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"I would have done anything to feel you inside me," I said, my voice barely above a whisper now. Even though we were reminiscing about what could have been, it felt intimate and raw and real.
At that, Atticus let out a low growl. “Fuck, baby, I want to come so bad, but I’m not going without you.”
His hand slid down to where his cock rubbed over my clit. His touch was masterful, evoking a moan that tore from my throat. "Atticus..." I whispered. My voice was hoarse, filled with the raw need that his words and touch had ignited. His thumb took over, dragging me to the edge of oblivion by force as he stroked his dick with his other hand.
I clutched his forearms for support as he grinned devilishly down at me. When my orgasm snatched my soul, dragging me over the edge, I stiffened, arching my back, a silent scream on my lips.
All I could do was watch in awe as Atticus stroked himself from root to tip above me, his lips parted, harsh pants escaping as his eyes stayed glued on my pussy.
His hand moved faster as his gaze remained fixated on my body. His body was tight, the cords of muscle in his arm working rhythmically. I could hear the erratic gasps escaping his lips, and I knew he was hanging on by a thread.
His strokes quickened, every slide of his hand accompanied by a fervent groan that echoed through the quiet room. I was still in the throes of my own orgasm, my body shaking with aftershocks, sensations heightened by the sight of him hovering over me.
“Look at me, Atticus. Give it to me.”
The tension built once again, my body sinking into the soft cushions of our leather couch. His voice filled the room, desperation becoming more evident with every breath he took. "I'm… I'm…" he stuttered, his grip tightening on his hardness.
When Atticus came apart above me, his cry of release filled my ears while his body shuddered uncontrollably over mine.
Hot spurts painted my belly as he continued to stroke himself through the climax, watching as he painted my pussy and my belly in his cum.
Harsh breath still tearing out of him, he stroked two fingers over my pussy lips, then brought them to my lips to taste them. When I peeked my tongue out to lick his fingers, Atticus groaned through tightly clenched teeth. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn pretty. I’m still hard. I’m not done. Can I, baby? Will you let me push my cock into you?”
Holy shit.
"Atticus," I moaned, my fingers delving into his hair. "Please..."
With a groan, he gave in, pushing his length inside me so slowly I felt every inch. A cry of pure bliss erupted from my throat as he finally seated himself deep within me, where I needed him the most.
"Fuck, Ness," Atticus cursed, his voice filled with awe and adoration as he began to move within me. The rhythm was slow and deliberate, every stroke designed to drive me wild with pleasure and anticipation.
His hands cradled my face as he moved above me, looking down into my eyes as he whispered sweet promises and sinful provocations that would have driven a high school girl absolutely mad with desire.
"We would've been dangerous together." His voice was low, hot against my flushed skin. "Driving each other crazy with need and desire. Temptation always just a touch away."
"Always," I breathed out raggedly as his thrusts became more insistent. "I would have given anything just to feel you like this."
Atticus's lips crashed onto mine, capturing my response in a heated kiss. Our tongues mingled while his hand slid down my body in search of more. He cupped my breast, his fingers circling the hardened bud before giving it a firm squeeze. A loud moan escaped my lips at the action, and he chuckled into my mouth, the vibration sending shivers down my body.
"God, you're so fucking sexy," Atticus growled as he pulled away from our kiss only to attach his lips to the valley between my breasts. He gave each nipple equal attention before moving lower and sliding out of me, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down my stomach.
His movements slowed when he reached the junction of my thighs, his eyes darting up to hold my gaze. His facial expression was hard to read at that moment. It was as if he was holding back a force that might rip him apart.
"Will you let me taste you?" he asked in a voice that barely reached above a whisper. I could feel him waiting for an answer, but I couldn’t find the words. My mind was spinning and caught in the wave of desire that had consumed us both.
Instead, I nodded. I swallowed dryly, my mouth felt like sandpaper. The anticipation had been building up since we had fallen onto the sofa, and now it was almost painful.
Atticus wasted no time in fulfilling his promise, his tongue stroked over me with a newfound hunger. His eyes stayed trained on mine as he worked me over and over again with his mouth and fingers. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through my veins, every touch seemed to ignite a part of me that had been dormant for far too long.
The room filled with the sounds of our groans. I should care about what Morgan could hear, but I was too far gone. My breath hitched on every sensation, every slide of his tongue or push of his fingers brought me closer to the edge. His name slipped from my lips in a needy plea, and my hands tangled in his hair, holding him to me.
His tongue lapped at me faster, his fingers pumping into me in tandem with his mouth. I gasped and whimpered, my body arching off the couch as an orgasm rocked through me.
He was there, catching every moan and gasp, soothing me through the waves of pleasure until I was boneless beneath him. His kisses were soft then, trailing up my belly and breasts until he was kissing me again. His tongue played lazily with mine, and it tasted like the two of us combined.
“Mine,” he murmured against my lips after breaking our kiss. There was something different in his eyes when he gazed down at me this time. A sense of finality that wasn’t there before.
Before I could respond, Atticus thrust back into me with a force that had my breath hitching in surprise. His strokes were deliberate and hard, each one hitting a spot deep within me, making me see stars behind my closed eyelids.
