and wrapped
around her senses as he kissed her with dominant demand.
Lowering her to the mattress, his hard body coming over hers, her thighs parting further
for the breadth of his hips, he settled against her, and she moaned in burning need.
This was what she needed. She felt as though she had waited for it all her life. Waited
for this kiss, this man, this touch. She needed it like the air she breathed. Needed
it to the point that her entire body was beginning to ache for it.
Anna found herself gasping for air as his lips moved to her jaw, his rough kisses
moving over it as one hand slid up her thigh.
The rasp of his calloused palm sent shivers of incredible sensation moving through
her. Heat blazed across her clit and through her vagina to tighten her womb with clenching
spasms. As his palm eased up the curve of her hip, then slid to her stomach, she held
her breath, head tipping back as his lips moved to her neck.
Stinging kisses were spread across the arched column as Archer’s hand stroked up her
stomach before cupping the rounded curve of one swollen, touch-hungry breast again.
Sensation lashed at her senses as Anna arched, desperate to press her flesh further
into his hand, to feel him as close, as deep as possible. Raking his thumb over her
nipple, his flesh rasping against the tip, dragged a cry from her. The need to be
closer to him, to feel more, to experience more, was making her crazy.
Heat radiated from her body, perspiration dampening her flesh as her breathing became
more harsh, the moans harder to hold back as his kisses moved lower, his tongue licking
against her collarbone. His lips licked the swollen curves of her breasts and the
hard, distended tips of her nipples.
Anna forced her lashes to remain raised, watching as the dark blond head lifted from
her neck, his golden brown gaze, heavy-lidded and filled with lust, staring down at
her. Watching her with so much heat that her pussy wept in need.
His lips were as swollen as hers felt, his expression as dazed as she knew hers must
be.
“Don’t stop.” It was a plea, a demand.
Aching, her hips lifted against his, stroking the swollen bud of her clit against
the length of his cock. She could feel her orgasm moving closer, building to that
point where she knew the pleasure would catapult her into sensations she had only
heard others talk about until now.
This would be nothing like the weak releases she’d found when she’d orgasmed in the
past.
“Do you know what you’re doing to me, Anna?” he groaned, his expression filled with
torment as his eyes flicked to the hard tips of her breasts. “What this could do to
both of us?”
“What could it do to us?” she demanded, frustration tearing through her now. “Will
the world end, Archer? What catastrophe could rip through Sweetrock if we have sex?”
If he made love to her?
If he risked opening just a small, very small, undefended part of his heart and gave
her a chance to slip inside?
“God, you amaze me.” For the briefest moment, amusement glittered in his gaze before
his eyes dropped to her breasts once again. “But catastrophe could definitely happen,”
he breathed roughly. “God help us both, Anna, I’ll be damned but I think it would
be worth it.”
“Then stop talking and start sexing,” she suggested breathlessly as his head lowered,
turning just enough to allow the rasp of his cheek to brush against the soft mound
of a breast.
“Stop teasing me, Archer.” Her pussy was on fire, her breasts swollen and aching.
If he didn’t take her soon, if he didn’t fuck her soon, she was going to go insane
from the need.
Archer felt as though he had fought this attraction to her for his entire life. Definitely
for the past six years. He’d been fighting since the day she turned eighteen and he’d
recognized the beautiful woman she was turning into.
Beautiful, graceful.
She was headstrong and
around her senses as he kissed her with dominant demand.
Lowering her to the mattress, his hard body coming over hers, her thighs parting further
for the breadth of his hips, he settled against her, and she moaned in burning need.
This was what she needed. She felt as though she had waited for it all her life. Waited
for this kiss, this man, this touch. She needed it like the air she breathed. Needed
it to the point that her entire body was beginning to ache for it.
Anna found herself gasping for air as his lips moved to her jaw, his rough kisses
moving over it as one hand slid up her thigh.
The rasp of his calloused palm sent shivers of incredible sensation moving through
her. Heat blazed across her clit and through her vagina to tighten her womb with clenching
spasms. As his palm eased up the curve of her hip, then slid to her stomach, she held
her breath, head tipping back as his lips moved to her neck.
Stinging kisses were spread across the arched column as Archer’s hand stroked up her
stomach before cupping the rounded curve of one swollen, touch-hungry breast again.
Sensation lashed at her senses as Anna arched, desperate to press her flesh further
into his hand, to feel him as close, as deep as possible. Raking his thumb over her
nipple, his flesh rasping against the tip, dragged a cry from her. The need to be
closer to him, to feel more, to experience more, was making her crazy.
Heat radiated from her body, perspiration dampening her flesh as her breathing became
more harsh, the moans harder to hold back as his kisses moved lower, his tongue licking
against her collarbone. His lips licked the swollen curves of her breasts and the
hard, distended tips of her nipples.
Anna forced her lashes to remain raised, watching as the dark blond head lifted from
her neck, his golden brown gaze, heavy-lidded and filled with lust, staring down at
her. Watching her with so much heat that her pussy wept in need.
His lips were as swollen as hers felt, his expression as dazed as she knew hers must
be.
“Don’t stop.” It was a plea, a demand.
Aching, her hips lifted against his, stroking the swollen bud of her clit against
the length of his cock. She could feel her orgasm moving closer, building to that
point where she knew the pleasure would catapult her into sensations she had only
heard others talk about until now.
This would be nothing like the weak releases she’d found when she’d orgasmed in the
past.
“Do you know what you’re doing to me, Anna?” he groaned, his expression filled with
torment as his eyes flicked to the hard tips of her breasts. “What this could do to
both of us?”
“What could it do to us?” she demanded, frustration tearing through her now. “Will
the world end, Archer? What catastrophe could rip through Sweetrock if we have sex?”
If he made love to her?
If he risked opening just a small, very small, undefended part of his heart and gave
her a chance to slip inside?
“God, you amaze me.” For the briefest moment, amusement glittered in his gaze before
his eyes dropped to her breasts once again. “But catastrophe could definitely happen,”
he breathed roughly. “God help us both, Anna, I’ll be damned but I think it would
be worth it.”
“Then stop talking and start sexing,” she suggested breathlessly as his head lowered,
turning just enough to allow the rasp of his cheek to brush against the soft mound
of a breast.
“Stop teasing me, Archer.” Her pussy was on fire, her breasts swollen and aching.
If he didn’t take her soon, if he didn’t fuck her soon, she was going to go insane
from the need.
Archer felt as though he had fought this attraction to her for his entire life. Definitely
for the past six years. He’d been fighting since the day she turned eighteen and he’d
recognized the beautiful woman she was turning into.
Beautiful, graceful.
She was headstrong and
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