Her mouth hung open slightly as she looked up at him. He only nodded his head as an encouragement.
She took a few steps back till her butt pressed against the dining table. She wasn’t even thinking about the food or the plates on the table, she simply leaned herself back and did a little jump. She felt the top of her head knock against a bowl or plate, but she didn’t care. She was lying, in her underwear on top of the dining table and feeling suddenly very shy.
She quickly wrapped her arms around herself, over her breasts and pressed her legs together again.
“How am I going to get my dessert if you don’t show me what you’re offering.” He said, looming over her. Archer had that smile on his face, those dimples were there on his cheeks, his blue eyes looked intense. Like he was on a mission.
He didn’t have to touch her for her to slowly start parting her legs. She moved her arms as well so that her breasts were revealed to him. Her nipples were erect and standing up through the fabric of her bra. She knew that he could see the wetness through her panties too.
Archer seemed to take a step back to admire the view.
“Delicious.” He said, looking back at her.
Archer was down on his knees, still fully clothed. Which somehow was turning Ivy on even more. It was like the anticipation of seeing him naked again, was making her more wet. He was teasing her. He could see that she wanted him to strip.
When Ivy lifted her head up slightly she saw that Archer had positioned himself between her legs. His head was at level with her wetness, her sex, her dripping waiting core. He was watching it, then looked up at her face.
“You’re very ready. This is going to be good.” He said and she gulped. With furrowed brows, Ivy let her head hit the table again and she closed her eyes. The coldness of the granite table top was cooling her back, while the rest of her body was burning up. She wanted to hold something, to clutch anything, but there was nothing, so her arms remained on her side. She was clenching and unclenching her hands in anticipation.
Then she felt Archer’s breath on her, there, he had brought his face closer to her.
“You smell fresh, young, very tight.” He said, more to himself than to her. “I’m going to enjoy this.” He was repeating himself, like an internal monologue, and Ivy gulped again. She was afraid of how she was going to feel. Of how her body was going to react.
Then she felt his fingers, slide up the inside of her thigh till it rested on the seam of her panties. She wanted desperately for him to tear them off. She wanted him to do something, anything, but Archer Cooper was taking his time.
He lifted her it slowly, it was sticking to her. And then he started sliding it down, forcefully, till it reached her mid-thigh.
Without a word, Archer shifted her legs closer together so that he could further slide it down past her knees. And she didn’t hear the sound of it landing on the floor, but she knew that she was now almost entirely naked, except for her bra. Archer Cooper had laid her out on the table and was going to have his fill. But again, he was watching her now.
“Part your legs Ivy. Show me in.” She heard him say, in a low grunt and she did what she was told again. Ivy parted her legs wide, and Archer wedged himself in, right up close to her so that she could feel his breath on her wetness again.
The sensation, of his tongue on her, shook her like a strong electric current. Her reaction was to suddenly press her legs together again, but she was obstructed by Archer’s presence between them. She heard him give a small laugh.
“A little jumpy?” She heard his muffled voice, and he licked her again. Even though she couldn’t see, she could feel his long tongue on her. He was lapping her up, licking her juices, simply touching her there with his tongue.
She shook her head, pressing her eyes close tightly. She wasn’t sure what these feelings were that were coursing through her. This was more intense than sex, more violent than Leon being inside her. Archer’s tongue was now pushing, thrusting, slowly parting her sex lips.
“Very tasty.” He said, his voice was muffled again and in a flash, he had stuck his tongue into her.
A loud moan escaped Ivy’s lips. She arched her back and her legs spread apart on their own, Archer shifted, moving his face closer to her so that he could start really tasting her. His mouth was pressed to her. She had imagined feeling the coarseness of his beard on her face, but now it was grazing against her legs, against the soft core of her. And it was a crippling feeling, she knew she wouldn’t be able to stand up steadily on her feet even if she tried now.
She felt Archer’s hands move down and cup her butt now as her legs spread wider and wider, inviting him in deeper. His tongue was thrusting, the same way his dick had thrust into her before, but his tongue was reaching her fleshy corners, stroking her in places nobody had before.
Ivy couldn’t help but moan, while Archer’s voice remained muffled, stuck to her there. She knew she was going to come soon. It was going to happen soon. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth had hung open. Nothing had ever felt this good.
“I see you started without me.” Leon’s voice jerked her up from the table.
Ivy lifted herself, a gasp escaping her lips. Leon was at the dining room door, two plastic bags hanging from his hands. There was a soft smile on his face, and his chocolate brown eyes seemed to be dancing.
“Archer, Archer.” Ivy gently touched the top of his head. But Archer seemed to be lost. Either he hadn’t noticed the presence of his brother at the door, or he didn’t care. But Ivy’s heart was racing. Leon was watching her; he was watching them. He was smiling at what they were doing. His brother’s head between Ivy’s legs, the way he was sucking on her, licking her there, thrusting his tongue deep into her repeatedly.
Ivy gulped and said his name again, but Archer didn’t look like he was going to stop.
What was going on? Ivy was confused, and slightly ashamed. She didn’t want Leon to see her like this. Even if he had given them the privacy to have sex, she didn’t want him to actually see them doing it. But she couldn’t make Archer stop, all her resolve was gone, he was still making her weak, making her feel so good. She was still on the brink of an orgasm.
She simply stared at Leon and he stared back at her, while Archer continued to lick her, forcefully, like he wasn’t about to stop unless she came.
Leon took in a deep breath and the plastic bags fell from his hands to the floor by the door. He wasn’t just going to keep standing there any more, he was coming in.