“You can.”His breath blew against her clit.“You can come for me, can’t you, sweets?You can come against my mouth.You can come against my tongue.”He licked her again.Again.He growled, and shefeltthe savage sound in her core.“You can come with my tongue in you.”And his tongue was inside, replacing his fingers.Licking her.Lapping her up greedily before swiping back and sliding over her clit.
Her hips surged up toward him.Yet even as her hips slammed her toward his face and that wicked, wicked mouth, her hands flew down to push against his shoulders.To push him back.
She never wanted him to stop.
She wanted to stop herself.
She needed, and she feared, and if she let go, she’d be too vulnerable.Too exposed.
“Oh, my sweets, are you focusing on the way it feels when my tongue licks you?”He licked her again.That deep, dark voice pulled her.Compelled her.“On the way it feels when my fingers fuck you?”They were fucking her.In and out.In and out.Even as he licked and took and controlled her.
Control.
She didn’t have control.It was gone.He had it all.He was working her body and controlling her and there was?—
“You’re going to come for me,” he told her.“You’re going to come hard against my mouth.Grind that sweet pussy against me.”
She was grinding against him.Helplessly.Eagerly.She couldn’t stop.
She didn’t push at his shoulders.She clutched them.Drew him closer.Her nails bit into his skin.Her head tipped back against the pillow.
He was sucking her clit now.Sucking her even as those skillful fingers drove into her.
“I’m going to taste you when you come.” A fierce promise from Atlas.“I’ll taste everything.Every single drop?—”
She shattered.No other word for it.Lily was shattering as she looked down at him between her thighs.Taking and tasting, and she shuddered because he was so powerful and strong and so focused onher.Licking.Stroking.Claiming.
She could not hold back the orgasm.It just exploded through her.Surging through every cell of her body.Detonating through her.So much pleasure that she could barely breathe.The bedroom seemed to dim.To spin.She arched and cried out, the sound of her own release shocking to her ears.
He licked her again.Kept using his mouth as she rode out the wave of release.Endless.That was how it felt.Not some brief flash of pleasure.Not a little pop that was gone before she even realized it happened.This was so much more.
This was…
Soul deep.Body wrenching.The kind of pleasure she’d dreamed of having.
The perfect release.
Her breathing slowed.Trembles still shook her body.His head lifted.Atlas licked his lips, as if he had to have one more taste of her, and he was determined to savor every drop.
She held his stare as reality came back.A reality where she’d just come harder than she ever had thought possible, and he was still fully dressed.Between her thighs.Her blouse was still on.Her bra.
Her panties were ripped and tossed somewhere.
And she didn’t even care about them.
He began to rise.He eased back, but his gaze darted between her legs.“So fucking pretty.”
Was she supposed to say thank you?Thank you for the best orgasm ever?
He climbed off the bed.She turned toward him, aware that she could feel aftershocks inside, little quivers that sent pulses of pleasure careening through her.She expected him to strip.To toss off his shirt.Ditch his boots and the black pants and to come and fuck her.
Forget their forty-eight hours.She wantedmore.
But he…
Took a step away from the bed.“That’s a taste, Lily.Mytaste.”
“Atlas…”
