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)
He flexes his hands before trailing the back of his fingers up the outside of my calves, up to my knees.
My entire body feels like it’s on fire, and as he presses a soft kiss to the inside of my right thigh, and then another one to the left, the flames only grow higher.
It’s almost like my body is at war with itself. I’m burning up with need, yet covered in chill bumps. I want to spread my legs wider for him and clamp them shut. I want him to move his mouth higher and—
“Eyes on me, Nora,” he says, licking a strip up my thigh, causing my core to clench. “I want you to watch me while I make you feel good. I want you to know it’s me, and when you come, I want you to scream my name. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.” My breathing is already ragged in anticipation of what’s to come. He hasn’t really even touched me yet, and I can feel my wetness coating my panties and the insides of my thighs.
“Good girl, but let’s lose these, yeah?” He fingers the edge of my underwear before helping me out of them. Once I’m completely bare before him, he brings his mouth back to my skin, peppering my inner thighs with soft kisses, until his nose brushes against my neatly trimmed curls. “Fuck, you smell divine.”
My cheeks burn, both with embarrassment and arousal. The thought of him sniffing me there is so strange, but at the same time, it’s kind of hot, too. In a primal sort of way.
“Can I taste you now, Nora?” He looks up at me, watching my face carefully as he waits for my answer.
I nod.
But that’s not enough for him. “Words. I need you to tell me. So, I’ll ask again—can I put my mouth on your pretty pussy?”
Oh, wow. Wow, wow, wow. I’ve never understood the appeal of dirty talk, but now, I totally freaking get it.
“I-I think I might die if you don’t,” I tell him honestly.
He licks his lips and then grips my thighs, pushing softly outward. “Widen your stance a little.”
“Wouldn’t a bed—”
“I want to be on my knees for you.” He parts my lips with his thumbs. “That way you’re in control. If I do something you don’t like or don’t want, you can shove me away, knee me in the face, anything you need to do to get away. This. Is. About. You.” He emphasizes each word with a kiss to my… pussy.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask him where to put my hands when he spears me with his tongue. My hands fly to his hair on their own accord, holding onto the thick strands for dear life as he feasts on me like I’m the most decadent meal he’s ever eaten.
There’s no room for awkwardness with him on his knees before me, not where he’s doing his level best to wring every ounce of pleasure from my touch-starved body.
“Oh-oh, God,” I whimper, rocking my hips as he alternates between kissing, sucking, and licking me. Everything he’s doing feels so, so good, but I still need more. “Touch… touch me… please.”
“With pleasure,” he growls, pressing his index finger against my slick center.
He takes his time, rubbing it up and down my slit, slowly working the digit inside of me. The intrusion stings a bit at first, causing my entire body to tense up, but in the blink of an eye, euphoria unlike anything I’ve ever known before surges through me, making my muscles go practically liquid.
“Tastes so good,” he murmurs before sealing his lips around my bundle of nerves, sucking in time with the pumping of his finger. “Want you to come all over my face.”
I tug on his hair as I rock my hips, totally wanton, loving the way his slight scruff feels between my thighs.
“Atlas!” I cry out, as my entire body draws taut like a bowstring. “I…” Words fail me, but he knows.
“I’ve got you, Pip,” he whispers, crooking his finger inside of me, rubbing against the sweetest spot as he doubles down on my clit.
And just like that, all of the pressure building inside of me blows. Blinding, white hot pleasure explodes inside of me. It’s almost like I’m floating…
No, I’m flying, and I’m not sure I ever want to come down.
But eventually, I do, and it’s to find Atlas still kneeling before me, looking all too pleased with himself.
“I…” It takes a few tries to get my words to work. “I want to make you feel just as good.” I trail my fingers over his forehead and down his cheek. “Can I?”
He stands so fast that I get whiplash. “You damn well know you can. Just tell me where you want me.”
I don’t know if it’s the way he’s looking at me like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen, or my orgasm loosened my tongue, but before I can think it through I blurt out, “In my mouth.”