He groaned against me at the first swipe of his tongue through my pussy, and I was a boneless pile of limbs at his mercy. How I’d gone the vast majority of my life without knowing the pleasure of Atlas’s mouth was a travesty. But hereminded me exactly how talented he was with that tongue as he licked me to my first two orgasms without even breaking a sweat.
As the last aftershocks quaked through me, I gripped his hair and tugged, pulling him up until he braced himself above me, his mouth wet from my pussy. “While I always appreciate your dedication to the number of orgasms I have, I need you inside me.Now.”
Thankfully, we were on the same page, because Atlas shed the rest of his clothes with focused efficiency before climbing into bed and pulling me astride his hips.
Tipping his head back to rest against the headboard, he breathed out a long groan as I settled myself over him. “Come on, trouble. Don’t make me wait another second. Put me out of my misery and put my cock inside your sweet little cunt. I’ve been fucking lost without it. Lost without you.”
His words lit me up from the inside out, his sincerity ringing true. I rocked against him, sliding his cock through my slit, the pleasure he’d coaxed out of me easing the way. Atlas gripped my hips, holding me up as I guided him to my entrance, a breath leaving me at that first delicious stretch. It didn’t matter how well he’d prepped me or how hard I’d come on his fingers and tongue, that first slide of him inside was always a challenge.
I braced my hands on his shoulders as I sank down, taking him inch by impossibly thick inch. With our foreheads pressed together, we both stared down between us, watching as my pussy swallowed him whole.
“Christ, you feel so fucking good, baby. Dreamed about this. Dreamed aboutyou.Every goddamn night.”
“Tell me about them.”
He darted his gaze all over my body, drinking me in, his grip on my hips firm and solid. Unrelenting. As if he were afraid I’d disappear. “I could’ve fantasized about having you anywhere inthe world. But do you know where I always, always fucked you in my dreams?”
“Where?” I asked, riding him with slow, languid rolls of my hips. Taking him deep enough to steal my breath.
“Here in my bed—ourbed—right where you belong. I thought about you in every position imaginable, but you were always here. On these sheets. And no matter how dirty or hard I fucked you, I always ended the same way.”
“How?” I asked, my breaths growing ragged, my pussy tightening the closer I got to my peak.
He slipped one hand between us, swirling his thumb around my clit. With his other hand, he cupped the back of my neck and tugged me forward until our breaths mingled in the space between us. “I filled this sweet little cunt that was made just for me. And I did it while telling you over and over how much I love you.”
At his words, my breath caught in my throat, the last remnant of the wall surrounding my heart completely obliterated. “Atlas…”
“That was what I hated most about waiting for your library to be done,” he said, his thumb guiding me toward my peak with unerring precision. “And I couldn’t do it anymore. Needed to say it to your face instead of just in my dreams.”
“Tell me,” I begged, even as my legs began to quake.
He played my body as if he’d been born to do just that, everything inside me tightening…tightening, so desperate to fall.
“I love you so fucking much, trouble. And I’m going to tell you that every day for the rest of my life. Every day. You hear me?”
“Yes.” I nodded, my movements growing erratic, my orgasm so close I could taste it. “I love you too, Atlas. So fucking much.”
A growl of pure, male satisfaction rumbled in his chest before he captured my lips with a kiss, his thumb speeding against myclit. “That’s what I wanted to hear. Now, be a good girl and come on my cock so I can give you what we both need.”
He kissed across my jaw, down my neck, and scraped his teeth against the juncture where it met my shoulder. That, combined with his attention to my clit, the feel of him so deep inside me, and I was flying. I cried out his name as pleasure crashed through me, each pulse more intense than the last.
“There she is,” he said with a groan. “There’s my good girl. Such a good fucking girl for me. Gonna make me come so hard.”
He tightened his grip on my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh as he held me to him. He thrust deep, his cock pulsing with his release as he groaned my name.
I didn’t know how long we sat like that, with Atlas’s forehead pressed between my breasts, his heavy breaths ghosting over my skin, but I wasn’t in a hurry to move.
In fact, I couldn’t think of anywhere else in the world I’d rather be than right here, wrapped in his arms. Knowing, with complete certainty, that this feeling of belonging, of connection, was worth fighting for.
And now that I had it, I was never letting it go.
ATLAS
I’d spentmy entire adult life building a playbook for every situation. Every minute had been about strategy and control. About protecting myself. And then Sutton Sinclair had stumbled into my life, dropping her book at my feet, and blown my best intentions to hell.
Baring everything to her last night had felt like throwing a Hail Mary pass in the last seconds of a game. There was noguarantee it would work—in fact, the odds were stacked against me. But somehow, beyond all hope, it had.
The woman who’d stormed her way into my world and dismantled every defense I’d built over the past forty years had chosen to stay.
