Page 119 of Chandelier Sin
Getting into position, I eased myself down onto him, biting my lip to endure the stretch as his cock threatened to penetrate.
“Wait,” he directed.
I gave a nod, trying to rally.
“Tilt your hips.” He brought his hands up to grip my hips, easing my pelvis back. “This way, so I don’t hit your cervix. That’s what you’re afraid of, right?”
I felt an intense rush of emotion at his insight, his attention to detail when it came to me. Like he knew my body and wasn’t even inside me yet.
Following his guidance, I positioned myself so that his tip rested where it could easily glide in, gently pushing downward, titling my butt back and arching my spine. It was easier this way, gentler, mypussy taut around him, but without the pain, instead I spasmed with pleasure.
I exhaled in relief.
“That’s right,” he soothed. “Move when you’re ready.”
I sank further, struck by the intensity of pleasure, ripples of delicious torment, as I soaked him with my arousal.
He reached up and cupped my breasts, sending a deep pang through my nipples and into my chest. When he pinched my nipples, I became wild and uncontrollable.
Atticus’ fingertip traced my clit, heightening my arousal.
I had no idea it could be like this. I wanted more.
Of him.
I was overwhelmed by this rare intimacy, the tender way he touched me, his firmhands gliding over my skin.
Was this an out of body experience?
He remained still as I rode him, flying high on these stunning sensations, carried away with passion and lust and something that felt a lot like love.
I was gripped with an intense joy as pleasure surged through me, the kind I’d never known before, akin to a flower finally unfurling.
My body went rigid as a never-ending bliss swept through me, coming hard, and harder still.
With clenched teeth, Atticus appeared to hold off, hold out for as long as possible, until he could no longer resist. His jaw went slack as he chased after his own release.
He dragged me toward him and kissed me fiercely, as though wanting to share private thoughts neither of us could say.
I collapsed on him, panting, smiling, feeling like we’d been lovers for longer. Atticus rolled onto his side, caressing my arm soothingly, and my skin responded to his touch.
Lying beside him, I realized what could have been if I’d met him before and chosen him instead.
He plucked some tissues out of a box beside his bed and reachedbetween my thighs, wiping me there, removing all evidence and then setting the tissues aside.
Resting my head on Atticus’ chest, I listened to his heartbeat. The rhythm sounded strong, like a beacon sayingthis is the way to freedom.
“Hey, you really do have a heart,” I jested.
“Who says I don’t?”
“Your reputation.”
“You’re clearly obsessed.”
I nuzzled against his neck and breathed him in. “You’re despicable.”
“Code for needing to fuck again.”
