Kayla

I let the coat fall from my arms, then slowly back up and begin to step into the lace thong, watching Atlas watch me with a hunger that matches my own. He slowly starts to unbutton his dress shirt, so I stop what I’m doing.

“Stop,” I command.

His hands still as he meets my gaze, his brow furrowed.

I finish pulling the panties up and point to his chest. “That’s mine to unwrap.”

Atlas grins, dropping his hands to his sides. “Well, then. What are you waiting for?”

I tilt my head. It’s hard to tell who’s in control of this situation, because we’re both ready to come undone and can’t get enough of each other, and I’m not sure I care who’s in charge as long as he’s not five feet away from me much longer.

I shake my head slowly. “You’re too far away.”

He closes the distance between us in one long stride, then drops to his knees. I gasp at how quickly he moves, and before I can take a steady breath, he runs his tongue over the black lace between my legs and my inhalation is caught somewhere between my mouth and my lungs, strangled by a moan of pleasure.

“Fuck,” he murmurs against my pussy. “I love the noises you make.”

I close my mouth as embarrassment heats my cheeks. Atlas looks up at me, but I close my eyes, fighting a smile.

Laughter vibrates against the lace as he closes his mouth over me, and my eyes fly open as I suck in a breath. He grazes the lace with his teeth and I whimper.

“Don’t think I won’t make you moan like that all night, Kayla. The sounds I pull from you are nothing to be embarrassed about.”  He looks back down and runs his hands up and down my legs, then settles at the apex and runs his fingertips over my pussy. My knees weaken and I pull in a shaky breath.

“Atlas,” I whisper. “I can’t take this.”

“Now you know how I felt all night.”

I laugh. “But were you at least surprised?”

He growls deep in his throat. “So fucking surprised.” He pushes the lace aside and drags his tongue over me. When my legs start to bend, he wraps his arm around my thighs and looks up at me. “Are you ready to come for me?”

I swallow and nod, looking down at him. His lips are already wet from my arousal and the sight of him makes my belly tighten to an almost unbearable pressure. “Come here.” He stands, releasing me on shaky legs, and as soon as his mouth is level with mine, I claim it, pressing my tongue into his mouth and stretching my body against his. He moans into my mouth as his hard length presses against me, and I wrap my arms around his neck, hauling myself up. He grabs my thighs, gripping me tightly as I lock my ankles behind him. He quickly walks toward the bedroom, and I move my hips against him, teasing him the way he just teased me moments ago.

I like the sounds he makes, too, and I want them all.

He lays me down on the bed, then climbs over me, pressing his cock between my legs. I unbutton his dress shirt, then slide my hands over his hard shoulders and push the shirt back to look at his chest. Hard lines and faded black ink, he’s so damn hot I can’t imagine ever looking at anyone the way I look at him. He’s ruined me for the next guy, and I’m loving every minute. I reach down between us and unfasten his belt, then unwrap my legs and sit up to help him out of his pants. He backs up off the bed and finishes undressing, and when he stands before me, in nothing but his perfect, naked form, a shudder rocks me from head to toe.

“Hot damn, Atlas, you look good enough to eat.”

He grins when I say his words back to him, then climbs back onto the bed, moving over me with the predatory gaze of a lion. He runs his finger over my lips, then down my throat, between my breasts... he trails it down my stomach then tucks it into the top of my lace thong. “I owe you a new pair.”

What? Before I can voice the question, he brings his mouth to my right hip and grips my thong with his teeth. He takes the other side in his hand, and as I watch him, waiting for what he’s going to do, he uses his free hand to slide the lace aside and run his fingers over the wetness between my legs. I bite my lip and open wider for him, then he slides his fingers inside me and starts plunging them in and out, in and out, and God, he feels so good. Everything Atlas does to me is magic. Pure fucking magic and I never want it to stop. My body reacts to him like I never thought possible, so wet, so ready, so very much his to command.

He tears the panties from my body and I gasp, looking down at his wicked grin, the lace still dangling from his mouth. He tosses them aside, then looks back at me with a shrug. “That was easier than I thought it would be.”

I open my mouth to laugh, but he curls his fingers up against my g-spot, and the words are cut off as all thoughts disappear and every ounce of energy in my body rushes to that place where his fingers are tucked up deep inside me. With another curl of his fingers, my back arches as he coaxes me toward the edge, toward him. I reach out and grip the comforter, moving my hips with each stroke of his fingers, my body tightening more each time he presses up into me. 

His mouth clamps down over me, and he runs his tongue back and forth over my clit, matching the motion of his fingers as he pulls me closer and closer to orgasm. He moans over my lips and the vibration pushes me right off the ledge.

I press into his mouth as my legs shake and my belly tightens and the pressure builds so much that I can’t take it anymore. Can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t see.

“Come on, baby,” he says, pulling my orgasm from me in waves that rock me from head to toe.

I shout his name as my body clenches, throwing my hand into his hair to hold him still because if he moves his tongue against my clit one more time I think I might die.

And then he does it anyway. Because he’s Atlas.

As a final, earth-shattering tremble wracks my body, he holds his fingers firmly against my g-spot until the waves finally cease. Wetness covers my legs, dripping down into my ass and soaking the bed beneath me. I suck in a gasp when his tongue finds me once more. He licks me slowly, gently, tasting what my body just did for him.

I’d be ten kinds of embarrassed if it wasn’t the sexiest damn thing that’s ever happened to me.