A Bad Boy's Gift

Chapter 49

***Mature Content Coming Up***

I've barely got the key in the door before Archer's hands are on my waist trying to turn me around to kiss him. 

"Let me get us inside first," I chuckle, finally managing to unlock and open the door. I close it behind us and turn to kiss him without any hesitation. 

My tongue licks his bottom lip, asking for entry and am granted it immediately. Our tongues dance while our hands roam each other's bodies. One hand in his hair, the other sneaks up his shirt, feeling and tracing his smooth abs. Both of his hands gripping my waist as though desperate to not let go of me.

"River..." He grunts at me, seemingly desperate. 

His right hand leaves my waist and is suddenly holding my neck with his thumb under my chin, tilting my head to allow easier access for his tongue to enter my mouth. 

Our tongues continue their dance as Archer backs me up against the wall, not once breaking the connection between our lips. 

My hands find their way to the waistband of his jeans, undoing them as quickly as possible. I push them down with his boxers. 

I take his length in my hand and start stroking from head to tip. I feel him gasp into my mouth and a slight moan escapes him. The hand that was on my waist is now lying flat against the wall by my head. His breathing gets heavy against my lips and his kisses become sloppy. 

I rest my left hand against his chest and push him away slightly, a frown gracing his forehead at my lack of contact. I look into his eyes as I make my way to my knees. My eyes not breaking contact as I open my mouth and let my tongue lick out, licking from the base all the way up to his tip.

I make slow circles around the tip with my tongue as my hand pumps him slowly. I feel him twitch under me and a small drop of pre-cum is lapped up instantly. 

I keep my eyes on him until he closes them with pleasure, and then I look down at what I'm doing and take him into my mouth as deep as I can.

My head starts moving, bobbing against him. 

Both his hands are now flat against the wall with his head thrown back and his mouth open trying to breathe. 

"River, I won't last long enough if you don't stop soon," he says through gritted teeth, encouraging a smile from me as I pull my head away from him. He puts his hands under my arms and hoists me up. 

He pulls his clothes back up but doesn't do them up again. 

He takes hold of the hem of my blouse and removes it quickly then undoes the button on my trousers which slip off unbelievably quickly. He nudges my knickers off as well and I step out of my heels before my clothes. 

While I step out, he takes his shirt off and lets his jeans and boxers fall to the floor again, stepping out of them properly this time.

He pulls my lips to his again, his length resting against my belly, still slightly damp from my mouth. 

His kiss is passionate and deep before pulling himself away and spinning me around. 

I rest my hands on the wall as his feet nudge mine apart until I am open and waiting, I feel the heat and wetness between my legs as he leans down to kiss between my shoulder blades. His fingers make contact between my folds and he rubs gently. 

"I don't have much work to do, River, you're ready for me already." He whispers against my skin. 

I feel him rub the tip of his cock against my entrance, wetting himself, a moan escapes us both as he pushes in half an inch, teasing me. Pulls out all the way then back in an inch. The torture continues for a couple of slow thrusts which has me quivering already.