Archer presses one large hand over my lower stomach, intensifying the already growing pressure there. My muscles draw up tight, my thighs shake, my hands claw at his scalp, and then I gasp for air as a powerful orgasm is wrung from my bones. My core contracts again and again as my release rolls through me, leaving me weak and out of breath.
“f*****g gorgeous,” Archer whispers as he places open-mouthed kisses up my torso until he reaches my lips. “Love watching you come, Everly. Now I want to feel you do it on my swollen f*****g cock.”
I nod my head and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him against me so I can kiss him feverishly. When we come up for air, Archer rolls his forehead on mine and takes a deep breath while stroking my hair so gently. His next words are soft-spoken and full
