By the time it registers in my head that what’s happening, Archer has already pried the seam of my lips open with his tongue.
As he licks the inside of my mouth, my instincts kick into gear. I thread my hands into his curls and pull. The action makes his actions more fervent. His hands dig into the skin around my waist then start grabbing at my lower back.
He grabs my ass and a whine escapes from the back of my throat and reverberates in my lips. Archer groans in response and presses further into me. My back hits something hard and I realize he’s got me pinned against a bookshelf.
I dive farther into him, trying to touch every bit of his mouth. I’m thirsty for him and licking up every drop he gives me in a desperation I’ve never felt before. I can’t get enough of him.
He comes back
