Page 68 of Keep You Close

His hands drifted down my back, sinking into my bare ass, and using it to grind me against him every once in a while. But not nearly enough.

Atlas’s hair tickled over my breasts as his lips moved down my chest, making a little shiver move through me as I found myself leaning backward, arching toward him.

He wasted no time, his face going between my breasts for a second, then shifting, and sucking my nipple into his mouth, dragging a loud moan out of me.

He teased me for what seemed like forever, sucking, tracing with his tongue, grazing with his teeth. Then moving across my chest to continue the sweet torment.

“Atlas,” I whimpered as he moved back up, his lips at my neck as his hands kept dragging me over him again and again.

“Hmm?” he murmured, the sound vibrating against my skin.

“I want…” I started, now shamelessly writhing against him, trying to get some relief from the clawing sensation inside.

“What do you want, baby?” he murmured, voice thick, and I could feel just how much he wanted it too. “Tell me,” he demanded softly as his lips pressed to the corner of my mouth. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you,” I whispered, feeling my face getting hot, not used to talking during intimate moments.

“You have me,” he said, kissing the other side of my mouth.

“No, I…” I started, looking for the courage to say what I wanted, knowing I wouldn’t get it until I did. “I want you inside me,” I said.

His hips bucked up against me, his cock hitting my clit hard, dragging a loud moan out of me.

“Yeah, you do,” he said, his lips claiming mine.

His one arm anchored around my hips as he leaned forward, bending my back, making me grab him around the neck to not fall backward as he reached toward the coffee table.

His wallet had been tossed there, and I felt him fumble around with it for a moment, before finding what he was seeking, then coming back with me.

My own hands grew bolder then, moving over his shoulders, across his chest, then down his stomach, feeling him tense at the touch, his gaze burning bright as I grabbed the hem of his shirt, and started to draw it up.

I’d seen him without his shirt before, but it felt different now, and my fingers traced the indents of his abdominal muscles, over his ribs, now free of bruises, then moved lower, tracing over the waistband of his pants.

I scooted back, a part of me crying out at losing the contact of him, but it allowed me to draw his pants down as far as the position would allow.

I didn’t even hesitate, my desperation making me brave, reaching under the waistband of his boxer briefs, and freeing his cock, watching it as it sprang free, long, thick, and straining for me.

My gaze flicked to his as my hand reached out, closing around him.

His lips parted, his breath exhaling, and his eyes nearly going closed as I stroked him down to the hilt.

“That feels good, baby,” he murmured, and his words were a shivering sensation through my system, emboldening me, making me work him with more enthusiasm, loving the way his face and body tensed, how his eyes burned.

Until his hand grabbed my wrist, pulling me away.

A disappointed sound escaped me, before I saw him reach for the condom, bringing it up to his lips to bite it open.

Anticipation unfurled inside of me as he reached between us, protecting us, then fisting his cock, holding it for me as his other hand went behind me, urging me forward again.

There was a second of uncertainty, but the second I felt the head of his cock tease my cleft, all of that flew away with the sudden need to feel him inside of me.

My gaze slid to his, watching his dark eyes as I slowly started to lower down, my mouth parting in an O as his head fell back, letting out a groan of pleasure as he entered me, as my walls tightened around him, drawing him deep.

“Fuck,” he groaned when he was nestled deep. “You feel so good,” he added, his hands going to my ass, squeezing.

And, God, he did too.

I never could have anticipated how right it would feel to have someone inside of me when I truly wanted it.

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