Page 68 of Claiming Atlas

I’d be ten kinds of embarrassed if it wasn’t the sexiest damn thing that’s ever happened to me.

Chapter Thirty

Atlas

I crawl up the bed and lay beside Kayla, licking my lips to savor every last drop of her. She tastes better than anything I’ve ever tasted, and I’m so fucking stoked I broke my no eating pussy rule. Maybe I’ll toss that rule into the garbage after this. I really am the one who suffers in the long run. If every pussy tasted like hers...

I look down the length of her body. Her pussy still glistens, and my dick twitches; she’s so relaxed right now, but I need to be inside her soon. I was attracted to her before, but watching her let go like that...

I press up against her side so she can feel what she does to me. Her eyes remain closed, but a soft smile pulls at her lips.

Trailing my fingers over her stomach, I take this time to soak her in, really memorize her, because after tonight, we’re strangers again. I study the way her lips are so full beneath a slightly pointed nose, the way her eyebrows arealmostperfect, but there’s one little cowlick or maybe a scar in the corner of the left one that keeps them from being twins. Her eyes are big and round, and when they’re closed like this, her eyelashes make these perfect half-moons—

“I didn’t know I could do that,” she whispers without opening her eyes.

I lick my lips and smile, then bring my hand to her tit and tease her nipple into a tight little eraser tip. “That was your first time?” I move my hand to the other nipple and tease it until it’s hard like its sibling. I’d hate to leave anyone out.

She pulls her bottom lip into her teeth and nods.

“You’re embarrassed?” I frown, squeezing her tit. If chicks had any idea how fucking sexy it is when they come undone like that...

She nods again and I lean over her. “Don’t be.” I press my lips against hers, and she opens her mouth to me, slowly, languidly, as if she’s too worn out to even move her lips. I kiss her slowly, matching the pace she sets, running my tongue along the length of hers until I can bring her back to me.

She sighs happily, then turns toward me, wrapping her arm around my neck. Her fingers slide into my hair, and her other hand finds my dick, and as her kiss intensifies, she tightens her grip on me and moves her hand up and down my length. I moan deep in my throat, then she breaks the kiss and pulls back, finally opening those gorgeous brown eyes.

She smiles, her eyelids still heavy. “Hi.”

“Welcome back.”

“I think I love you.” She laughs, and her cheeks turn pink.

I laugh too, then press my dick against her. “That’s the orgasm talking.”

Why did that word sound so good coming from her mouth?

She nods, then brings her lips to mine. “Let’s do that again.”

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