Page 40 of Sleeping Redemption
Without hesitation, he grabbed me at the waist, lifted me, and set me down on the table. As he laid me onto my back with my legs dangling off the table’s edge, my hands knocked over the almost empty bottle of wine. The bottle tipped and rolled right off the table, falling to the ground and spilling the last of the wine onto the floor.
Standing between my legs, Atlas kissed his way down my throat, each kiss leaving a tingling sensation along my skin as he did. My body melted, already well on its way to responding to each contact he made with me, a pool of arousal already building between my legs.
His hands slid underneath me, popping the clasp on my bra, which he promptly pulled from my body. Laying another hungry kiss on me between my breasts, Atlas murmured against my body. “Kinley, you have never tasted sweeter than you do right now.” His hands tugged at the waist of my leggings, pulling them down my legs as his tender kisses traveled with him down over my stomach.
Atlas gave a quiet growl of approval seeing that I hadn’t worn any panties with my leggings, leaving my body fully exposed for him.
Just before he continued the trail down to my center, he pulled away to remove both my slippers and my leggings. My bright blues watched as my cambion-turned-angel then stood and grabbed the back of his shirt, sliding it off of his upper body to reveal the cut torso underneath. The muscles rippled underneath his skin, somehow looking even more delicious than I remembered. Salvation looked damn good on him.
I sat up, leaning over and grabbing him by his belt. One firm tug and I had him standing between my knees again. “You know damn well, there isn’t a single part of me that’s sweet,” I reminded him while smirking playfully. My fingers worked his belt open before unbuttoning his jeans and sliding the zipper down over the bulge of his cock pressed against it.
He grabbed my hip with one hand while the other took a handful of my long blonde tresses. “I disagree. I know of at least one part of you that tastes just like sun-kissed honey straight from the hive.” His hand slid away from my hip and between my thighs, his fingers stroking over my wet pussy. Atlas’s touch sent jolts of pleasure as he teased my sensitive clit.
Breathing heavier as I moaned out, my hands eagerly pushed both his jeans and the boxer briefs underneath down over his hips. His hard cock sprang forth, its thick and veiny length on full display before me.
Taking his dick in my hand, my thumb spread the bead of precum over the swollen head, stroking down to his base. His groan came from deep in his chest at my touch. In turn, his fingers massaged my clit more firmly, drawing another heated moan out of me. When I stroked him faster, he did the same until we were both getting lost in each other’s pleasures.
I was nearly at my wit’s end, ready to internally combust if he wasn’t buried deep inside me soon. “Fuck, I need you, Atlas,” I whimpered needily.
Hearing the plea in my voice for him, he kicked off his boots and stepped out of his pants and boxers. I damn near knocked him over as I hopped off the table and leapt up onto him, wrapping my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck.
Catching me, both hands grabbed a handful of my ass as he walked me across the kitchen. Stealing a few more possessive kisses from me, he pressed my back to the pantry door. He dragged the head of his cock over my clit, causing me to squirm in anticipation as he pushed at the tight entrance to my pussy.
Kissing over my jawline, each kiss even more desperate than the last, Atlas slowly sank his cock into me, my walls stretching to accept him. He groaned against the spot right below my ear, his hot breath warming my skin as he spoke. “Angel, I can’t tell you how good it feels to have your tight pussy wrapped around me again.”
With our bodies flush against one another—my breasts pressed against his bare chest and his dick fully seated inside of me—the pleasure brewing in my body became muddied with the emotions of the past.
My hands ran over the backs of his shoulders, my fingertips tracing over the top of a new texture on his back. I was all too familiar with the silky scar-like lines carved into his flesh as I had my own set of exit points for my wings.
Atlas held himself deep inside my core, his mouth working its way down to my shoulder before prying one of my arms away from him. His hand remained just below my wrist as he held my arm out to my side, pinning it to the wall at my back. A mischievous glint in his gray eyes, he watched my reaction to every inch closer his mouth got to the inside of my elbow.
“Does my angel still have her sweet spot where it used to be?” His taunting grin bore a hint of curiosity.
My body squirmed against him, but his large form kept me pinned there between him and the pantry door. The beating of my heart escalated as I watched intently. Not once since my time with Atlas had anyone managed to locate the one part of my body that could have me crumbling to my knees.
“No!” The pitch of my voice rose, revealing the lie in my response. I tried to tug my arm from him, but he held it steady.
Calling my bluff, his tongue dragged across the crook of my elbow at a tortuously slow pace. It felt like he was tapping right into the line of ecstasy that sank right into my cunt, pulling it tight. Doing my best to suppress my moan, it still squeaked out of me.
“Something tells me by the way you’re squeezing onto my dick right now that you might be lying to me.” His tongue flicked over the same area at the bend of my elbow, and I felt a series of shivers down my spine, driving more of my arousal to coat him.
“Atlas, please,” I begged, unsure if I wanted mercy from him or ruthless sexual torture.
His hips gave a small thrust into me. “Okay, but only because you were kind enough to say ‘please’.”
I relaxed some, only to be lured into a false sense of relief. As the tension in my body faded, Atlas made his move. His mouth came down to the sensitive part of my elbow, his teeth grazing against the skin as he sucked on the flesh. The flicking of his tongue against the inside of my arm sent a fast and furious flood of pleasure straight through me. My body trembled fiercely as I fought against the overwhelming sensation crashing deep into my center.
Before my body surrendered, I squeezed my eyes shut tight to prevent Atlas from witnessing the black color bleeding overthem. Crying out in ecstasy, my entire body shook as I came hard enough to see the goddamn Holy Ghost.
Atlas aggressively kept his mouth to my arm as I crashed into my release. Keeping me breathless, he worked me through my orgasm by pumping his cock into me. At first, the movement was smooth, but as his thirst for pleasure grew, it began to reflect in his rougher thrusts. Once I was sure the darkness had faded from my eyes, I slowly opened them.
Releasing my elbow, he left behind a patch of red. He held onto me by the back of my thighs and passionately kissed me as he carried me out of the kitchen. The next step was the living room where he fell onto the couch with me landing on top of him.
I took control of the movement between our bodies, riding my hips against his. My cunt milked his cock with each roll of my hips.
Atlas’s hands squeezed the round globes of my ass before gliding up to each take a handful of my breasts as they bounced on my chest.
Still in a bit of a haze from my orgasm, I tipped my head back slightly as I moaned out, cursing at the way my body geared up again. “Fuck, Atlas, your fucking cock!”
