Sworn to Be His(The Archer Family Book 3)(10)

"I fucking hope it does." And just like that, his mouth found her again.

His kiss was soft at first, then harder, deeper, and before long his  tongue coaxed her mouth open so that he could taste her further, so he  could push and pull along with her until she whimpered for more.

Whether she was shaking from anxiety or pleasure she didn't know. All  she could say for certain was that she didn't want it to stop. That this  man, who was her friend-her best friend-was making her feel like no man  had ever made her feel before.         

     



 

And it was pure, unadulterated bliss.

Before long his mouth found her neck and he sucked the hollow below her  ear until she arched into him, wrapping her arms around his back and  dragging her nails lower so he could feel her pleasure.

He groaned softly, kissing her deeper and licking his way down to her collarbone and back again.

Come on, she wanted to say. I want you. Please.

But she couldn't bring herself to end the foreplay, either. Convinced  somewhere in the back of her mind that the second she pulled away their  senses would return to them and she'd be forced to turn him down. To  never feel his thick need inside of her.

Still, the urge to feel his skin was too strong to ignore. With a quick  pull, she tugged his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor.  Then, just as quickly, she wished she hadn't.

How had she never noticed that Derrick had a body like that before? How  on Earth had she been walking around side by side with this man who  looked like he'd been chiseled from marble?

His rippled muscles shone in the dim light and as he bore down on her  again, she had to fight the urge to push him back so that she could  stare at his impressive form.

"Jesus," she whispered, but he didn't hear her. He was too busy burying  his head in her hair, trailing another row of kisses all the way down  her neck until he reached the top of her cleavage.

He kissed the small space just above her breasts, then looked down at  the clasp of her front-closing bra and up at her face. Heat rose to her  cheeks and she knew what he was thinking, what he was asking.

Shakily, she gave him a single nod.

Then, just like that, his teeth were on the clasp pulling it down over  her breasts, her stomach, until it snapped and she was laid bare to him,  the thin scrap of her panties the only thing keeping her from complete  nudity.

Derrick reared back, then in a throaty voice, he said, "You're fucking  gorgeous. Nobody deserves to see you like that. Nobody but me."

She blinked, not sure what to say, but just as quickly the moment had  passed and his hands were on her chest, tweaking one nipple between  thumb and forefinger while he took the other into his mouth and sucked.

His teeth scraped over her sensitive cherry tip, and she shivered,  arching into his chest, willing him to travel lower or, at the very  least, to pull his pants away and let her see what she was longing for.

But no. Instead he focused on pleasuring her chest, massaging her  breasts with his palms and flicking her stiff pink peaks until she  wondered if a woman might be capable of coming without a man going  anywhere near her vagina.

But no, it wasn't enough. She needed more. Needed him to feel the  raising ache between her thighs, to quell the need that was quickly  becoming rapturously insistent.

"Derrick," she gasped, and he looked up at her, one dusky nipple still between his lips, and smiled.

Just like that, her heart melted and she writhed beneath him, giving  over the last shreds of doubt until her hands were buried in his hair,  following him as he moved lower still, to the space she was longing for  him to explore.

"Yes," she breathed, her eyes rolling back in her head as his rough fingertips caressed the insides of her thighs.

"Derrick, she rasped his name again, and then the thin fabric was  sliding down her thighs, past her knees, past her calves, and a cool  rush of air filled the space between her legs.

She parted her legs easily, and though she waited for the warmth of his touch to consume her again, it didn't.

Instead, he paused, gazing down at her like she was the most beautiful piece of art he'd ever seen.

"Is everything okay? If it's too fast we can--"

He held up his hand. "Everything is perfect," he said. "I just have no  idea how you were in front of me this entire time and I never saw you. I  must be the biggest idiot in the entire world."

Heat rose to her cheeks, and then his fingers were trailing along the  inside of her thigh, back and forth from her knee to the space she  longed for him to touch. With every stroke, he got closer, teasing her  until she rocked into his hand, begging for him to make his move.

