Page 58 of Atlas

My insides are agony, and not in the worst kind of way. It only hurts because I’m flooded with so much emotion. It’s not easy or simple. I know it’s just three words, or even a single sentence telling her how much she means to me, but it’s like staring up at a tall glass building, wondering how I’ll ever get to the top without any climbing equipment.

I’m afraid that I’ll start trying to find the right words, I’ll just mess it up and crash out. What words are enough for something like this anyway?

“I need you to hear this. You’re already the man I love. Not a perfect version. Yes, you’re sexy, but this isn’t about lust. It’s never been about lust for me. I thought you were hot the first time I saw you and had the full body reaction, but when you became my friend, I stopped burning for you and wanted to benear you because you were funny, sweet, hardworking, talented, and so smart. I’d never had that with a guy before. Just someone I could talk to. I want to thank you for that gift.”

This isn’t simple or easy for her either, but she makes it look that way. Always. Her kindness and goodness is effortless. She’s had her own struggles and in her head, I’m sure it’s not always a friendly place to be, but she works with it and owns it in ways that I just can’t yet.

I give up on the struggle of trying to find perfect words and instead guide her face to mine. I seal my lips to hers, not like a flame burning hot, ready to incinerate us, but sweetly, pouring everything I feel into the gesture so that she can hear everything I can’t translate from my heart to my brain, and my brain to my tongue.

She moans, kissing me back so eagerly that my head practically makes an indent in the bed and that thing ishard. I fall into it, losing myself in the kiss, the heat of her body, and the feel of her lips.

This past year was one of the longest of my life, but it would have been far harder and lonelier without her. I’m the first person who’d tell you that destiny doesn’t exist and usually timing is just shit for most things, but this? In this rare instance, it was bang fucking on. She does my head in. She’s become so deeply engrained as a part of me and my story, that I can’t imagine telling it without her in it.

Willa sinks her teeth into my lower lip, just enough to cause a little bite of pain. She lets go, painting my mouth with her words. “Is this okay? Are you sure?”

She’s wearing a vintage dress today. It’s short enough that it makes her legs look endless, and just tight enough on top that I haven’t been able to tear my eyes off her breasts all day.

“I’m more than sure that this has to come off.” I find the zipper in the back and start working it down. It resists because it’s old, stopping and starting, but people are right when they say I’m good with my hands.

I want to prove to Willa just how good.

Not because I wigged out last time and scared her senseless. I know I have nothing to prove in that sense. I want to worship her body and bring her to life because giving her pleasure makes me feel so good. I want to learn every bit of her body. We’re still new and I’m excited to discover and map every bit of her skin. I want to learn what she likes. It’s no small thing for another person to trust someone lese with their body and I’m honored that she’s so willing to put her faith in me.

The zipper finally enters her lower back area. Just a little more and I can slip the top of it off her shoulders and down around her waist so she can shimmy out of it, hopefully without getting off of me.

I quite like her right where she is.

“I learned something new today,” I say, getting that damned zipper all the way undone and sliding the top off her shoulders like I envisioned.

She helps me, revealing a red lace bra so sexy that I nearly see stars. Her heavy breasts spill over the top, begging to be freed, and for my palms to cup them, for my mouth to tease them.

“What’s that?” she groans, rocking herself on my hard dick so that the same sound spills out of me.

“That seeing you in tight yoga pants that your ass is practically eating up makes the poses that we were supposed to be doing a whole different level of indecent and painful.”

“Oh my god!” She slaps a hand over her mouth to trap her laughter. “I can imagine that would have been hellish.”

“If you’re ever thinking of buying sexy lingerie for me, don’t bother. Just wear those pants. Or nothing.Nothingis always a great option.”

She shifts off me and stands, easing the dress down her hips. She unzips her platform boots. The dress is a rusty orange. Her boots are black. She was wearing what I thought were red tights underneath, but now I see that they’re these fucking hot stockings where they go around her waist, but are open to her panties and part of her upper thighs. They’re like a garter and thigh highs all in one.

It’s official.

She’s going to slay me.

Especially when she turns around and bends over to set her dress and boots on the chair in the corner where her purse and our backpacks are and I get a full view of little crystal hearts along the back of her panties before they turn into a string that disappears between her round ass cheeks.

Fuck, I want my hands on her ass. I want my mouth on her pussy, my tongue buried deep in her, my cock stretching her until she comes all over it. I want to take her from behind and move those panties aside to get inside of her so I can see thoselittle crystal hearts dancing while I’m buried to the hilt inside of her.

She opens her purse on the table and passes me a little silver packet.

I’m confused. Sheknowsthat we don’t need that. She would never mock me, so I pick it up and read it. It’s not a condom, it’s lube.

“I thought I’d bring that just in case. Not for today specifically, but just in case ever. Just in case we went on a hot date, and you wanted to experiment. It’s a real mood killer not being able to do something you want to do when you’re dying of horniness wanting to do it.”

“You mean like…”

“I want you to own all of me, Atlas. I want to take youeverywhere. If you want to do that. There’s no pressure. Just… if the mood strikes.”

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