Secret Sins (32 page)

There was a hunger in Archer’s kiss that Anna hadn’t felt before, a need she hadn’t
known could exist, except in her.

When his lips covered hers, gently—oh God, so gently—his lips moved over hers, rubbing
against them, stroking, warming them as sensation mixed with emotion to flare in heated
pulses rushing through her.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Anna parted her lips further as she eagerly accepted
the deeper intensity that filled the kiss.

This was what she had needed.

This was what she had ached for.

As Archer’s lips devoured hers, his tongue pushing and teasing hers, the hard curve
of his knee tucked high between her thighs. The heated warmth against the sensitive
flesh of her silk-covered pussy pulled a moan from her lips. It was so good. It was
the most incredible kiss she had experienced. Even in her deepest fantasies she hadn’t
known a kiss that fired her blood, her heart and soul, as well as her pleasure, at
once.

The slow arch and lift of her hips rubbed the aching flesh against his knee, blindly
following the sensations suddenly tearing through her.

Burying her fingers in his hair, Anna licked at his lips as he had hers. As she moved
into his kiss, a muted cry of pleasure was lost beneath the harsh male groan that
rumbled in his chest. The combined sounds of pleasure moving through her senses, multiplying
the intensity of her pleasure.

Tightening her thighs on his knee, Anna slid her fingers from his nape, along his
neck, then to his chest. Lowering her other hand, instinct and need guiding her actions,
Anna was pushing at the material of his shirt, needing to feel his flesh against her
own.

*   *   *

As the soft cotton slid over his powerful shoulders, catching on his hard biceps,
Archer suddenly lifted himself from her, jerking the shirt off and letting it fall,
forgotten, to the floor.

Lowering himself to her again, the sight of the short skirt pushed above the silk
of her panties as she rode the hard curve of his knee drew a harsh groan from his
throat.

God, what she did to him.

How the hell had he forced himself to wait to have her like this? To touch her, to
taste her?

The pleasure was a high he was quickly becoming addicted to.

Fuck, she was killing him.

Lowering his hands to her thighs, Archer pushed the skirt back further. His jaw clenched
at the sight of her silk-covered pussy rubbing against his knee, the moist heat dampening
her panties.

Holding back a desperate groan, Archer lifted his hands to the buttons of her thin
blouse, hurriedly releasing them as her lashes lifted.

Her hands flattened against his stomach, smoothing up over his chest, spreading a
heated wave of pleasure over his flesh as the silk of her hands caressed him.

“Anna,” he groaned, as her hands moved to the belt of his jeans.

How the hell was he going to maintain his control when her hunger was like a flame
licking over his flesh?

Lifting her, he quickly pushed her blouse from her shoulders, forcing himself to patience
as it fell from her arms.

Her fingers loosened his belt, pushed it aside, then tugged at the snap of his jeans.

“I want to touch you.” The husky need in her voice had his thighs tightening further
as she struggled with the zipper of his jeans until it, too, parted beneath her trembling
fingers.

Archer breathed in roughly as she parted the jeans, gripped the thick length of his
cock, then eased it from the fabric.

The broad head flared, thick and smooth, the flesh dark with the need to fuck her,
as Archer eased her back on the couch. Pushing his fingers beneath the skirt he gripped
the side of her panties and tore the silk from her hips.

He would buy her more later.

Anna shuddered, exquisite pleasure rushing through her in a wave of fierce, heated
sensation.

“Oh God,” she breathed out, the sound ragged and rough as Archer moved lower, spreading
her thighs apart as he came down between them.

His fingers brushed against the top of her mound.

Damn, he loved her pussy.

Soft curls covered the mound above her clit. Below them was sweet, silken pink flesh
saturated and glistening with slick, hot, feminine honey.

Archer licked his lips, took his finger, and eased it up the narrow slit, feeling
the slickness of her wet heat as more flowed from her hot little pussy.

“So pretty,” he murmured, circling the hard, swollen bud of her clit.

He felt mesmerized, fucking drunk on the temptation of that wet heat lying slick and
glistening on her swollen folds.

