“You shouldn’t blame yourself. That guy is nuts. If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll stay away. I won’t be so restrained next time.”
Once we’re inside my house, Atlas leads me into the living room and carefully checks my wrist. “You’re going to have one hell of a bruise. That son of a bitch.”
I reach up carefully and stroke his dark hair. “Having you here makes me feel better. I need to take my mind off everything that’s happened.”
“Have you got any ice?”
“Take a look in the freezer. I’m not sure I have any ice cubes.”
Atlas goes into the kitchen and there’s the sound of rummaging. He comes back holding a carton of ice cream and a spoon. He holds them up, his eyes sparkling. The dim lighting in the room highlights his chiseled features, making my heart race. He scoops a generous dollop of ice cream onto the spoon before slowly advancing toward me.
"Open up," he orders. I part my lips and he slips the spoon in gently, watching as I savor the cold sweetness melting on my tongue before swallowing it with a sigh. He holds the carton against my wrist as he feeds me more.
"Your turn," I murmur, taking the spoon from him. Carefully, I dig it into the soft ice cream before bringing it up to his mouth. He keeps his eyes on me and my fingers brush against his stubbly chin, sending sparks through my core. Keeping the carton against my sore wrist, he takes the spoon from me and crushes his lips on mine. He tastes of cookies and cream, his lips and tongue cold, and my nipples pebble under my dress.
My breath hitches as he keeps the kiss going while his big hands trace my curves.
“Little comet, you are so fucking gorgeous,” he growls against my mouth. His fingers trace a path over my silky dress, heating every inch of skin. I moan as his thumb rolls across an already hard nipple through the fabric.
My fingers scrabble to unbutton my dress, until I’m standing there in my bra and panties. My cheeks heat up under his intense gaze. He unclasps my bra, letting it drop to the floor, and his mouth descends on one nipple, sucking it softly while his fingers tease the other. His tongue is still cool from the ice cream.
“Am I keeping you distracted?” Atlas asks, looking up at me. Without waiting for an answer, he gently picks me up and carries me upstairs into the bedroom, the carton of ice cream still in his hand.
I can’t speak, my eyes wide as he takes a spoon of the ice cream and puts it into his mouth, then closes his lips around my nipple. My skin is hot and cool at the same time, sparks of pleasure coursing around my body as he licks and sucks me. I’m moaning now, arching my body as he plays with my breasts, pushing them together possessively in his big hands and licking ice cream from each peaked nipple.
His lips trail down my hot stomach as he pulls my panties off. My thighs are trembling as he kneels between my legs. The anticipation of what he's about to do makes my heart race even faster. His breath is hot against my inner thighs, and I can't help but moan softly as he teases me with his lips, tracing the outline of my folds.
“You’re so sweet, little comet. I’ve been dreaming about doing this.”
His tongue darts out, flicking my clit gently, and I cry out in pleasure, my hips bucking upward. He holds me firmly, his hands splayed against my skin, grounding me as he continues tolick me. The cool tang of the ice cream is a delicious contrast to the heat building between my legs.
I gasp as his fingers enter me, thrusting inside me in rhythm with his tongue. Each thrust is met with a moan as his tongue circles and flicks my sensitive spot, heightening the sensation and bringing me closer to the edge. I'm breathless now, urgent and desperate, my body writhing beneath his skilled touch.
His thumb rubs my clit in circles, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I'm almost there, on the cusp of release, my body begging for more, when he suddenly stops. I cry out in frustration, my hips bucking uncontrollably, but he only smirks up at me.
"Not yet," he whispers, his tone commanding. "I want the first time you come for me to be something you never forget.
At that moment, I want nothing more than to obey. To give myself to him completely, to feel his mouth on me as I shatter into pieces. He lets my breathing slow and then he starts again, building me up so I’m just at the edge and then stopping. I’ve never felt like this before, my body lit up from within, every touch sending sparks of pleasure all over me.
“Please…” I beg, my whole body trembling.
He smiles at me, then resumes his licking, his fingers moving in and out of me in that perfect rhythm. I’m getting closer and closer until I can't take it any longer. I scream his name as my body convulses beneath him, my pussy clenching around his fingers. It's like nothing I've ever experienced before, waves of pure pleasure crashing over me, leaving me breathless.
He pulls back as I steady my breathing, licking the remaining ice cream from between my legs with a satisfied grin. His eyes meet mine, full of heat and desire.
"You're all mine now," he whispers, his voice deep.
“I am. And you have too many clothes on…” I reach for him, pulling off his T-shirt, and he takes off his jeans. His massive cock springs free and I moan, my eyes wide.
“I want to feel you inside me…”
He smiles, knowing exactly what I want. He positions himself at my entrance, his hard length throbbing against my wetness. Slowly he pushes into me and a deep moan escapes my lips as he fills me up, every inch of his huge cock stretching me. He puts his hands on my hips, holding me steady.. Our bodies seem to fit together perfectly, as if they were made for each other.
He pulls out almost all the way, teasing me a little. Then he thrusts back in, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. The electric pleasure builds at my core as he hits that sensitive spot inside me with every deep thrust, his fingers moving on my clit. My toes curl upwards and I’m breathing hard as he plunges into me. I say his name over and over as I come again, pulsing against his cock.
He groans my name as he comes, his hot seed spurting inside me over and over.
We lay together, our breathing slowing.
