A Bad Boy's Gift

Chapter 31

***Mature Content Incoming***

His lips on mine after days of being together but not being able to kiss him is like fire on ice, our kisses hungry, needing and wanting each other. Feeling the desperation in his touch tells me just how patient he's been, how gentle and kind he's been.

The hunger in his kisses and touches resonates through me, mirroring the hunger I have for him, making me realise what I've missed the past few days.

His hand holds my jaw as his kisses trace the underside of where he's holding. His hand rested on my waist, starts to grip harder, stronger but still gentle.

The hand that was on my jaw, moves to the buttons of his jeans. He frees himself and we both moan at the length and strength he holds in his hand. I look back to his eyes, allowing one hand to rest on his face while the other takes his length from his grasp into mine. I start gracefully sliding my hand along his length, staring deep into his soul, willing him to kiss me.

His mouth opens as I hold harder, and stroke faster. I adjust my grip, so my thumb and forefinger are towards the base of his dick. I continue slowly stroking, watching his expressions as he surrenders himself to me. After a few more strokes, I guide him to my entrance, feeling the warmth of our meeting makes my hips tilt to meet him.

"You sure, Baby? I don't want to hurt you." I don't take any time to think about my answer, just nod straight away.

Our eyes glue together as he stretches me, filling me in one swift motion. The stretch protesting almost sends me to the edge in one thrust. He leans in for a kiss, a mix of hunger and softness, neither one nor the other fully but a gentle splash of both.

I groan loudly as he starts moving. This time it doesn't take long for him to find his climax, especially after not having any action the past couple of days.

He collapses on top of me, still inside me, I can feel him soften. The sweat on his forehead, pooling on my chest.

I stroke his back with one hand and his hair with the other.

***Mature Content Concluded***

His breathing starts to slow down as he comes down from his high.

I start feeling a little cold, the duvet having been shoved to the bottom of the bed in our entanglement. Archer notices and climbs off of me, pulling the covers up to our chins.

He looks at me, a big cheeky grin spreading across his face while his eyes look lovingly into mine.

"Sorry I came quickly, River." A slight tingle of red to his cheeks showing me he's embarrassed. After all, the couple of times we've been together, he's had plenty of stamina.

"It's okay, I don't mind a quickie every now and then." I lean in to kiss his cheek, then snuggle my face into his neck.

I managed to keep a couple of crackers down with small sips of water before we need to pick the children up.

"Hudson has Alfie over tonight, so I'll pick them up." I say as I slide myself into a fresh pair of knickers, most of the semen having made its way into the household plumming so it's not sat inside me. A pair of black Gymshark Leggings, and a vest top that's open at the sides are my clothes of choice. I'm pretty sure the top is actually a mens but I like the cheeky view of my grey Calvin Klein bra underneath. My body and hair are clean after the past few days of being in bed, so I opt for clean clothes and straight hair. The outfit and bit of effort make me feel better and more myself already.