Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 119476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 597(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 398(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 597(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 398(@300wpm)
God, it’s almost like he has a direct line to my insecurities. Which is fine by me, because he’s also the balm, soothing away my worries and easing my pain.
He keeps whispering sweet words to me, all the while skimming his hands up and down my thighs, over my hips and belly, almost like he can’t help himself, like he has to touch me.
I’m not sure if it’s his gentle encouragement or the look of complete adoration in his eyes, but I know it like I know my own name: I’m ready for this. I’m ready to be completely and wholly his.
“Ah, oh, God.” I exhale sharply, trying with all of my might to keep the tears stinging the back of my eyes from falling. The last thing I want is to cry and ruin what should be a special moment between us.
“Are you okay?” Atlas asks through clenched teeth. He sounds like he’s in more pain than I am, which is alarming.
“Just really…” I wiggle my hips ever so slightly, noting the way he tangles his fingers in the sheets with a white-knuckle grip. “Full.”
He nods, his entire body shaking.
“Are you?” I move one hand from his shoulder down to his chest, placing my palm right over his heart. Strangely enough, the staccato rhythm soothes something deep within me. “Okay, I mean.”
“Pip, you feel so fucking good that it’s taking every bit of willpower I possess not to fuck you like a madman. The way your sweet little pussy is squeezing my cock is… fuuuuuck. Best thing I’ve ever felt in my whole damn life.”
“So, you’re not in pain?” I tip my head to the side, my hair falling around my face like a curtain. “Because it kind of looks like you are.”
“Jesus, Nora.” His eyes crinkle in the corners as he grins up at me. “No, definitely not hurting. I should be asking you that, though.”
I shake my head. “No. It’s… snug.”
“You’re telling me,” he mutters under his breath.
“And it was a little uncomfortable at first, but now, I’m just… full.”
He releases the sheets and moves his hands to my waist. “Do you think you’re ready to move?”
“Um.” How is it even possible to be turned on and embarrassed at the same time? Shouldn’t one cancel the other out or something? “Move how?”
“Just like when we kiss. Roll your hips, rub yourself against me, take some time and figure out what feels good to you.” He pulls me forward, and I gasp at the sensation that zips through me, immediately repeating the motion. “Yeah, just like that, Pip.”
“What about you?” I pant, finding a rhythm that works for me.
“Pretty girl, if it feels good for you, I can just about guarantee it does for me, too.”
I keep rocking against him, loving the way my body slips and slides against his, the way I can feel him deep inside of me, like we’re completely connected.
No, it’s more than that.
It’s like he’s a part of me, and I’m a part of him. Intertwined down to our very souls.
Or maybe I’m just delirious with pleasure. Anything’s possible with the way he’s making me feel.
“Talk to me, Pip,” Atlas urges. “Tell me how you’re feeling.”
I part my lips to answer him, but all that comes out is a soft moan.
“Good then?” he asks, his lips curling up in a lopsided, self-assured grin.
“So, so good,” I say, lifting my hips ever so slightly before sliding back down his length.
He hisses, almost as if he’s in pain—but I know better. He liked it. A lot.
If anything, he’s holding himself back, so as not to scare me. It only makes me love him that much more.
And so, I do it again, lifting myself further this time, before grinding down onto him.
“Keep telling me.” He feathers his fingers over my hips in a barely-there touch. “I need your words.”
“Better than anything.”
Atlas continues with his sweet torture, running his hands all over me while barely touching me at the same time. It’s a delicious tease, turning my fevered, sweat-soaked skin to goose flesh.
“I never knew it could feel like this. Oh my God. It’s so good. So. Good.” I murmur those two words over and over as I rock against him, loving the feel of his skin against mine, enthralled by the way my clit rubs against him.
“That's right, pretty girl. Make yourself feel good, take what you need from me. I'm here for you, for your pleasure.”
I lean down and kiss him, stroking my tongue against his. It feels like I’m teetering on the edge, but I need… “More,” I whisper, ghosting my lips over his jaw.
“Can I touch you?” he asks. “Like really touch you.”
I nod and he immediately palms both of my hips, helping guide my movements before sliding one hand up over my bump to cup my breast.