Page 59 of Broken Halos
“Not as good as you taste, baby.”
I reached beneath the garter belt to pull his panties down far enough to release his cock. It sprung forward and landed eagerly on the tongue waiting for it. I wasted no time working him in and out of my mouth knowing he had to be close to exploding by that point.
“I won’t last long if you keep it up, baby,” he said huskily.
“I suppose it’s my fault,” I said, leaning back to sit on my heels. Archie’s cock jutted proudly from his body, looking flushed and angry from being hard for so long. I took my time working open the buttons of my shirt while he ripped his open, sending tiny buttons scattering to the floor. I rose to my feet so I could finish undressing until I was completely naked and Archie wore only his stockings, garter belt, and panties pushed to mid-thigh. I retrieved the supplies we needed from the drawer in the coffee table then shoved it out of the way like a man possessed. I climbed onto the couch, rested my forearms on the back of the sofa, and jutted my spread ass cheeks toward him. “Enough foreplay.”
Archie chuckled while he rolled the condom on his dick then squirted lube onto his fingers. I sluttily moaned when he worked me open because I was moments away from getting what I’d craved all night long. “Feel good, baby?”
“Divine,” I said when I felt Archie line the head of his cock to my hole and push against it.
I earned another warm chuckle, but it died the minute my greedy ass pulled him in deeper. “This will be fast and hard,” he said which was the only warning I got before he pushed in to the hilt, pulled back out until only the tip of his cock remained inside me, and drove his hips forward again hard enough to rock the couch slightly. Archie pulled my hair, curving my neck back just how I liked it and started a pounding rhythm which had me coming so hard and fast my vision dimmed. Archie’s orgasm was only a few strokes behind mine, and he hoarsely shouted my name when he filled the condom.
“Now that we’ve taken the edge off,” I said when he pulled out of me and flopped down on the couch, “perhaps you’d like to see the surprise I have for you.”
“Surprise? What surprise? Is this an anniversary or something?”
I thought his panic was endearing and adorable. “I knew how you’d react when you saw the drawing at the museum and thought I’d surprise you with a piece of my art you can hang on your bedroom wall.”
“Why not the dining room or living room?” Archie asked with a furrowed brow. “There’s nothing inappropriate about a bridge is there?”
“I didn’t draw a bridge for you, Arch. I drew something a little bit more…personal.”
I was suddenly overcome with nerves. What if he didn’t like it? I thought it was my best work to date, but he might take one look at it and feel appalled. What if he felt objectified?
“Well, where is it?” he asked excitedly.
“It’s in my bedroom.”
Archie leaped from the couch, pulled his underwear up for better mobility, and extended a hand to help me up. “No one has ever created a drawing just for me. I cannot wait to see what you’ve done.” Archie hopped onto the bed and crossed his legs seductively, almost distracting me from retrieving his gift. “I want my present,” he demanded like a diva.
I crossed to my closet and pulled the framed drawing out and carried it to the bed, so the front was facing me. “I won’t be upset if you don’t l—”
Archie leaned forward and snatched the frame then turned it around to see the drawing. “Oh my God,” he whispered in awe. “Did you draw it from the picture you saved on your phone.”
I nodded. “Do you like it?”
Archie looked at the drawing I made of him removing his stockings the first night we made love. His foot was arched elegantly on the toilet lid as he pushed the stockings toward his knee. I tried so hard to capture all the facets of him that I loved so much, the masculine tone of his gorgeous body, the feminine frills that made him feel powerful, and the hunger in his eyes when he’d looked at me.
“I love it,” he whispered in awe, tracing the line of his back. “It’s the most beautiful gift anyone has ever given me.” He looked at me with tears in his eyes. “I don’t just mean the drawing, Ollie.” Archie rose up from the bed and gently set the frame down like it was a prized treasure. “I’m talking about your love, and the way you see me—all of me. I love you so damn much.”
“I love you too, Arch.”Always. Forever. Until death do us part.I looked forward to adding those words to our declarations someday.
IKNEW WHEREI’D FINDOllie when I stepped out of the shower the next morning. He was going through his preaching day preparations which basically just included making oatmeal for breakfast. I noticed the extra ingredients he added to the oatmeal base changed with the season. His fall combinations included cranberries, cinnamon, nutmeg, and pecans. I looked forward to seeing how he changed it up for winter and spring. There was a new aroma wafting down the hallway, one I was quite familiar with and was accused of being addicted to. Bacon!
I dried off and grabbed a pair of my sweats and a T-shirt from the dresser drawers Ollie assigned me. I loved having drawers at his place, just as I loved seeing his things in the dresser at my house. I loved how our lives became more and more entwined every day. Ollie was never far from my mind, and I knew he felt the same way from the texts he sent when we were apart. We had the love I’d always hoped to find, and I belonged to him in ways I never dreamed possible.
“Changing things up, I see,” I said when I entered the kitchen. Ollie had just slid the last piece of bacon on a plate lined with paper towels to soak up the extra grease. “That’s the best-looking bacon I’ve ever seen.”
“This is the secret to creating the best of anything,” Ollie said, gesturing to his ancient-looking cast iron skillet. “Ole Bessie never lets me down.”
“You name your skillets?”
“The name came with the skillet when I inherited it. I did tease Millie by saying I would change the name. She threatened to take the skillet to my head.”
“She’d never do such a thing.”
“I don’t know,” Ollie said. “I saw her chase a fox with Ole Bessie when it tried to get her chickens.” I laughed at the image springing to mind while Ollie chuckled over the memory. “She’s something else, my mama.” He shook his head and smiled ruefully. “She also told me to eat food while it’s hot. Can you grab plates and bowls, Arch?”