Page 63 of Atlas

It’s allwonderful.

My legs are quivering, my heart is on fire, I can barely hold myself up, and Atlas’ sweet words drill straight through to my epicenter, causing an emotional earthquake. I’m drunk on him and the hope in his words, the way he looked at me like he was truly alive for the first time.

I get it.

I feel that way too.

I’m here for it. Always.

He smears the lube over my asshole, circling my rim with his index finger before dipping it in up to the first knuckle. A hot wave of molten pleasure rips through me. I vibrate and shake, my arms barely able to hold my weight. I dig my knees into the bed and arch forward before I push back, catlike.

“Holy shit, you’re tight. Are you sure this is okay?”

“Yeah.”

I pant through the burn when he pushes his finger the rest of the way in. Even that feels huge, and his cock is so much larger. Yes, it’s going to burn, and it might hurt a little before it feels good, but I’m practically coming out of my skin with my need to feel him there.

He thrusts his finger in and out, going slowly to let me adjust.

“I’m going to come from just watching myself to do this.”

My heart thumps and then races. I’m more of a dirty talker than Atlas and he didn’t mean it that way, he was just being honest, but I can still feel beads of moisture trickling down my thighs.

He bends over and bites my shoulder while he fucks me with his finger.

“Mmm,” I encourage him. “It feels good.” It does. The burning has turned into a different kind of heat. I crave that friction, rocking up against him for more.

He withdraws his finger right when really good things are starting to happen and the lube he drips all over me nearly feels cold in comparison.

“Are youabsolutelysure about this?” He stresses that because he just asked me.

“I’m sure,sure.”

He pulls me to the edge of the bed and guides me off getting my feet flat on the floor. My knees press up against the mattress and my whole top half bends over it. I spread my arms out in front of me for balance.

This is totally the best yoga pose of the day.

He uses the rest of the lube, then slicks his hand down his length. He’s so thick and long, so hard already, but I can practically watch him swelling in his hand as he touches himself. My mouth waters as his cock leaks all over his hand.

He notches himself at my back entrance. As he starts to push in, I realize just how small I am in comparison.

“You’re going to have to talk me through this, Willa. Just say something so I know you’re okay.”

Am I okay? His cock presses in agonizingly slowly, stretching me nearly beyond what I can bear. It’s straight pain, the burn screaming through my limbs. I know it will get better, but holy shit, I don’t know if I can handle the first few minutes. I probably should have asked for more of a warmup, but I’m not going to ask now. I know I’ll be alright.

He freezes. “Willa?”

“I’m okay.” Even to me, my voice is strained. I’m too tense. I relax myself, melting into the bed and breathing. Some of the burn dissipates immediately.

“How okay?”

“Enough okay that I want you to keep going until you explode inside of me and fill me up with your cum.”

He grasps my hips, going so rigid and tense that I know he’s trying to master his control and not plow into me.

He doesn’t say anything, but his breathing slows down. I wonder if he’s counting it out in his head.

It’s probably not a good idea to reach between our legs and grab his balls, but I’ll do that later, when I’m sure that I’ll survive it.

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