Easing her thighs further apart, Archer felt her heels digging into the couch as her
hips arched again, the soft curves of her delicate little pussy parting again, flashing
the pretty, soft pink flesh at the entrance of her vagina.

“Archer, I don’t know—” A whimpering moan fell from her lips. “I don’t know—what you
do to me.”

The sound of her arousal, the need in her voice, had his muscles tightening, the temptation
of her tearing at his control.

“I’m loving you, Anna,” he promised her, his hand flattening against her belly to
hold her in place. “I’m loving you, baby.”

And God, how he wished love, the love she ached so desperately for, actually existed.
He would give it to her. He would fill her life with it. He would give her so much
damned love she would never remember what it felt like not to have love.

For now, all he could do was give her the illusion, but that illusion—

It rose inside him, overtook him, and for a while, for just a little while, Archer
let himself believe it could exist.

Lowering his head, Archer slid the tip of his tongue through the narrow slit of her
swollen folds. The silken flesh parted, the sweet honey of her juices clinging to
his tongue as he licked and stroked the sensitive flesh.

Sliding his hands beneath her hips as she lifted to him, Archer worked his tongue
from her clit to the clenched, heated opening of her pussy, feeling the snug, tight
opening flex against his tongue, trying to draw it inside the heated depths.

Staring up at her as she pushed her fingers through his hair, Archer licked his lips
again, held her gaze, then swiped his tongue quickly through the swollen slit as her
cry of pleasure echoed around them. The sweet spice of her feminine heat exploded
against his senses, the sweet, heated taste of her drawing him back for more.

Anna felt her breath catch, then rush through her lungs as his tongue slid through
the swollen, sensitive folds of her pussy.

Her clit throbbed in impending release, sending a rush of brutal need to tighten her
nipples as her clit throbbed with a deep, pulsing demand.

As his gaze held hers, his tongue working through her pussy, licking, stroking, Anna
was certain she couldn’t bear the pleasure.

“Ah, Anna, I swear the taste of your pussy makes me drunk. All I thought about today
was tasting you.” His tongue licked along her slit again. “Sucking your pretty clit.”
A sucking kiss was delivered to the little bud. “And stroking my tongue as deep inside
you as it’ll go.”

His tongue pierced the entrance, pushing inside, stroking along nerve endings that
flared in heated response. As his head came back, his fingers found the entrance instead,
pushing inside her again. the tight depths requiring several stretching thrusts before
they lodged fully inside her.

“Archer, oh God, it’s so good,” she moaned, her hips pressing his fingers deeper,
riding them with tight, desperate movements. Forcing her pussy against the impalement
as pleasure rushed through her senses.

His lips covered the hard bud of her clit, surrounding it with the wet heat of his
mouth. Anna whimpered with the sensations as he began suckling it, slow and easy.
His mouth and tongue worked the little bud, the fingers buried inside her fucking
her with deep, rhythmic motions.

“Oh God, Archer, yes” she moaned, the pleasure tightening through her pussy, her clit,
building in her womb as she cupped her breasts. Her thumbs and forefingers caught
the little buds, working them firmly and sending sharp peaks of pleasure slashing
along an erogenous path to her clit.

Archer’s lips tightened on her clit, his tongue flickering against it now. The thrust
and rub of his fingers inside her, the heavy male growls of pleasure vibrating against
the tender bud, overwhelmed her.

Sensation exploded through her in sharp, body-jerking bursts as she came around his
fingers a breath before her clit exploded against his tongue.

As her vagina clenched and rippled in waves of fiery sensation, her clitoris exploded,
shards of sharpened ecstasy racing through her as she screamed his name. Pressed tight
against his thrusting fingers and suckling lips, his tongue keeping the fiery storm
of rapture racing through her clit, Anna could do nothing but arch, her hands clenching
in his hair, her hips lifting to him as the obliteration of her senses continued.

Perspiration coated her flesh as a cry of completion became a wail of continued ecstasy.
Shuddering, her body jerking against him with each violent pulse of rapture, Anna
was certain she would die in his arms before it would end. But as she collapsed against
the couch, her breathing harsh as Archer’s fingers slowly slid from her inner flesh,
she admitted she might live.

