Page 57 of Atlas
“O-Okay.”
Holy shit, that small little word just sent a jolt to my cock. I grab her hand and lead her into her bathroom before she has the opportunity to change her mind. I turn on the water in her walk-in shower before turning back and pressing my lips to hers. As soon as we meet, I feel every emotion I’ve been trying to hold back since Howard died evaporate as her sweet tongue slips into my mouth. Placing both hands on either side of her face, our tongues begin to battle each other for dominance, neither willing to submit.
Finally, I pull back for air and I stare at the hazy eyed goddess in front of me. All woman, all curves and amazing smells and sexy sounds. I’m so in love with her, I want to tell her, but the thought of terrifying her and her running, I can’t handle it, not now.
“Where are you?” She asks, and I realize she has slipped her hand down to my dick.
“Hu–oh fuck.” I hiss as she gives it a firm stroke. “I… god damn it… Princess I l-loke you.”
Ren chuckles lightly as she stares up at me. “I loke you too. Now get in the shower.” She doesn’t need to tell me twice. Quickly, I remove the remaining articles of clothing as she peels off her pajamas. Fuck, her large, perfect tits are like a siren’s song luring me in. I pull her into the shower with me, allowing the water to hit me first so I can be sure it’s a comfortable temperature for her. I’m about to move in to kiss her when she stops me.
“Turn around.” She says, and I give her a wary look.
“Okay,” I say slowly as I raise my hands up and turn. “But my safe world is Batman.”
“Batman?” I look over my shoulder to see her looking at me with apprehensive curiosity.
“Can you think of anyone safer than the Dark Knight? Exactly.”
“I wanted you to turn around so I could wash your hair, you weirdo, but thanks for that information.” She sounds disturbed, but the smile on her face tells me she thinks it’s funny and that’s all I want, I just want her to laugh.
“Oh, wow.” I moan as she massages the shampoo into my scalp. It feels amazing. This isn’t my first time showering with a woman, but it is definitely the first time a woman actually wanted to wash me. Usually it's a dangerous game of“don’t slip”. She pulls me close to her so the water can rinse out my hair and I feel her tits against my back. I have to fight the urge to both stroke my aching cock as well as turn around and suck one of her pink nipples into my mouth.
I jump as I feel the loofa run over my back and shoulders, over my ass and down my legs. She has me turn around, and she does the same to my front until she gets to my dick. I watch as she takes the soap from the loofa into her hand and runs it over the length of my cock. I roll my eyes back as the tight, wet sensation sends waves of pleasure through my entire body.
I watch as she kisses my chest and down my torso. It takes a minute for my sex-filled brain to catch up, but when it does, Ren is on her knees.
“W-what are you…” I can’t finish the question because she slides my dick into her hot, sweet mouth and I nearly come at the sight. She is making direct eye contact as she moves me in and out of her mouth. My knees buckle when her tongue starts to play with my dydoe piercing.
“Holy fuck…” I pant as I grip the hair on the back of her head. “Princess… I… I’m not going to–ah shit right there… I’m not going to last long…” God fucking damn it, I watch her lookup at me, my dick sliding in and out, her cheeks hollowed from sucking. The image is too much. It’s too fucking hot.
She removes my dick from her mouth with apopand I nearly cry out as she licks me from my nuts to my tip before kissing the head. “So,” she purrs as she nuzzles against the tip. “Don’t last long. Come for me, let me taste it.”
Who. The. Fuck.
I watch in complete awe as she shoves my cock, quite literally, down her throat. I hear her gag, but she doesn’t stop. One hand grips my ass while the other cups my balls, and all I can do is grip her hair tightly and grunt as she bobs her head back and forth.
“Fuck… Ren… Fuck…” I growl as my hips start to thrust against her. I feel my balls tighten and let out a warning moan. She grips my ass tighter as if to tell me not to pull out while she moans loudly with me down her throat.
And that’s it, I’m coming. I’m coming harder than I ever remember coming. I try to pull back, but she doesn’t allow it. She swallows every last drop, milking my pulsating cock a few more times until it becomes almost too much. She lets go, and I help her off of her knees and stare at her in wonder.
“Was it o-” I capture her lips with mine while sliding a hand around her waist and pulling her to me, determined to make her feel just as good as she made me feel.
I jerkawake at the sound of an alarm. Looking over, I see Ren tangled around me, her face nuzzling into my neck. Thetelevision in her room is on, playing the following episodes of the docuseries we were watching before we fell asleep.
I hear the alarm again and this time, Bruno bops my arm with his snout. I look at him and then it clicks. It’s Ren’s alarm. I look over at the nightstand for her receiver and read the alert on the screen. She’s out of insulin.
I peel myself from under her and head to the kitchen to grab her a new insulin vial out of the refrigerator. I give Bruno a quick pat on the head before heading back to the bedroom and getting into her drawer to pull out a new pump. I open the pump, fill it with her insulin and let it sync with the receiver while I slip her waistband down and pull the old pump off. I wait for it to wake her up, but she doesn’t move. Once the device tells me it’s ready, I place the pump on the outside of her thigh. I have never done this before, but with the amount of reading and the secret lessons at the nursing home with Betty, I am confident I’m doing it correctly–I just hope it doesn’t hurt too bad.
I hear the click of the pump inserting itself. I watch as she flinches and lets out a small whimper. “It’s okay, princess.” I whisper as I reach over and kiss her temple.
She whines and peeks open an eye. “What time is it?” She mumbles as I clean up the mess.
“About three in the morning, baby. Your alarm woke me up, your insulin was out. I put it on your outer thigh. I hope that’s okay?”
Ren shoots straight up and looks down at her leg and then back at me. “Did you put insulin in it?”
I try not to take offense to that. Instead, I smile softly as I come back to bed. “You mean you don’t put milk in there?”
