Sara’s POV
Slowly, teasingly, he ran his fingers along the damp fabric. My hips bucked up to meet him, seeking more contact, more friction. He obliged, rubbing my c**t through the thin barrier of my panties until I was writhing beneath him.
Archer's touch was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. I'd never been touched like this before, with such reverence and hunger. It was overwhelming in the best possible way.
"f**k," I gasped, my hips rocking against his hand. "That feels so good."
He rewarded me with a slow, sexy smile. "I want to make you feel even better," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive rumble.
Without warning, he slipped his hand beneath the waistband of my panties. His fingers slid through my slick folds, teasing my entrance before circli