"I've never seen a more beautiful woman in my entire life," he said, and  then, finally, his thumb flicked over her sensitive bundle and he  added, "Or a more beautiful pussy."

She moaned as his finger traveled lower.

God, who knew a single finger had the power to make her body convulse  and fall apart? That a single touch would have her squirming for more,  have her breasts aching to be touched again, to be savored.

"It's so pink and pretty. And wet." He pushed a single finger inside and she gasped, careful not to scream.

"Oh, Jade, I'm going to need to have you again. Somewhere we can be alone. Somewhere where I can hear you begging for my cock."         

     



 

"I..." she tried, but no words came out. Her head was too fuzzy to  string them together. It was simply too filled with him. With what he  wanted. With what he might do next.

With when he'd finally poise himself over her and take her.

But then, if this was what a single finger did to her, what would happen  when she had all of him? When he was buried to the hilt?

She could only imagine that she'd become completely and utterly undone. And still, she couldn't bring herself to mind.

Without another word, he lowered himself to her sex, lavishing her with  his tongue up and down until she bucked against him. A fresh rush of  heat rolled over her sensitized skin and his hands pressed into her  hips, she rocked against his mouth, willing him to taste her deeper, to  circle her clit. To suck. To have it all.

"I need, I need," she gasped but the words wouldn't come. "Derrick," she  tried again, but then his mouth was on her sensitive bud at last and,  just as quickly, he thrust a finger inside of her and she splintered  apart, thrusting against him as he moved in and out. She wanted more,  wanted everything, and still the world was falling apart around her.

With one hand she caressed the back of his neck and with the other she  tried her best to hold on to the sofa, the floor, anything that might  tie her down to reality.

She closed her eyes tight, as another roll of pleasure washed over her  body and she whimpered, needing him more than ever before. Maybe if she  could just get him to sit back, get him to let her pleasure him, she  could get ahold of herself. Or maybe she should stop all together.

But no, it was too good to ever think of stopping.

"Jade," her voice was a deep rumble and she felt the burst of his breath against her skin.

"Yes?" she whispered.

"I'm going to take you now," he said, and then he was standing in front  of her, unzipping his pants and pulling a condom from one pocket.  Slowly, he rolled the rubber over his impressive length and she shivered  just looking at him. She'd never been with a man that big before. Hell,  she couldn't remember the last time she'd been with a man at all.

"I'm..." She tried to find the words. "I'm scared it might..."

"I'll be gentle with you. Don't worry, love."

Hearing the words alone was enough. She relaxed against the cushions,  waiting eagerly for him. For the weight of his body against her chest.  For the heat of his flesh against her own.

But when it finally came, it was even more than she could ever have  imagined, like an sizzle of electricity passed over her with every inch  of his skin, overloading her circuit board until she shook and shivered  and writhed.

"Yes," she hissed, and then he took himself in hand and teased her opening.

"Jesus, you're so wet for me."

"Just for you," she whispered, and he cupped her chin again, pulling her  into another long, deep kiss as he slid into her waiting heat. Inch by  inch, she stretched to accommodate him, but even with his length she was  surprised that it didn't hurt.

Far from it, every little bit of him ratcheted up her pleasure until her  toes curled and she spread her legs wider, needing to feel him as  deeply as he could go.

"Derrick," she sighed his name against his lips and he answered with another stroke, this one even deeper than the last.

"Oh, oh," she choked out, and he smiled against her mouth as he kissed  her again, taking her bottom lip between his and nibbling ever so  gently. She swept her tongue out to greet him and he answered in kind as  he pushed into her again and she arched her back into him.

He was so hard, so deep, and she longed to hold onto this moment when  she could take in every little inch of heat, of breath, of passion.  Soon, she knew, it would be gone, swept away by her need to feel him  harder and faster, by a reckless abandon that was already building  inside of her and threatening to consume her whole.