Page 49 of Atlas

He fucks me slow with that finger. It’s nowhere near enough and he knows that. That’s why he works me so leisurely and doesn’t go near my clit.

I try to swivel my hips and buck against his hand, but it’s hard because he’s behind me. All that I can do is push my ass back at him.

“Shower?” I suggest hopefully, so beyond ready to have my hands back so that I can trace and map his body, ending with a little wicked teasing of my own.

“That would wash off all my handiwork,” he complains.

He takes his fingers away and moves back like he’s punishing me for being impatient. I groan, trying to swivel around to face him, but he’s faster. He dodges around me, grasps my hips, and drops down onto his knees. He hikes me up by my ass, planting my legs on his shoulders just like I dreamed about, but the reality is so much better.

He runs his nose through my slit before he traces the same path with his tongue. He shuffles my legs wider on his shoulders, opening me up for him. He latches his mouth to me, filling me with his tongue.

I’d grasp his hair and ride his face if I could, but all I can do is shiver against the restraints. This is the hottest payback.

I was wrong. The hottest is still yet to come, when he swirls his tongue over my clit and notches two fingers at my entrance.

“I want to see you ride my fingers and fuck my face,babe. If you earn it, I might let you come.”

“Babe?” I rock my hips, pushing myself onto his fingers. He impales me on a hard stroke, curling them at the end to hit so deep inside of me that my body twinges with shock before pleasure ripples down my legs like hot lava. “That shouldn’t be so hot, but coming from you, I almost like it.”

“Do you want a third finger, babe?”

“If you babe me one more time I’m going to- to- oh. My. God.”

“What were you going to do?” he asks innocently as he adds a third finger, filling me so full that it aches, and pumping them until the stars I see are real in my galaxy, even if they’re not actually there in the room with us.

I rattle the bindings at my wrists, tugging and fighting madly, straining so hard that my shoulders ache.

Atlas doubles down, lashing my clit and humming against it, sending sweet vibrations through me while he works his fingers in that steady, brutal rhythm. Just like the last time, I ride his face with zero shame and zero reticence.

There’s nothing I’d consider wrong if he wanted to try it.

What Atlas is doing is so good because it’s so meaningful. That base of friendship, that emotion, all those days and nights, memories and moments. That’s what makes this ten times better than anything I’ve ever known before.

I never understood why people would want to not have sex. I enjoyed sex very much. I know now that I had no real idea. I enjoyed the physical aspect, but I could give that to myself if I wanted. What Atlas gives me, I can’t find in any other person. He’s under my skin, in my heart, but he’s in my mind too.

All the parts of me cherish all the parts of him.

I couldn’t understand that until I experienced it.

I’m experiencing it now, now that he’s all around me, inside of me, his scent and his sounds, his aura and his energy surrounding me.

He’s fucking me like nothing else in the world exists. He’s losing himself in me as I’m losing myself in him. It’s that elemental joining that blows my mind, and the next time Atlas sweeps his tongue over my clit, I writhe and whimper, moan and buck, thrash and explode.

The pleasure eviscerates me, a black hole that I let suck me in and own me. I fall into it, and suddenly I’m really falling.

Not metaphorically.

But into air.

Atlas catches me, buffering my fall so that he hits the concrete hard, his arms wrapping around me to shield me from the ground. He takes the blow right in the back so hard that I can practically hear his tailbone grind into dust.

My face is tucked into the crook of his neck and my body is folded at an odd angle, my legs splayed out over him, but I didn’t feel the impact at all.

I twist around and stare at the ceiling. The restraints are still tight on my wrists.

I must have gone a little bit too wild because the hook that was holding everything up is no longer in the beam.

“Atlas!” I shove up, pressing down on his chest too hard by accident. He groans as his breath rushes out. I just winded him again. “Are you hurt?”

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