Chapter Three: The Lovers

Warning: This chapter is a lemon! If lemons aren't your style, then don't read this one and skip to Chapter Four

Two months had passed since Cara had moved in, and everyday Archie grew to be more in love with her. Her beauty, her wit, her intelligence, her gentle spirit and her laugh; all of these shook him to the core, and the idea of losing her caused him to mourn. He wanted her more after each day, until finally it felt as if his longing would cause him to explode.

One day he had unknowingly walked into the bathroom and seen Cara in the shower. The image of her naked was forever burned into his memory, with her pale smooth skin, full breasts, slender waist, curvy hips, plump buttocks, and long, long legs. He could picture those thin, long legs wrapped around his waist as he made love to her, both of them moaning in pleasure. He shook the thought from his head the best he could, but the damage had been done. He was now hard. He left the bathroom before Cara could notice his presence and went to his bedroom, locking the door.

Cara stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her torso and hair. She dried herself off and unwrapped her hair, shaking it out. She ran a brush through it, and then got dressed. She stepped out of the bathroom and found Archie's door to be locked. Puzzled, she rapped her knuckles on the door three times. "Archie? Are you alright?"

Archie was starting to panic. The woman he loved was on the other side of the door, and here he was, pumping his cock with the thought of her riding him furiously. Her voice only turned him on more. He stopped for a moment and bit back the whine that tried to escape his lips. "I'm fine Cara. Just a bit under the weather."

"Oh. Well then I'll make you some soup and bring it to you. I'll knock when it's ready and you just make sure the door's unlocked."

"Yes ma'am I will do that."

Cara turned from the door a bit concerned. Archie's voice was so breathless and strained. The poor man must be truly sick.

Archie thrust his hips into his hand, trying to hurry his orgasm so Cara would not know about his attraction to her. Her name fell from his lips in hushed reverent groans, and his hand squeezed tighter around his cock as he imagined her calling his name. If this had been real, he would make sure his Cara would orgasm first, and then he would take care of himself. But alas, it obviously was not real, as he lay in his bed pumping his cock and trying to take care of himself. He growled. He was so damn close to his release. "Fuck," he groaned softly. He imagined Cara having a mischievous glint in her eyes as she would squeeze around him and say in a husky voice "Language lieutenant." The very thought of that almost made him cum. He kept thinking of her; how her breasts would bounce as she bounced on his cock, how she would moan and squirm, clenching around him and snogging him. Finally with one last hard thrust, he imagined her orgasm and how her face would look as he came. He lazily pumped his hand through his orgasm, and then released his softening cock. He sighed happily, spent. Then he heard the knocking on his door.

"Archie? I have your soup made. It's your favorite! I also brought you a glass of scotch and water if you like."

He groaned as his cock grew hard again. "I'll be there soon." He dressed in a way that hid his hardness and then answered the door. He felt his cock twitch at the sight of her sweet face. "Damn," he thought. "Thank you so much Cara."

Cara smiled and Archie's cock twitched yet again, earning a groan from him. She looked concerned, and held a hand against his cheek. "Oh Archie, you're positively burning up. You need to get in bed right away."

"I need to get in bed alright. I need to bed you," Archie thought. "Yes ma'am."

"Let me get you a tray." Cara turned around and left to fetch a tray, her hips and bottom swaying as she walked. Archie groaned and returned to the bedroom.

"Fuck decency, I am going to take care of this now," he thought. He grabbed his cock and started pumping, this time thinking of how he would make love to her, slow and gentle at first, and then leave her screaming his name. He groaned and moaned, repeating her name like a song.

Cara walked into the bedroom, confused to hear Archie groaning and moaning, and also somewhat concerned. She quickly saw what was going on, and began blushing furiously, but she couldn't move. It was as if her feet had become statues. She watched Archie pump his thick, long cock, and soon felt a wetness begin to develop between her legs. She squirmed and let out a soft whimper.

Archie groaned and looked up. He stopped, shocked. "C-Cara! Oh my God I am so sorry!" Archie immediately wrapped the blanket around his waist and went to her.

