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My lover. I am that. His. In every way. Yes, it's fast, but it's right too. I have never felt this way. Not with Tino. Never.
I trust Atlas implicitly and I have no fear as he guides me through the club and up the stairs.
"Yes, my pussy is wet." I never use that word, but saying it sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
Is it the naughtiness of it? Or simply that I'm telling Atlas about how turned on he makes me?
He growls and slides that errant hand down between my legs, his long fingers slipping between my slick folds easily.
We keep walking, even though his fingers delve into my hungry cooch.Dio mio.
The things this man does to me.
He plays with me as we cross the club and stops only to put the code in to unlock the door. Then his fingers are back, rubbing over my swollen clit as we mount the stairs. The shift in our bodies as we go up each stair jostles his fingers, giving and then taking away the friction I'm craving.
His big bulge rubs up against my bare bottom every couple of steps too and I can't help pushing back into him. Wanting more, knowing I can't have it.
Yet.
He opens the door to my apartment, guides me inside and then both of his hands fall away from me.
"No," I protest.
"Be a good girl and stay there."
Porca miseria!Can he say anything in that voice that won't turn me on?
I hear him moving around the kitchen and then his steps take him to the bedroom. I remain where I am, my body vibrating with need as images of what is to come play through my head.
The cuffs on my wrists tug and I realize Atlas is back, right in front of me and he's pulling on the chain between the cuffs.
"Everything is ready. Come with me."
Everything?What is everything?
"Che cosa?" I ask in Italian.
Before I can get my befuddled brain to translate to English, Atlas stops and his lips press almost reverently against mine before the kiss turns carnal and I find my leg up around his hip as I seek the stimulation I need against his denim clad leg.
He breaks the kiss and gently shifts my leg so my foot is once again on the floor.
"No," I moan.
His hand cups my nape. "Trust me."
He waits and I realize he wants my agreement.
"I do," I tell him. With my body and my heart.
He gets us over to the bed and pulls me into his lap, so I am straddling him. A sweet, fresh scent makes my mouth water as something cold presses against my lips.
"Open." He's being bossy again.
And it's making my core go molten. If I were a nuclear reactor, I would be in danger of exploding from the heat.
My lips part without a thought from my brain and a cold morsel settles on my tongue. A grape. I chew and swallow before he kisses me again. But as soon as it gets interesting, he pulls his mouth away and puts another piece of fruit against my lips.
It's a chunk of pineapple this time. He keeps kissing and feeding me until I'm humping mindlessly against his jean covered erection. I eat each bite without thought waiting for the kiss that follows.
