Chapter Thirteen
Celine had been so brave before as she slipped out of her clothes and waited in the warm water for Atticus to return. Even though it had started just as she said, as a way to wash off her scent, she realized that it could be something more. Everything had worked out just as she had planned.
Unfortunately, now that the very large man was standing before her, she wasn’t so sure she was ready to take him on. She swallowed, wondering just what she’d gotten herself into. For a moment, she thought about calling the whole thing off.
But Atticus wasn’t backing down now. His bright blue eyes glowed as he slipped his pants to the floor, exposing a very large appendage jutting out in front of him.
Jesus Christ! She’d always imagined him big, but he was downright massive. She didn’t even know they came in that size outside the adult toy store.
Before she’d even had a moment to process just how large he was, Atticus was stalking his way into the water, his lust-filled eyes fixed on her.
Celine’s breath caught in her throat as he slipped in across from her. His body was now just feet from her. She bit her lip as her gaze raked the muscled chest and arms before her. It was even better than she had thought.
Atticus moved across the space between them, but Celine was faster. She’d already moved out of the way. She couldn’t believe what she was about to do, in a cave even.
“I thought you wanted to bathe together?” Atticus said, and cocked a brow at her.
Something about the way he said it made her stomach flutter deep inside.
“I did,” Celine said. The words came out as more a whisper despite the intense arousal already building in her.
A slow smile spread across Atticus’s face as he moved a little closer toward her.
There was nowhere to hide. He knew her game now and seemed to anticipate what direction she would move.
“Celine,” Atticus growled.
The rumble in his voice made Celine ache for him, feeding into the growing need that had been burning between them. Given what he had told her about Vestals, she wondered if this moment had been inevitable since the first day she met him.
Celine glanced to the left and then to the right. It was too late though, he was already surrounding her with his arms.
Worry gnawed at her, especially given the kind of man he was. Atticus would be everything she ever dreamed. She had no doubt about that, but she didn’t know if the opposite would be true. There also were more than a few practical considerations given his large size.
Still, her body and heart fought against the worry. Everything about what they were going to do felt right, almost necessary.
Her body shivered as he ran a hand over her bare arms. He paused, and she glanced up to where he stood.
“I want you,” Atticus said softly. “But if you aren’t ready…”
Celine could see in his eyes the pain her hesitation was causing him. She reached up and placed a hand against his cheek.
“I do want you.” She took a deep breath to explain. “It’s just that I don’t have a lot of experience.”
Atticus watched her intently. She wasn’t quite sure if he understood what she meant, but she pushed on, as awkward as it all might be.
“It’s just that you are a very large guy,” Celine said, and let her eyes slide down his well-defined body to where his grandest extra-large piece stood ready.
When she brought her eyes back to his, she expected anything but the smirk that had found its way on his face. She rolled her eyes and dropped her hand.
Men, they were all the same. Mention anything to do with their penis size, and it was like winning the lottery.
“So you’re worried?” he said.
Atticus stepped forward and pressed his hard length between their bodies. Her breath came in small bursts. Despite the worry, having him pressed against her only made her want to rub herself against his length. Her body craved it.
“You’re worried how our bodies will fit together?”
Celine stared into his burning eyes and watched as he let his mouth skim hers.
“I’ve been thinking about how our bodies will fit as well,” Atticus said. “How your sweet pussy will feel as it clamps down on me as you come hard.”
She didn’t know if it was the heat from the water or his words, but Celine leaned forward and placed her head against his solid chest, loving the feel of it.
A hand skimmed around her waist and pulled them closer together until there was no room between them. His thick cock rubbed against her. Teasing her front.
“Atticus,” Celine whispered. Her body was on fire now and not from the hot spring.
His other hand made its way down her ass, gripping it hard as he pulled her forward to grind their hips together. She reached out to grasp his strong arms.
After a moment of moving together, Atticus let his fingers slip down the crack of her ass until he reached the lips of her aching pussy. Oh how she needed more of his touch.
