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Weird, but I'm too tired to worry about making sense of it.
A few minutes later, I'm too turned on. Atlas touches me everywhere, his big fingers gentle but insistent between my legs.
When he slides into me from behind, I moan. Setting a leisurely pace, he acts like he has all the time in the world. He doesn't pull back very far, using short, deep and slow thrusts to keep me on the cusp of orgasm, but never quite taking me over.
My body is on fire and I undulate against him. It's not enough though.
I reach between my legs and press my middle finger against my clit. Ecstasy shoots outward from the bundle of nerves, making my womb contract. Shivers of pleasure travel up and down my thighs.
His hand grabs mine, pulling it away and I cry out in protest.
"You want something?" he asks, his voice husky in my ear.
"I want to come."
He wraps our fingers together. "Do I ever leave you hanging?"
"Now. I want to come now."
"You're not ready."
I'm so ready, I'm vibrating with it. But instead of arguing, I touch myself with my other hand. It's more awkward because that arm is under me, but I'm able to reach my pleasure button and I push it.
Circling the bundle of nerves and then scissoring my fingers around it, my orgasm builds.
"Uh…uh…uh…" Atlas tuts, grabbing that hand too.
He guides it up to his neck, shifting my body as he needs so he can. He pulls my other hand up. "Clasp them behind my neck," he growls in that bossy voice that sends arousal arcing along every nerve ending.
All the while, he keeps up that maddeningly slow rhythm with his hips. His thrusts take him deep inside my body, his oversized sex stretching me perfectly, on the pleasure side of pain.
I interlock my fingers behind his neck.
"Good,eromenis mou. So good for me. So good to me." His hand travels up and down my body.
Squeezing my breast, pinching my nipples, caressing my neck, trailing his fingers down my inner thigh, he touches me everywhere but where I need him most.
"Touch me!" I plead.
"I am touching you."
"There, I need you to touch methere."
"Here?" His fingertip barely skims over my clitoris.
"Yes," I moan.
He does it over and over again and I'm sure it's not enough. I plead and shift against him, but I don't move my hands. He doesn't change the slight pressure of his touch.
I am mindless with pleasure when my climax hits me out of nowhere. Screaming, my body arches and somehow he moves his hand enough to keep the same light touch. There is no respite from the pleasure, it builds to a second crescendo almost immediately and I scream until I am hoarse as shudder after shudder of ecstasy works through my body.
Then he shoves forward, buried so deep in my body his scrotum presses into my bottom. His hand clamps down on my tender flesh and pleasure wars with pain as my overstimulated clit reacts to the firmly possessive touch.
He comes shouting my name and holding my body so tight, it feels like he'll never let me go.
Like so many times before, he refuses to pull out after, his still hard erection holding his essence inside of me.
Exhausted from my prolonged pleasure, I fall asleep with him still inside me.
