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I couldn’t move.
All I could do was lay there with one leg hooked over the back of the couch, my shorts dangling off one foot, my legs quivering, with Atticus’s fingers buried in my pussy and one grazing my asshole.
“Oh my God. I think you broke me,” I whispered.
Atticus kneeled between my thighs, his gaze locked onto how he had my lips spread, and he pumped his fingers into me again. “There’s nothing fucking sexier than watching you squeeze around me, Ness.”
He grinned at me wickedly, his fingers still deep inside me. His thumb circled my clit in a slow, torturous rhythm that had my breath hitching. My hand clutched at the back of the couch.
"Atticus." I hissed his name as my body tensed, a fire spreading from my core and winding its way throughout my limbs. His fingers quickened their pace, pushing me closer to the edge.
Then he removed his fingers from me, putting them into his mouth and sucking on them while continuing to gaze down at me. The sight left me breathless and wanting more.
“Does my sweet pussy miss me already?” Atticus’s voice was pure gravel as he spoke. His movements were jerky as he yanked out his belt then unzipped his jeans.
“Yes,” I whimpered, my responding shiver apparently the answer he was seeking. His hands moved to his waistband, pulling the fabric down to reveal his hard length. I gasped at the sight, my gaze locked onto him.
A devilish grin spread across his face, and he grazed his thumb over my clit once more for good measure. “You’re gonna feel how much I’ve missed you.”
With that, he positioned himself at my entrance, his length teasing my swollen lips. My breath hitched in anticipation as he leaned in, his mouth crashing onto mine in a fierce kiss before he slid his length against me.
“Ah, fuck…” His voice was rough, strained as he slid against me. Every inch of him slid against my pussy, making me cry out at the sweet sensation. Slowly, he began to move in long deep strokes that sent waves of pleasure cascading through me.
“Is this what we would have done if I’d known you as a teenager?” he whispered. “Would I have snuck into your room?”
Oh God, his words had me lifting my hips. “God, I need this.”
His teeth nipped my neck as he rubbed against me, his cock sliding through my folds. “You were a good girl then, weren’t you? You would have wanted to stay a virgin. But maybe I could have tempted you to get close.” He groaned against my lips.
The grind of his hips and his words were exquisite. He shoved his hands in my hair and tugged, angling my neck back. Then he delved his tongue inside my mouth as my nails dug into his shoulders.
His words, his touches, everything he was doing to me was driving me insane. I could feel every nerve in my body singing for him, begging for more. My hands flew up his back, clawing at the fabric of his shirt. He groaned against my mouth, a sound that shot straight to my core.
"I would have passed every test just to be with you," I confessed between breaths. My voice came out shaky and desperate, matching the trembling desire coursing through my body. "Even if it wasn't… all the way."
His breath hitched at my words, his rhythm faltering for a moment before he pushed harder against me, earning a moan from both of us. "Jesus, Ness," he murmured into my ear. "We would've been unstoppable."
I laughed breathlessly at that. "We could've set the world on fire. There is no way just feeling you against me would have been enough."
“Never enough. Fuck, you would have had me on my knees just at the hope of my dick touching your softness.” He chuckled against my earlobe before nipping at it gently. His thrusts grew more desperate, more passionate, as if each word that left my mouth spurred him on further.
"I would have memorized every inch of your body, Ness," he confessed raggedly, his entire body shuddering against mine. The desperation in his voice was mirrored by the frantic rhythm he set, our bodies rocking together on the couch.
"Yeah, yeah, Atticus," I gasped out, my nails digging into his back as I clung to him. His thrusts were relentless, driving me closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy.
"And you would have driven me insane," he continued breathlessly. "With your teasing and sultry smiles. I would have been hard for you every damn day." His teeth grazed my exposed collarbone, drawing a shaky moan from my lips.
Reaching between us, he pushed his cock down to tease my entrance, shifting his weight so every slide of his cock threatened to finally penetrate. “We would have said it was only teasing and we weren’t going to fuck, but then naughty little thing that you are, you would have started begging for just the tip,” he murmured as he dragged the head of his cock over my entrance then kissed me thoroughly.
At his words, a whimper strangled itself in my throat. His every word, the weight of each syllable, was plunging me lower into a trance. It was as if we were not here and now, but back then… teenagers sneaking around, risking everything for a taste of forbidden fruit.
His thumb moved to rub my clit again, making my hips jerk upward. My body was screaming for friction, demanding more than just words and touches and teases.
"I would have," I confessed breathlessly. "I would have been begging for you."
A moan escaped Atticus at the sound of my words echoing back his own fantasies. He slid himself against me again, just skimming my entrance but not penetrating. He relished torturing me with the imminent promise of release.
"Damn, Ness," he muttered, his hot breath fanning on my neck. His thrusts grew erratic, an indication that he was nearing the edge too.