Cara looked at him. "You like me?"

Archie blushed. "Cara I love you. I would do anything, I would move hell and earth and the heavens for you. I would die for you. I would live for you."

Cara blushed. "I like you too Archie. Maybe even love you."

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"Oh no you're fine! Honestly!" Cara was beet red at this point.

Archie smiled softly, and God did Cara think that smile was seductive. "Would you like some help with that?" He gestured to her legs. Cara blushed even harder.

"You really don't have to if you don't want to."

"I want to."

Archie could scarcely believe what he was hearing. This sweet, shy, devastatingly beautiful girl wanted him as he wanted her? This was too good to be true.

Cara somehow managed to pluck up her courage; she stood up on tiptoe and gently kissed Archie on the lips, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Archie returned the kiss with fervent reverence, picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. Cara gasped softly into the kiss, and Archie smirked, knowing she was blushing furiously. He pulled away for air, and started placing kisses down her neck as she shivered. He placed her gently on his bed, and began undressing her slowly, kissing every inch of skin as it became revealed to him. When she was fully undressed, he stood over her a moment, taking in her beauty and perfection. He saw her stretch marks and scars, her callouses and bumps, and in those he saw a beautiful, perfect painting of his Cara. He got on the bed above her kissed her, slowly and passionately.

Cara snaked a hand into his hair and gently tugged, urging him to give her more. He growled and complied, rubbing his cock against her wet opening. She gasped and moaned softly, wrapping her leg around his waist more tightly. He groaned and started to thrust in, and Cara winced.

Huskily, Archie whispered, "Oh you're a virgin aren't you? Don't worry love, I'll be gentle." He slowly thrusted inside her, filling her to her capacity.

Cara gasped and moaned, feeling a tiny burst of pain. She felt so full, like she was about to burst. She shifted underneath Archie until she felt a sharp pang of pleasure run through her. She shivered and nodded up at Archie. "You can move now."

Archie slowly pulled out and then thrusted in, groaning. It was more perfect than he had imagined. He kissed Cara gently, and kept thrusting into her, hearing her sighs and quiet moans. They only turned him on more, and he struggled to keep himself from fucking her into the pillows. He wanted to make love to her, he wanted to show her how much he loved her. He moved slowly and gently, rubbing against her and holding her close.

Cara was enjoying herself more than she had thought possible. Her mother had talked about this, but her mother hadn't sounded like she had enjoyed it. But Archie was different from her father. Archie was all she could think of right now, how he felt inside her, and how she could feel his heart beating against her own. They were connected, both spiritually and physically.

Archie slowly started to up his pace. Cara moaned and wrapped her legs more tightly around his hips. Archie groaned and moved faster and harder at Cara's urging, still snogging her.

Cara was beginning to see stars. She couldn't help but think about how much she loved this man, and how she wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of her life with him. She felt her orgasm approaching, and she was a bit disappointed. She had wanted this to last longer.

Archie groaned as he pulled away from kissing her, focusing on ramming her as hard as he could. He felt his orgasm approaching and he tried to hold back. He wanted Cara to cum first.

Cara met Archie's thrusts, gripping his shoulders. Archie suddenly hit a spot inside her that sent a bundle of sparks throughout her body, and she cried out in pleasure. "Archie right there!"

Archie growled softly and tasked himself to hitting this spot as hard and as often as he could. Each time he did so he was rewarded with a loud lusty moan.

Cara felt herself getting hotter and hotter, until finally the knot in her stomach exploded and she came.

Archie thrusted through Cara's orgasm until he came himself, groaning into her neck as he did so.

They both came down from their high together, and Archie held Cara to him as long as he could until he pulled out of her. Cara shivered and snuggled closer to Archie, obviously sleepy from their efforts. Archie pulled her on top of his chest, snuggling her and running a hand through her hair.

Cara smiled up at him. "I love you Archie Hicox."

Archie grinned. "I love you too Cara Dreyfuss." He pressed a kiss to her forehead as she succumbed to sleep, and he followed her shortly.