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I closed my eyes as his tongue traced leisurely downward, following a path along my spine until it veered off course, choosing instead to dip between the cheeks of my ass. The feeling of it there, probing and insistent, was unexpected but not unwelcome.
Next came his fingers, two against my clit drawing lazy figure eights while the other hand spread me wider for his mouth. All too soon, sparks danced at the edge of my vision, and I was crying out with pleasure. “Atticus!” The cry ripped from my throat as waves of pleasure swept over me.
“Fuck, I love hearing you scream my name,” he replied, his voice husky and raw. He breathed against me a fraction of a second later, and there was satisfaction in his voice that made me smile despite myself. “This is mine.”
He continued his assault, never giving me a moment to recover. His mouth was on every inch of me, lapping at my skin with the fervor of a man starved. His hands roamed freely over me, marking his territory.
"Don’t worry, Ness. I won't stop until you've had enough. If I don’t make you come so hard you pass out, I’m doing it wrong."
The room seemed to spin as he continued his relentless pursuit of my pleasure. His fingers moved with practiced ease, driving me to the edge faster than I thought possible, then clawing me back as I begged to fly over the edge. My fingers curled into fists, scratching at the wall for some semblance of control.
"This is what you do to me," he breathed against the shell of my ear, making me shiver. "This is how much I crave you, Gwen. You’ve been teasing me for days. Were you trying to make me beg?"
"Maybe," I managed to reply, my voice barely a whisper. His fingers stilled, and he chuckled a low rumble against my spine.
“Oh good. Then I’m going to torture you like you’ve been torturing me.”
His words were both a promise and a threat, igniting the anticipation throbbing through me. The sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor echoed around us, followed by the rustle of fabric being shed. I was aware of every move he made as he exposed himself, as if each sound was linked to my very nerves.
He positioned himself at my entrance, teasing me with the barest hint of pressure. "Don't you want to feel me inside?" he questioned, his voice a deep, rumbled promise in my ear.
I whimpered, bucking back against him in response. "Yes," I gasped out between shaky breaths.
A moment passed. Then two. The tease of him against my slickness was unbearable. His laugh was dark and delighted as he pushed just the tip of himself into me. My muscles clenched around him instinctively.
"That's it, pulse around my cock like a good wife," he murmured, his hands sliding seductively up the length of my thighs. Then his hands slid up to cup my breasts, gently pinching my nipples, pebbling them.
He pulled out slightly, then pushed back in just as slowly, again only giving me two inches as he dropped his forehead to the back of my head. I cried out in frustration, craving more of him. He repeated the torturous rhythm again and again until I thought I might shatter from the tension alone.
“Fuck, Ness, your pussy is like coming home. I don’t know if I can?—”
"Atticus," I whimpered, my head falling forward to rest against the cool wall.
"Fuck," he cursed as he sank in another inch. He was nowhere near fully seated though, and I was desperate.
"I need… Atticus, please," I begged, my voice shaking.
"I know what you need," he replied throatily, dropping one hand to my hip and holding me steady as the other hand continued its tantalizing assault on my breast. "You need all of me."
Tears pricked at the edges of my eyes from the sheer intensity of my desire. But it wasn't just physical—though God, that was potent—it was the emotional connection that made this more than just heat-of-the-moment lovemaking. Every stroke, every touch, told me that he was mine completely. Just like I was his.
"Atticus… I…" The words got caught in my throat as he pushed himself further in, stretching me deliciously. I bit down on my lip to stifle a moan.
"No, I want to hear you."
“Please don’t tease me.”
A low growl was the only response I received before he pulled out completely, leaving me feeling painfully empty. I whimpered in protest, reaching around to claw at his hip, but the sudden plunge of him burying himself deep within me cut off any further complaint. A scream tore from my throat as he filled me fully.
"Christ, Gwen!" he rasped out, stillness enveloping him as he savored the snug fit of my body around his.
Each deliberate thrust drove me further into an abyss of pleasure, his movements coordinated with expert precision. He angled himself in a way that hit just the right spot inside me, making my knees buckle.
“Fuck,” I breathed out, struggling to find purchase against the slick wall. “Yes… there… don’t stop.”
Encouraged by my pleas, he kept his pace steady while his fingers returned to my clit. The blinding pleasure intensified with each stroke, bringing me closer and closer to the edge with each passing second.
“Tell me Gwen, what’s your name?”
