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“Would you take it off and let me touch you?” His question is so soft, but feels so hard. I look at him, he knows my body. He has lifted me, he knows. I take another shaky breath as I take the tank top off and squint my eyes shut as I lay on my back.
“Holy fucking shit.” Atlas breathes and I wait for the“You are bigger than I thought”line. But it doesn’t come. I crack open an eye to see Atlas, staring at me, mouth slack.
“What?” I ask, feeling like I want my shirt back.
Atlas blinks and shakes his head. I notice him adjusting his “holy shit” erection before clearing his throat. “Lauren…” He breathes out my name. It sounds like a plea and a prayer all wrapped up in his smooth, yet gravelly voice, and I feel myself tightening in my belly.
“Princess you are, please, can I touch you?” I nod slowly and close my eyes as his hands run up my thighs and over my hips. I tense as he runs up the sides of my waist, but then relax and groan as he finds my breasts. His hands are as gifted as I thought they would be. He massages and kneads my breasts while running his thumbs over my nipples. My eyes shoot open when one of my nipples is suddenly inside something warm and wet.
Looking down, I see Atlas latched on my left nipple while his hand takes care of the right. “A-Atlas!” I gasp as his teeth graze over the bud.
“That’s my girl.” He growls as his mouth moves to assault my right nipple. “Get ready to start screaming my name.”
My body goes stiff as a rod as Atlas runs his tongue over my stomach. It feels so good, and wrong. Almost shameful. He then slips his tongue in my belly button and I roll my eyes into the back of my head and let out a moan whimper hybrid as my back arches.
Atlas chuckles against my skin as he bites the waistband of my shorts with his teeth. He looks up at me and I lean up on my elbows to see over my breasts. I nod my consent and he grips them at my hips and slips the garment off, leaving me completely nude.
“Holy shit, ” he looks up at me in shock before looking back down.
“W-what?” I ask nervously.
“Your pussy is really pretty.” I am cackling at his words. I don’t know what else to do. I hear him grumble something about being unappreciated and I’m about to say something smart, but am silenced by his tongue tracing the floral tattoo that takes up my thigh and hip.
“Oh god…” I moan loudly. Atlas stops and shifts slightly. I then feel a finger tip sliding up and down my slit.
“I’m sorry, who is the one giving you pleasure?” He asks as his middle finger slips inside my slick center. I hear the growl he is trying to suppress.
“Y-you!” I whisper and moan louder as his ring finger slips in and he curls his fingers upwards. The cool metal of his wedding band meeting my center and making me see stars when I close my eyes.
“Oh… my g– Atlas!” I correct myself. I hear him chuckle as he nuzzles my mound and inhales.
“Fuckkk, you smell amazing.” He groans.
“It’s just the s-soap.” I pant as I try to grind against his palm.
“I know I smell soap,” He laughs before kissing my lips, right by my clit. So fucking close. “Butyoursmell. The smell of your arousal, of you–that is what I’m talking about. I need to taste you, Princess.” He doesn’t let me respond, instead he removes his fingers before assaulting me with his tongue. He drags his tongue up and circles my clit before sucking, causing me to scream his name while gripping his hair. Atlas slides his fingers back inside me, pumping in and out, curling upwards and hitting my perfect spot.
“Right there,” I whine as I try to stop myself from grinding against his face. “Shit, fuck, damn it, I’m so close.”
“Let go,” he growls against me. “Use me Princess. Fuck my mouth and let me consume every drop.” He takes my clit between his teeth and flicks his tongue against it, and I’m done. I have no control of my hips as they thrust and grind against his mouth while I scream his name over and over. He doesn’t stop. He slows his tongue but keeps the same pressure inside me, causing another orgasm to start back up.
“What the fuck?” I pant as I begin to shake.
“Relax.” He groans as he licks my clit before sucking it.
This feels different. The fire is hotter, the tension tighter, and right before I come undone, something unimaginable happens. I feel something shoot out of me. The sensation is too great, and I scream out as I come and feel another burst.
“Oh my fucking christ.” Atlas groans as he sits back once I come back down. I look at him, he’s dripping with something.
Oh my god, did I just pe–
“You can squirt?” Atlas asks in amazement and I just look at him in horror, embarrassment and confusion.
“Squirt? Not… never before.” I’ve heard of squirting. I’ve seen it in porn, but never experienced it for myself. I just figured it wasn’t something I could do and moved on. I watch as my fluids run down his chin and chest. “Sorry?” I question meekly.
“Oh, the fuck you are.” He growls as he situates himself between my legs before trailing kisses up my stomach, over my breasts and on my lips. “That is the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. And now, I want to see it happen on my cock.”
I can taste myself on him as I feel him slip his pants down. I stare at his cock and…
