Still looking for the words to answer, I let out a squeak when he pinched one nipple and bit down lightly on the other. My hips bumped up against his, and his cock left a damp stripe across one of my thighs.
“There she is,” he murmured, nuzzling the tip as they strained tighter, then he sucked one against his teeth and anticipation pooled in my belly. I went from replete to desperate and needy as he took his time lavishing my breasts. “Good morning…”
I huffed out a laugh and carded my fingers into his hair. He answered the tug to rise up and kiss me. There was the barest hint of mint on his breath, but the rest of him tasted like me.
“Hi,” I told him between blistering kisses that had my toes digging into the bed as I lifted my knees to cradle his hips against me. The weight of his erection pressed against my stomach, and I ground against him lightly.
“Hope you don’t mind the early morning wake-up,” he teased, sitting up abruptly and leaving me gasping as he reached to the side of the bed. “But you looked so fucking beautiful, and it’s been forever since I had you in my bed.”
A shiver went all the way up my spine, of desire and guilt. “I’m sorry…”
“Shh,” he told me, his dark eyes fixed on me as he opened the foil and then rolled the condom on. “I’m not blaming you. I like sleeping in your bed, too.” Then he dropped back down until his nose brushed mine. “I like sleeping with you.” Kiss. “I like touching you, too.” Kiss. “I really like it when I have you all to myself.”
He stroked his cock against my pussy, slicking himself up. Then, holding my gaze, he lined himself up and pushed in, filling me in one relentless thrust that had my head tipping back. Oh, that felt better than I even remembered it. I dug my fingers into his shoulder and started to bring up my right hand, but he caught it gently and eased it back down.
“Let me do all the work, babe,” he teased before kissing me again. I wrapped my legs around his hips, arching my back, and because I loved the way it felt to rub against him.
“Archie,” I groaned and granted, I’d just woken up, but my voice sounded far huskier than usual. “I want to touch you, too.”
“I promise, you can touch me whenever you want, babe. I just need you right now.” The last six words broke me. No way I could tell him no, not when he strained into me and then locked his mouth over mine as his hips began to piston. The angle was perfect and he felt amazing, as did the way he hooked my shoulders and kept me from sliding as the tempo he rocked into me at increased.
My orgasm raced up at me at a startling pace, and all I could do was suck on his lower lip and dig my fingers in to hold on as he toppled right over the edge. I clenched down around him, and his hips stuttered, then he bit my shoulder as he came.
Still panting, we lay there in a tangle of limbs, and Archie pressed his face into my throat. “So,” he said after several long minutes. “As I was saying…good morning.”
Giddy laughter erupted through me, and he raised his head, his own lips twitching. His hair was tousled, and shadow of stubble on his cheeks had left a little burn on mine, but I seriously didn’t care. “I think I said ‘hi.’“
“You did,” he agreed, still grinning. The twinkle in his eyes just made me laugh harder, though we both hissed as he eased out of me. I missed him almost as soon as he was off the bed. After disposing of the condom, he came back with water and offered me a drink.
“How early is it?” I managed after a couple of swallows. A stretch caught me on the last word, and I let out another satisfied groan, all deliciously achy and sore in the right places.
“Early enough,” he teased, running his hand up and down my thigh. “Jeremy won’t have your Thanksgiving Day breakfast ready for at least another hour.”
I glanced at him from beneath my lashes. “Oh really?”
“Hmm-hmm,” he said, setting the water next to the bed before gripping my hips and tugging me back down before settling himself between my thighs.