She might.

Forcing her eyes open, she watched as Archer sat at the side of the couch, jerking
his boots off before standing and quickly shedding his jeans.

Anna forced herself to sit up, sliding around until she faced him her gaze locked
on the flared, heavily throbbing crest of his cock.

She licked her lips, seeing the bead of pre-come that glistened at the tip.

“If you wrap that pretty mouth around my dick, I won’t stop until I’m pumping my come
down your throat,” he warned her as he watched the intent fill her gaze.

The explicitness of the warning shouldn’t have sent her juices spilling again, and
her clit immediately throbbing in interest.

But it did. And, she realized, it had curiosity filling her just as quickly as the
lust.

She’d never had that, and she realized she wanted it. She wanted to experience everything
with Archer. When this was over and he walked away, she wanted to know every act with
him.

She wanted to know what it meant to belong to him.

“But I want to wrap my lips around your dick,” she said softly, watching his expression
as it tightened and brutal lust filled his face.

Leaning forward, his hard body pressed her into the back of the couch as his hand
braced against the top of the cushions. Archer gripped the base of his cock, the flared
crest pressing against her lips.

“Ah baby,” he groaned as her head tilted back, the angle of the penetration allowing
her gaze to connect with his.

“Fuck, I love your mouth.” Burying the fingers of one hand in her hair, a heavy grimace
tightened his face. “Sweet, hot, sucking mouth … That’s it, baby, suck my dick. Let
me fuck those pretty lips.”

Fingers clenched tighter in her hair, his hips moved, thrusted the head of his cock
into her mouth. With each thrust her tongue licked and stroked with heavy demand,
pushing Archer closer to the brink of release.

Sliding her hands up his thighs, Anna found the tight, heated sac beneath his cock
as a heavy groan filled the air. Stroking the taut flesh, feeling his cock head throb
against her tongue, Anna tightened her lips around him. One hand stroked the hard
shaft, the other cupped and caressed his balls as her need for him overwhelmed her.

*   *   *

Watching the flared crest of his cock as he thrust it slow and easy inside her mouth,
Archer groaned desperately at the draw of her mouth against the sensitive head.

Controlling the thrust of his hips, he felt the depth of his penetration into her
exquisite heat was killing him. The need to fuck her hard and deep had his balls throbbing,
the blood pounding hard and heated through the engorged length of his dick.

God, he loved the feel of her mouth.

“So sweet.” Watching his cock stretch her lips, redden them, was so damned arousing
he couldn’t believe it.

He’d never had lust grab him by the balls in the ways it did with Anna. There was
no maintaining his control and no way in hell to hold back with her. She did things
to him he couldn’t explain and couldn’t make sense of.

As her tongue licked and rubbed beneath the flared crest, her mouth enveloping it
with innocent heat, her expression cleared of the somber pain that had filled it.
Her eyes were no longer dark with the misery trapped inside her, or the fears haunting
her.

And she was stripping him to the very core of who and what he was, Archer realized.

He’d never known pleasure like this. He’d never known the pleasure could burn through
the depths of her body as it did with her.

Fiery heat surrounded the head of his dick, her mouth drawing at it. Pleasure stroked
straight to his balls as the need to come began to overwhelm everything else.

Staring into her eyes, lost in the dark depths of the emotions swirling in her gaze,
the intensity of those emotions pulling him under, pulling him in—

Archer meant to pull free of her. The intent had been to fuck her pretty mouth only
to the point of coming. He’d had no true intention of giving her his release in such
a way.

As her mouth tightened, her tongue pressing and rubbing against the ultrasensitive
nerve endings, her fingers lightly rubbed against his balls. Archer stared into her
eyes and saw emotions he couldn’t define. Yet he could feel them resonating inside
him until his control shattered and his release erupted from his cock.

There was no warning.

One second he was ready to pull back, the next second his come was spurting from the
head of his cock and filling her tight, sucking mouth in rapid pulses of semen that
jetted from the tip.