Page 118 of Atlas
“Aaahh!!!” I groaned when my cock jerked inside Jolene as spurt after spurt of semen shot against her cervix.
“Yes, Atlas, yes.” She squeezed my hand and leaned her head back, baring her throat to me. It was fucking beautiful, and with all my weight, I lay down on top of her and bit her shoulder.
“Auch,” she breathed and buried her hands in my hair. “Was that the wolf?”
“Nah, it’s me. It was always me.” It had taken me a long time to accept it, but thanks to Jolene, I was no longer at war with my sexuality.
She tightened her arms around my neck and nuzzled her nose against mine. When I kissed her, I felt tears on her cheeks.
“You okay?”
“I’m just so happy that it’s hard to breathe.”
I smiled and rolled to her side. “Maybe breathing will be easier if I’m not squashing you.”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I just had this thought that I’m grateful to Niklavs. Without him chasing me out of California, I never would have met you.” She rolled onto her side, and we were nose to nose again. “You’re the love of my life, Atlas.”
“And you’re the love of my life.”
We were smiling wide, and then I placed a hand on her belly. “I’m going to enjoy every second with you until I have to share you.”
Jolene poked my nose with hers. “Then, I hope you enjoy folding laundry because you’re helping me get it done.”
“Can’t we just get a maid?”
“I don’t see one here tonight, so you’re on duty while I look at the work I promised Diane. I told you I didn’t have time to fool around.”
“Don’t worry about the work. I know Diane’s boss. He’ll understand you had important matters to attend to.” I winked.
“Very funny, but you don’t get to pull the boss card. A promise is a promise.”
“Fine. I’ll fold the laundry, but don’t press my sperm out yet. I want you to put your legs up against the wall. My swimmers are on an important mission.” I handed her a tissue that Jolene used to wipe between her legs, and then I walked naked and whistling down the hallway and picked up my clothes from the floor.
Most of the laundry lay in neat piles already, but as I picked up a pair of Jolene’s pants, I held them up in front of me. Very soon, they could be too tight around her waist.
“Atlas,” Jolene called out to me from the bedroom.
“Yes?”
“How long do I need to have my legs up for?”
“I don’t know.”
“But I need to fetch my computer to do my work.”
“I’ll bring it to you.”
“Can you bring a glass of water too?”
“What am I, your butler?”
“I’m happy to do it myself, but you’re the one who insisted that I stay in bed.”
I grabbed her computer and a bottle of water from the fridge and went to her. “Here you go.”
“Thank you. You make a sexy… wait, what’s the word for a male maid?”
“A footman.”
