"Always will," she whispers, closing the distance once more.
I ignite like a fucking fire. We devour each other, hands allover as if we're remembering and learning at the same time.
She keeps rocking her hips to keep that amazing friction, and her hands tangle in my hair, gripping and pulling.
My hands travel down to her ass and squeeze, then up to her hips, all the way up to her gorgeous—did I mention braless—tits. She moans loudly when I knead and squeeze.
"Atlas," she moans breathy against my mouth, and I grin. "Touch me."
"I am, baby," I murmur, hands squeezing her tits again before travelling back down to her ass, memorizing and torturing myself.
After a couple of passes, she growls, reaching up to pull the dress down over her arms and letting it pool around her belly.
I pull back because I need to see her and—
Good fucking God...
This gives me a view of the most perfect pair of tits I've ever seen.
Still.
I feel like a teenager again, seeing her naked for the first time, with the way my eyes are bugging out of my head.
They've grown bigger after the kids, more than a handful with some tiger stripes down the sides. Her hard nipples are a mouthwatering pink. Then she giggles at the look on my face, making them jiggle slightly, and I lose my fucking mind.
"You are so fucking beautiful," I moan before kissing her once more, burning a path with my mouth down her jaw, her neck, her chest, and finally—finally—pulling her perfect, pebbled nipple into my mouth. "Perfect, pretty girl..."
Her hips jerk, rubbing against my dick as she moans at the first contact of my tongue, worshipping and sucking and laving all over her sensitive tits.
My hands keep busy, rolling and pinching the nipple my mouth isn't on.
God, I feel fucking possessed. I want more and more and more.
I am an addict for her pleasure, and her moans are likeheroin. I move back and forth between her tits, worshipping both in equal measure before Wendy slides her hand down the front, rubbing against my cock.
I have to jerk my hips away because I know I'll only last about two seconds if she keeps touching me.
"Atlas," she whines, "I want to suck your cock."
She gasps as I give a firm suck, arching her back.
"No," I practically snarl against her, "This is all about you, baby. All you."
She moans as I kiss my way back up to her lips, lingering with soft little bites on her jaw.
Against her lips, I growl, "First, I'm gonna eat your pussy until you can't see straight."
"Please," she gasps, her hips rolling against my cock, making me moan.
"Keep doing that, baby," I groan, nipping her lips. "And when you're dripping from my face, that's when I'll slide my cock into this tight pussy, and I'm going tofuck you and fuck you and fuck you—"
With that, I lift her up because I want her comfortable and safe in our bedroom—in our bed. I want to undo every bad memory in that room—her walking around, beautiful as fuck, trying to tempt me, and me pretending not to notice.
The last time we had sex when I was a selfish asshole. Yelling at her after my nightmare. Gaslighting her. Neglecting her. Ignoring her.
No, we're going to make new, better memories there.
Right fucking now.
