her features from more than embarrassment as she uttered the name of the guy she considered to be the one that got away. “And sent pictures along with my detailed rambling about getting so drunk I puked. Why, Cupid, why? I’ve done nothing but love you!”
“Try shutting it down,” Izzie said, and when Ellie couldn’t get it to happen, she handed over her phone.
Izzie tried her best, as did Archer, and even Cat and I took a spin at turning it off so the messages would stop sending.
“You might have to yank out the battery.” I studied the sleek rectangle. “Um, the last time I did that was during the flip phone era. Where is the battery on this damn thing?”
Elle dropped her head to the table and bumped it a couple of times. “It is what it is. You guys go on ahead and leave me to wallow in my dates of months past.” Leaving her forehead on the table, she rolled enough for us to see one of her eyes. “Cat and I can handle this… if there’s anything left of my social life to handle once the update is finished having its way with me.”
“You sure?” I asked, and Ellie and Cat nodded and shooed us toward the door. “Call me later and update me, okay?”
“You might want to give us a few hours,” Archer said, and Izzie slapped her hands over her ears.
“Starting to regret helping you out.”
Archer ruffled her hair, earning him a screech. “Words can’t express how much I appreciate your help, little sister. That’s why I’m advising that once we get back to the condo, you listen to your music even louder than you usually do.”
We cast one last wave goodbye at my friends, and then Archer placed his hand on the small of my back and nudged me toward the door with enough gusto to convey he was as eager to get to all the noisemaking as I was.
As promised, Archer let me be on top this time.
We’d started with slowly stripping before discovering we were both too impatient for that. By the time we tumbled into bed together, my carnal side had been fully awakened, and I was ready to devour Archer whole.
After he’d secured the condom in place, I braced my hands on his firm chest. I slid myself onto his hard length, my moan vibrating through me before bursting into the air between us.
“God, I missed you,” Archer said as he ran his palms up my thighs. Then he dragged his thumbs along the place where they met my core, causing me to writhe on top of him. “Missed this.”
“Me, too.” If my nipples got any harder, they’d cut glass. Archer must’ve noticed how hard they were straining for attention, because he propped himself on his elbows and sucked one into his mouth.
“Oh, God.” I began lifting and lowering myself, spreading my hips wider to accommodate his size. Not just of his cock, but the breadth of his hips. His muscular thighs flexed as he lifted to meet me, intensifying the slide and the drag.
With his focus turned to thrusting, my breasts began to jiggle, and I brought my hands up to them to keep them in place.
Archer’s long fingers manacled both wrists, and he yanked my arms down, away from my torso. “No way. I like watching them bounce while I fuck you.”
With a grunt, he pistoned his hips higher, pushing deeper inside of me. Ecstasy coursed through me in a wave, the shiver of it following a second behind his movements. I rolled my hips, over and over, giving my body over to him with reckless abandon…
Until he burning in my thighs began overtaking the pleasure streaking through my body.
“This…” My voice came out breathless, and after all the fuss about me getting to take control, I couldn’t believe what I was about to confess. “It’s a lot of work, being on top.” I leaned over Archer, parting his mouth with my tongue and tasting every last inch. “When you’ve got Grade-A pussy like I do, I feel like I shouldn’t have to work this hard to get off.”
Archer chuckled and gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh so hard that I’d likely have bruises as a souvenir. “I agree. With both that assessment of your pussy and not having to work for it. Not when I’m so willing to give it to you.”
“Agree?” I waved a hand in front of my face. “I declare,