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It’s in these moments, I’m grateful I don’t require breathing. I want more.
She peers down at me, moaning, panting softly as our eyes meet. “Atticus.” She grows bolder, riding my tongue until I no longer have to guide her. I tease her entrance with a single finger, entering only as far as the first knuckle.
“Wait.” She stops and moves as though she means to unseat herself.
I wrap my arms around her legs again, staring up at her with a furrowed brow. “Did I hurt you?” I ask with grave concern. “Do you want to stop?”
The sound of her soft shy giggling reassures me. “No, I don’t want to stop.” She maneuvers around me, situating herself above me again backwards and reaches for my jeans. “But I want to taste you.”
My cock is already uncomfortably hard, but with quick success, she frees it from my pants and gawks at it.
“Oh my god.”
“What’s the matter?”
“Atticus,” she breathes. “I think a woman designed you.”
“What makes you say that?”
“You’re sobig.”
Her pussy is soaking wet, and I can’t see much past her thighs. “Is that good?”
She laughs. “Yes. Oh yes. That’s very good.”
I was about to ask her another question, but then her satin lips press against the tip of my cock and electricity shoots through my sensors. I bite back a groan as she slowly takes my dick into her mouth, one slow inch at a time. What I can’t see, I can sense—her tongue trailing me from base to tip and back again.
I bury my face into her slit, kissing and licking along her folds. I softly suck her clit, pumping two fingers steadily into her pussy.
Her heart is racing, heat rising. “Fuck. Atticus, I’m going to come. Oh, shit!” Her legs tense, trembling. “I’ve never come this fast...Atticus...”
I don’t stop, fingering her harder, tongue encircling her clit as she strokes my cock. Just the sound of her impending orgasm heightens my excitement, pulsing in her palm. Her entire body jolts like she’s been struck by lightning, her back arching. She moans my name in ecstasy, coming against my mouth.
I come with her, throbbing in her hand, my receptors sending waves of pleasure through me.
On unsteady hands and knees, she pulls away and repositions herself, gasping softly. “That was...I’m dizzy.”
My visual feeds take her all in again. Lucy’s curves, her beautiful skin, is covered with a light sheen of sweat. Her face is flushed.
She leans down and kisses me, giggling. “Is that what I taste like?”
“Sweet as sugar,” I reassure her, resting my hands on her rear. She peers below my waist. “What is it?”
She looks up at me in surprise. “You’re still hard.”
“Of course. My sexual response has been initiated. I won’t soften until you’re finished.”
She stares at me in astonishment, mouthing my own words, then kisses me harder, repeatedly. “You are perfect. So perfect.”
Her praise sends little thrills through my drives and I have to stop myself from preening like a bird with pride. I grin up at her as she aligns herself. With a soft gasp, she slowly takes all of me inside herself. My hands come to rest on her hips as she leans back, enjoying the view as she rides me.
The tempo doesn’t stay slow very long. She’s eager, riding me faster and harder, her breasts bouncing as I meet her hips with my own thrusts deep into her pussy.
“You’re so wet,” I mutter, clenching my jaw as another orgasm approaches me.
“I want you to come.” Lucy’s soft command is moments from unraveling my self-restraint. “Come inside me, Atticus.”
I all but short circuit. All of my thoughts and processes are a halting mess as I lose myself to this need she instills within me. I sit up and wrap my arms around her, her walls tightening around me. She throws her head back as though she means to scream, and I take her by the hair, pulling her into a hard and heated kiss to silence her as she rides out her release.
