Page 58 of His to Save

She shifts against me, hitching her leg higher around my hips. She’s damn near straddling my thigh, and her pussy is way too close for comfort.

“Pip,” I whisper, brushing my fingertips over her shoulder. “You gotta roll over.”

Instead of rolling over, Nora ratchets up my torture bya lotas she slides her hand down from my chest to the waistband of my sweats. Her pinky finger is dangerously close to my dick, and I swear to God, it’s straining to rise up and meet her.

I know I could slip out of the bed. I could and I should. Unfortunately, my brain and body aren’t on the same page. Hell, they’re not even reading the same book.

My brain is shouting for me to be a gentleman, to hightail it out of the bed before something bad happens.

But my stupid, selfish body is warm and content and totally at peace.

Get your shit together,I scold myself, finally finding the willpower to move away from the little redheaded siren wrapped around me.

Only before I can, her hand slips down lower, and just like that, she’s palming my cock.

Fuck. Me.

“Nora,” I croak her name, trying with all my might to keep my body still. “You’ve gotta let me go.”

I should have bounced the second I woke up, but now she’s wrapped around me like an octopus, and I’m stuck.

She squeezes my dick, and even through my clothes, it sets me on fire. My hips buck involuntarily as a groan slips past my lips.

“Atlas?” she asks, her voice still thick with sleep.

“Yeah, Pip?” My voice sounds hoarse even to my own ears.

“I’m…touching you…” Her fingers give a little flex, as if to emphasize her words.

My throat bobs as I swallow. “You are.”Please don’t hate me…please don’t ever stop…

“You’re hard.” She scrapes her teeth over her lower lip as she looks up at me from beneath her long lashes.

“I am.” My cock pulses beneath her touch, as if it has a mind of its own.

Holy hell, how could I not be with Nora’s lithe little body pressed so snugly against mine?

“Does…does it hurt?” Her voice is this odd combination of curiosity and embarrassment. But she doesn’t need to be; she can ask me anything, any time.

“Nothing about your hand wrapped around my dick hurts, Nora.” I pinch my eyes shut and take a calming breath before looking at her. “If anything, it feels too good.”

“Are you sure? That face you just made looked pained.” She pouts, and all I want to do is kiss her pretty mouth.

“Pained because I like it.”Pained because I want you to slip your hands into my sweatpants so I can feel your skin on mine.I keep my answer short; Nora doesn’t need to know all of the filthy things tumbling around in my head.

“Can I see it?” Her cheeks go atomic as soon as the words leave her mouth. “OhmyGod, never mind. I-I can’t believe I just asked you that! What is wrong with me? Oh, God?—”

“Pip.” Something in the way I say her name has her lips snapping together like a rubber band. “There’s no part of me that you can’t see or touch anytime you want.”

“Really?” The word is nothing more than a breathy whisper.

“Really.” I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my sweats and drag them down, allowing my erection to spring free.

Her eyes bulge at the sight of it, causing a swell of masculine pride to rush through me.

“It’s so…” She gulps. “Big.”

I grin, and Nora rolls her eyes before looking her fill.

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