Page 47 of Claiming Atlas
Chapter Twenty
Atlas
When I’ve kissed her long enough that I think her knees might give out, I pull back, then sit down in the tub. My balls crawl into my body faster than is humanly possible, and there’s nothing fucking sexy about that, but we’re not here for my balls right now, are we?
We’re here for this pussy.
And breaking rules. Can’t forget that. We’re here to break rules.
I’ve already broken one for her:No chasing tail.
What’s one more?
I look up past those perfect tits and meet Kayla’s gaze. She has no idea I’m about to break my own damn rule so I can taste her.
I cup my hand and scoop it into the water, then pour a handful of champagne over her lips. She pulls in a breath, and I grin, then lean forward and run my tongue slowly up the center. She arches a bit as her body tries to chase my mouth, so I lean forward again and slide my tongue up and down a few more times. I’ve always loved champagne and pussy, but never had them at the same time, and now wine pairing will never be the same because fuck cheese and fuck caviar.
Pussy is where it’s at.
I scoop up another handful and pour it over her lips, then quickly suck her into my mouth to get more of the champagne.
Each movement of my mouth elicits a soft sound from her throat, and it’s the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I pull her legs up over my shoulders and she locks them around my head as I plunge my tongue inside her. I reach up and grip her tits while I fuck her with my tongue, but she grabs one of my hands and pulls my fingers into her mouth. My cock nods in agreement, growing thick with envy and lust for this woman who tastes like heaven and fucks like a perfect sinner. I eat her pussy like it’s my last meal on earth while she sucks my fingers hungrily, then I release her tit and bring my free hand down between her legs, sliding my fingers inside her so I can focus more attention on her clit. I rub my tongue back and forth over it, then pull it into my mouth as I slam my fingers in and out of her.
When her moans get louder, and she starts to clench around my fingers, her thighs twitching around my head, I release her and lean back.
The heat between us could warm this champagne to near boiling.
Kayla pushes up and looks down at me, her eyes wide, and her legs still twitching on the almost-orgasm I just stole from her. “What the hell, Atlas?” Her voice is breathy and brimming with irritation.
I turn on the shower and unplug the drain. “Like I would leave you with blue balls,” I say as I grab each leg and pull her down into the tub with me.
She gasps as she plunges into the cool water, but I silence her with a kiss, and move us so she’s under the warm stream of water from the shower. It doesn’t take long for her to wrap herself around me. She sucks her flavor from my tongue, and I press harder between her legs. She scoots closer, wrapping her legs tighter around my waist until her pussy is warm against my cock.
Kayla slides up and down, pressing her tits into my chest while she presses her clit against my cock, moaning into my mouth as she climbs higher and higher, back to the edge of her orgasm. The tub warms up around us as hot water mixes with cold champagne, and water splashes out with each bump and grind of her pussy against my cock.
She slides so far up that my dick gets caught and nearly finds his way inside like a happy little camper, and we both freeze, eyes wide as we look at each other. The tip rests at the door to her pussy, waiting for permission to enter, and I know I shouldn’t.Can’t. But if she gives me half the chance, I’m driving myself inside her like it’s the only home I’ve ever known.
She’s thinking about how many chicks I’ve fucked.
So many, Kayla, so many I’ve lost count.
I nip at her bottom lip, then kiss her again, more gently this time.
She has no idea, no way of knowing that I always wear a raincoat and I’m clean.
Her tongue moves slowly against mine as she wages this inner war inside her head. I could just get out of the tub, go get a condom, do the right thing.
She’s hesitant.
