Risque

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

          We ate our dinner, and I could not believe how romantic Archer was. A few months ago, I would have thought you were lying if you told me that he would do all this for me.

          “And this would have been the point where I would have proposed, but someone ruined that,” Archer smirked.  

          “Well, at least this way we have more time for sex,” I said without thinking. I hadn’t really meant to say it out loud. I felt my face go red, and Archer stood up. His eyes were dark with lust, and he breathed heavily. He quickly pushed everything on the table to the floor, the next thing I knew, I was laying on the table with Archer on top of me.

          Archer’s hands tangled in my hair, his lips kissing me with such intensity that it made my toes curl. I frantically clawed at his shirt, peeling it off of him. His hand reached under my dress, pulling it up slightly.

          “What’s this?” he asked, pulling away. He peeled off my dress and smirked. I felt my face heat up.

          “Is this new?” he asked, obviously admiring the new addition to my lingerie collection.

          “Did you buy this for me?” he asked, smirking. I knew my face was a violent shade of red. I avoided his eyes, burying my face into my hands.

          “Oh no, you’re not going to be coy with me,” Archer said, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head.

          “Did you buy this for me?” he asked again. I looked up at him, biting my lip.

          “Yes,” I mumbled.

          “Oh we are so christening every room of the house,” he growled, kissing me.

          “I love you. I mean, seriously. If this is what you wear for your birthday, I can’t wait for my birthday,” Archer said, and I felt my face go even deeper red.

          “You don’t have to be embarrassed,” he said, “Princess, you look amazing. I literally want to rip them off, but then I wouldn’t be able to see them again.”

          I laughed, and his lips attacked mine again. I reached for the button of his jeans and we quickly tossed them aside. He unclasped my bra and I pulled down his boxers, freeing his massive erection.

          Just as I did this, his cell phone began ringing loudly.

          “Let it go to voicemail, it’s not important,” Archer panted. I nodded.

          He pulled down my panties softly, tossing them behind him. He stood up, slamming into me roughly, and I moaned. He pulled my legs up, putting them over his shoulders, slamming into me deeper than before.

          I moaned loudly with each of his thrusts, picking up my hips from the table and met his thrusts. His phone rang again, and I sighed, frustrated.

          “Don’t worry, princess, you are my number one priority, they can wait,” Archer said, continuing with his deep, rough thrusts. He thrust one last time, and I hit my orgasm, moaning out Archer’s name. He came right after me, pulling out and cumming on my stomach.

          We rode out our orgasms, and Archer lay beside me on the table. He kissed me softly on the lips, and I smiled. He got up, and I figured he was going to answer his phone, but instead, he picked up his shirt, wiping his juices off of my stomach.