Sworn to Be His ( The Archer Family 3)

"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 st

opping.

"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.

But it seemed as though Derrick knew that, too. Though she could feel him grow impossibly harder inside her with every stroke, she could feel his restraint, too. He was holding back, desperate for something neither of them could name.