and spun me around. He let out a harsh swear, and I’d never been so glad I endured wearing a thong all day to avoid panty lines. “I’ve thought about the moment when I’d see you like this for a long time.”
“Right back at you,” I tossed over my shoulder, and Archer met my gaze.
“Actually, I was talking to your ass.”
I automatically pivoted to smack him, but Archer stood and flattened me to the bathroom wall with his body before I could. He rolled his hips, the length of him dragging along the same trail as my thong, and what was oxygen and why did humans require it again?
The mixture of soft lips and scruff trailed down my spine, and pure unadulterated need, the kind that consumed and conquered, overloaded my system.
I felt my wetness trickle down my inner thigh, and a desperate noise fell from my lips. “Archer. I don’t think I can take it any longer.”
“I know, baby. I’m going to take care of you, I promise.” His knees hit the tile floor, and then he lapped at my thigh with his tongue, all the way up until his warm breath encompassed my sex. He looped his fingers into the tiny strings holding up my underwear and peeled them off of me.
I thought he’d turn me around again once I stepped out of him, but then his chest pressed against the backs of my legs.
A gasp spilled out as he put his mouth on me. I braced my palms flat on the wall as he fucked me with his tongue. No guy had ever eaten me out from this angle before, and I’d had no idea what I was missing.
His whiskers abraded my sensitive swollen flesh, and my booty popped of its own accord, greedy for more.
Each hummingbird beat of my heart nearly tripped over the next, and dizziness set in. The world ground to a weightless halt as my nipples tightened, along with every muscle in my body.
Archer’s strong fingers dug into my ass, and he yanked me farther down onto his face so that the tip of his tongue hit my clit, and holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. I moaned, the wanton noise loud enough to wake the neighbors, and I gave in to my carnal urges and rode his face with reckless abandon.
One last stroke, and I detonated, every cell in my body flying apart in an explosion of ecstasy.
As my body slowly knitted itself together, rejuvenated after an orgasm that’d been nothing short of mind-blowing, my legs turned to jelly.
“I think I’m going to fall,” I warned Archer, and strong arms came around my middle. He brought me down to sit with him on the tile floor settling me onto his lap and kissing the back of my neck. As soon as I regained my breath and the use of my limbs, I turned my head and planted my lips