Celine shook in his arms, desperate for some sort of release. She wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted him to make her scream.
His fingers toyed with her opening, slipping just enough inside to make her desperate for more.
Celine pressed her ass hard against his hand, hoping to get him to slip inside and push her over the edge.
Atticus chuckled, and she moaned as a long, thick finger slipped into her depths. He moved in her now with a steady rhythm, pulling his finger nearly all the way out before slipping it deep inside.
“I think we’ll fit just fine,” Atticus whispered in her ear.
She nodded against his chest. Desperate to have him inside her now. To feel him.
Celine reached down between them and ran her hand slowly over his thick cock, already slick from the water. She circled him from base to tip and then back again, enjoying the hefty prize in her hand.
His fingers quickened inside of her, pumping her so hard that the water around them sloshed. She let out another loud moan.
“Fuck,” Atticus grunted as she increased her movements to meet his own.
Celine could feel her insides start to quiver. A building deep, low burn inside told her it wouldn’t be long. But she didn’t want to come from his fingers. Not this time.
“I need you in me,” she whispered. “Please.”
As if Atticus was just waiting for those words, he slipped his finger out of her and easily lifted her to the rock behind.
Celine stared into his bright blue eyes as he stepped forward and centered his cock at her wet opening. She bit her lip once and nodded.
“Please,” she whispered.
Atticus sank slowly into her, her wet center pulling him in inch by inch.
Celine had been right. He was large. The more he pushed, the fuller she felt, but his stretching did nothing to squash the warm hum that had settled inside her.
No. She only wanted more. She needed it. Needed to feel full.
Not wanting to wait, Celine wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him hard against her. One thrust seated him fully inside her.
“Oh my God,” Atticus hissed.
The pleasurable sensation almost overwhelmed her. The feeling of having him inside her was even more amazing than she thought it would be. She had never been so turned on in her entire life.
Atticus pulled back a little and easily slipped back inside. Her wet center was eager for him to start thrusting.
He watched her as he pulled back again. This time he entered her with a quick thrust. Celine moaned his name.
It was all he needed to know he was free to move. Atticus thrust hard and quick, pushing inside her. With each movement, Celine could feel him settle deep inside, rubbing the special place that only ached for total release.
“I’m so close,” Atticus grunted. His hips sped up, and the sound of their flesh slapping together echoed in the cave.
“Don’t stop,” Celine groaned, desperate only for the glorious release she knew was coming.
Atticus gripped her hips and used them to position himself better against her. They slipped to her ass to angle her up just slightly. One good thrust, and Celine was cresting over the edge, her cries something she couldn’t stop if she wanted.
The hybrid was close behind. His cock buried deep inside, and she could feel it grow before it jerked and coated her inside.
Atticus rested his head against her chest. Both breathed hard.
When he slid out, Celine tried to stand but found her head far lighter than she remembered. “Oh my.”
Atticus lifted her in his arms with ease. He stared down with worry in his eyes. “We were in far too long,” he said. “We need to get you some cold water and something to eat.”
“Eat? You found food, then?”
Atticus grinned and carried her to a bed of moss and sat her gently on top. “Rest here while I make us some fish and bring you a drink.”
Celine grinned up at him. He cocked his head to the side
“Is this how it’s always going to be?” she asked. “Afterward you get me a snack and water?”
“Yeah. I think it will be.” A slow smile spread across his face. “But maybe it’s self-serving so I can have my way with you again.”
Celine laughed at his mischievous grin and gave him a wink. “I’m not going to complain.” She giggled.
She lay back on the rock as he busied himself sparking a new fire with rocks in their new firepit and cooking, a smile firmly planted on her face. It took him a little longer to get the fire going than with her glasses, but the flames still came.
No doubt remained, whether or not she believed in the Vestal idea. She was in love, and there was no denying it. Come what may, she was just going to let herself have the moment and deal with whatever came next.