Page 81 of Any Second Now
And I am. I’m ready for him, more than I have ever been for a man.
Physically, of course.
Do I like him? Yeah, I do.
I’ve known Atticus for more than a decade. But watching him kneel over me, his green eyes greedily watching as he rubs my most sensitive spot and I grind down on his hand, I wonder how I managed to suffer through sex before Atticus. God, that is dramatic, and I know it, but this is something else.
I’m going to come too fast, and it’s embarrassing. I close my eyes and try to slow down the ripples of pleasure that are starting, a precursor to the waves that are building in the distance. My eyes fly open when I feel Atticus’s rough cheeks on the inside of my thighs working their way up to my center, and then his tongue is doing all the work.
“Oh my god, Atticus.” I arch my back as he slides his hands under my ass and presses his face into me.
I can’t help it. I come so fast and hard that I reach back and grip the armrest behind me for stability.
“That’s my girl,” Atticus rasps, coming up for air after all the waves have subsided.
“That was embarrassing,” I whisper.
“Why?” Atticus stands and chuckles as he grabs a tissue from the table to wipe up his face.
“I’m so easy to please.” I watch him as he adjusts his erection in his athletic shorts and close my legs, wiggling to ease the ache that is still there. Or there again, I’m not sure. “At least with you.”
“Good. Want to go back to doing cross-stitch?” He nods back to the kitchen table and our abandoned cross-stitch materials.
“Definitely not yet.” I push up onto my elbows. “Do I need to beg again?” But then I laugh, the sound deep and suggestive, as his eyes darken and he pulls his shirt off so fast I hardly see ithappen.
“We’re going to an actual bed, Raleigh Hayes.” And then Atticus swoops me up into his arms like a bride on her wedding night and whisks me to my bed.
“Any way you want me,” I say as he lowers me onto the bed ten steps later and is magically naked. I pull off my sweatshirt and watch him swallow as he takes in my loose breasts.
“Turn around.” He licks his lips. “On all fours, Raleigh.”
I pulse between my legs and comply, getting on my knees and already breathing hard as I stick my ass in the air toward him.
“Fuck, Raleigh, your ass is so good.” He gives me a light slap on one of my cheeks and I startle, but then lean into it. “You like that?”
“Yes.” I let my head hang. I guess he’s got a kink, and maybe I do too. Only one way to find out. “Do it again.”
Atticus chuckles and lightly slaps my ass again, then sinks his finger inside my pussy from behind. I lean back into him and whimper.
“You want this so bad, baby, don’t you?”
I nod my head.
He grips my ass in his hands and pokes his cock gently into my entrance. I cry out and press back into him, and he thrusts inside me in one swift gesture.
“I know I said I wanted to go slow this time,” Atticus pants behind me. “But I can’t help myself with you.”
“Don’t stop, please.” I feel like I’m a different person but also exactly me right now. This is all about pleasure and fun and going after what I want. And with Atticus? It’s exactly what I want. And need.
He doesn’t need any other encouragement and pumps into me hard, sneaking one hand around to rub my clit. This time the orgasm builds differently. Slowly. Giving me enough time to soak in what is happening.
I don’t really want to think too deeply about what this all means.
Not right now.
I don’t want tooverthink.
I do my best to focus on the feeling of Atticus inside me, the way I’m already clenching around him. But I can’t help but notice the way he’s whispering my name, so sweetly. Does he even know he’s saying it?
