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Lowering my hands from her hips, I skimmed down to her knees and then to her ankle boots before running my hands up under her long skirt. Just tracing my fingertips over the soft skin of her calves made my cock throb. Fuck, I wanted her. I needed her.
The other day when we were together, it had been a wild frenzy, and I hadn't gotten to see her, to taste her and let the flavor of her sit on my tongue. But now I planned to take my time.
I lifted her skirt, then slipped off her boots, I kissed her ankle then traced my lips over her shin. When she wobbled, I gently moved her to one of the leather chairs. She gasped softly as she fell into it.
I smirked up at her, watching her chest rise and fall with the frenzied pace of her breathing. I placed my hands on the insides of her thighs, gently parting them as I leaned in closer to the juncture of her legs.
"Atticus," she murmured cautiously. Her tone was filled with uncertainty and laden with the lingering bitterness of our previous encounter, but underneath it was desire. Pure and raw.
I traced my fingers lightly over her feet before moving back up to her calves and gripping them firmly. The feel of her soft skin against my rough hands was pure bliss. She let out a faint moan at the contact, biting her lower lip in an attempt to silence herself.
"No need to be quiet on my account," I groaned, slowly pushing up her skirt until it was bunched around her hips. My heart pounded in my chest as I finally saw the lacy panties she wore. "I want to earn your moans," I promised, my rough voice a stark contrast to the velvet touch of my thumb against the lace covering her core. Gwen squirmed under my touch, but she made no move to stop me as her hands gripped the armrests with a white-knuckled intensity.
My fingers slipped under the edge of her panties, tracing the glistening folds of her pussy and causing Gwen to gasp sharply. Her back arched in response, pushing herself toward my touch as the first soft whimper escaped from her parted lips.
I traced the lace of her underwear with one finger, feeling her shiver. A guttural noise escaped from her as she shifted, her legs parting wider for me—inviting me in. I gently pulled aside the fabric barrier between us and met her core with a teasingly slow lick.
She gasped out loud, clutching at the armrests of the chair. Her body shook with each stroke of my tongue, each teasing kiss against her sensitive nub. Her thighs squeezed around me, pulling me in deeper as if she wanted to consume me whole.
The taste of her on my tongue was a revelation. Sweet, salty, feminine… purely Gwen. Sweet and heady like ripe peaches in the summer laced with an undercurrent of something rawer and more primal.
Hooking a thumb into the waistband of her underwear, I yanked them down, the faint ripping sound mingling with the sounds of her pants and moans. She was fully bare to me now, and the sight alone was enough to make me throb painfully.
I let out a low growl of appreciation. She was beautiful, like a goddess on her altar awaiting an offering from an undeserving mortal. I was that mortal, and I’d given everything to worship at her temple.
“Beautiful,” I murmured into the softness between her legs, my tongue tracing lazy circles around her nub. Gwen gasped again, the sound making my blood sing with anticipation. This was a dance we knew well, each move building on the last until we were both lost in a tangle of lust and desire.
“Atticus…” She breathed out my name like it was a mantra, and it spurred me on. Her fingers dug into the leather chair, and her head was thrown back as small moans escaped from between her parted lips.
Moving lower, my tongue darted into her entrance before dragging back up to focus on her clit once more. Every responsive shudder of her body sent electric sparks down my spine and made my cock twitch impatiently.
Slowly and deliberately, I plunged two fingers into her moist core while my tongue returned to its diligent ministrations on her clit. My other hand pressed on her lower belly. Gwen arched off the chair at the invasion, gasping at the sensation.
Her thighs began trembling, her fingers clutching at my shoulders as if anchoring herself in a stormy ocean. I didn't relent, instead quickening my movements, swirling my tongue around her sensitive bud, driving her closer to the edge with each determined lap.
"At-Atticus…" My name died on a choked gasp as she came undone above me, gripping my hair so tight that it hurt. Good, I wanted it to hurt. I wanted to remind myself that I was alive in any way possible.
And as I lost myself in pleasing Gwen, worshipping every inch of her with my mouth and tongue and fingers, I realized that this was more than just sex. I wasn't just trying to prove something to her; I was trying to prove something to myself. I wasn't just lost in lust anymore. I was being bound tighter by a thread of love that I hadn't been willing to acknowledge until now.
Kneeling on the office floor with Gwen shuddering in my hold and her taste seeping into my senses, I realized how irrevocably lost I was to her.
She owned me.
Chapter 16
GWEN
What was wrong with me?
Is this rhetorical or…
What was it about Atticus that made my legs just willingly open?
Well, technically, they didn't fall open. He pushed them open and then proceeded to put his tongue?—
No. Hell no.
I stared at myself in the mirror of my bathroom, willing my brain to turn on. God, I had to get my shit together. He couldn't do this to me. I wasn't going to let him. I had a plan and a life.
