“Elise,” he whispered just for her, nipping at her bottom lip.
She shivered before breaking away, and without a moment’s hesitation, she revealed herself to him. She took each thin strap down slowly until the fabric of her teddy brushed across a taut rosy nipple. Her stare was potent, powerful, and he felt the brush of tangible energy across his flesh.
Every single move she made was to tease him, and each movement made his cock twitch. The slight curve of her mouth told him she knew it, too. Hell, she played on it, dragging the fabric down slowly until both her breasts were free. Archer nearly went to his knees before her. The beauty…amazed him. Her long hair flowed around her, her skin creamy and smooth, all in stark contrast to his strength and roughness.
She went to move again, but Archer caught her hand, not allowing her to control all of this. “Let me look at you.”
Her chest lifted and fell with heavy breaths as he released her hand to drag his knuckles across her breast, reaching a firm nipple. He trailed those knuckles across the hard peak that begged for his mouth. Taking his time, he opened his hand and caressed the side of her breast until he tickled the underside and her soft moan made him smile. “So responsive.” Sliding those same fingers, he worked his way over to her other breast, where he tweaked the bud with his fingers. Her eyes fluttered when he pinched hard, and his smile widened. “Beautiful.”
He lowered his hand, feasting upon her toned belly and her cute outie belly button before lifting his attention to her face again. He studied her playful gaze beneath her mask before she slid the lingerie lower and lower until the flimsy fabric hit the floor. It occurred to Archer why people believed in succubi; because if Elise were a demon, he’d give his soul for a single taste of the sweetness hidden behind the dark curls between her thighs.
Determined to do just that, he closed the distance between them as she stepped out of her lingerie. Holding her gaze, he took her chin, brushing his thumb across her bottom lip that parted for him. He dragged his finger all the way down her neck and kept going until he slid two fingers between her thighs, instantly hit with warm silkiness. “So wet. All for me?”
Trembling, looking on the very edge of control, her gaze flared with challenge as she fisted his cock. “For this.” She threaded her hands into his hair, pulling him to her. He chuckled at the power play, then nipped at her neck before she yanked his head up and kissed him again. Hard.
Tonight was her choice, but now she was in his playing field. Determined to take her in the way he’d imagined while stroking himself late in the night, he gathered her in his arms, her thighs wrapping tight around his hips. With every step forward, she rubbed her sex against him, teasing, tempting. Until her back hit the wall a second later and he pinned her arms above her head with one hand, the other pulling her against him, trapping her between him and the wall. He licked down her neck, feeling her shudder before she began grinding herself up and down against him. When he met her mouth, kissing her without restraint, she moved harder, faster. He groaned into her open mouth while their tongues danced.
She wiggled to break free. He growled against her neck, “You won’t refuse me what I want.”
“You won’t refuse me, either.” She yanked out of his hold and gave a hard shove. Since he wasn’t expecting it, she managed to wiggle away. A devilish smile crossed her face as she pushed on his chest, and he allowed it and backed up, returning to the chaise. She took the condom off the tray and had him sheathed in it a second later.
He grinned at the pride in her eyes. She thought she’d won, and for a moment, he considered letting her, until he caught her spicy scent and he remembered something else he wanted more. When she moved to straddle him, he locked his arms around her waist, flipping her onto her back. She struggled against him, but he pinned her, using his size against her. “Keep fighting.” He grinned. “I like it.”
Her gaze blazed red-hot. “You’re an ass.”
“I’m all right with that.” He chuckled, then nestled his head between her thighs, and at the first draw of her musky scent, pre-cum leaked from his cock. She relaxed a little at his first slow taste of her. He licked gently up her lower lips, sucking on them, nipping them whenever she wasn’t responsive enough. He teased and tickled until she stopped struggling against him and instead rubbed her sex over his mouth. Only then did he stop pinning her, and he used the flat of his tongue to lick over her clit. She moaned, threading her fingers into his hair, shivering under him, then ground herself against him in a plea he would not refuse.
Using a free hand, he spread open her lips, focusing on her clit, giving her the pleasure she sought. Fast licks followed by hard sucks, and her legs were trembling, quivering with a need to explode. When her moans cut off, her back arching with the force of the pleasure, he sealed his mouth over her and brought her clit gently between his teeth. Then he sucked. Hard.
Elise exploded beneath him, a gorgeous flail of freedom and pleasure.
When her moans turned to whimpers, he gently stroked her with big, long licks, drawing her back from her climax and taking the sweetness of her into him. And with a final soft kiss on her sensitive pinkish flesh, he leaned away, and her eyes fluttered open, a burn in them he’d never seen before.
He’d made her surrender. She knew it, and she didn’t like it.
Her knee met his chest, and she sent him back on the chaise. With that feisty look on her face she owned so well, she climbed onto his lap. Back and forth, she rocked herself against him, ruthlessly teasing him as an obvious show of punishment, until she took just the tip of him in and bounced mercifully.
He ground his teeth, locking his gaze with hers, letting her play.
She wiggled atop him, sometimes taking him in a little deeper, but never enough to let him find pleasure or to have what he wanted—all of her. She leaned back, giving him a fine view of her round breasts bouncing with her movements, her long hair tickling his legs when she tilted her head back. But it was the intensity in her gaze when she looked at him again that turned off the reasoning in his mind. The fight she possessed. She brought something primal out in him. Something that declared: claim her.
Done with teasing, he gathered her in his arms, flipping their positions so she lay on her back with her ass hanging off the chaise.
Her lips parted.
“Shut that beautiful mouth of yours,” he growled, hooking her legs on his arms. “You’re mine to fuck.”
Desire consumed him as he felt her relax, and he didn’t hesitate. He gripped her arms, pinning her beneath him, and took them both where they needed to go. Over the edge. Together.
Rapid thrusts led to his grunts mirroring her moans. She kept her gaze right on him, like she never wanted to forget this moment. Like she wanted to remember it all, to get off on it later. He drove in harder, faster. Unrelenting. The scent of their sex filling his senses as his muscles strained, his heart racing to rise to the pleasure. There was nothing sweet about this. Nothing that had anything to do with lovemaking. Raw, dirty, and intense, he pounded into her with all his strength.
Until her inner walls squeezed him. He’d been teased too much tonight. Gripping her arms, his balls tightened against the contractions she offered, her screams of pleasure filling his ears. He lost the visual of her as she exploded beneath him, bucking and jerking into her climax. With a soul-deep roar, he followed her.