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I scream so loud the neighbors probably hear me.
I don't care. I have never come so hard. My soul is tethered to my body by the hard flesh filling me and stretching my inner walls.
Flipping us, Atlas starts to pound into me, bringing another earth shattering climax piggybacking onto my last one. This is no aftershock. My womb clenches with extravagant need. My muscles contract and I cry out, incoherent words, demands…but one word resounds around us.
His name.Atlas. I scream it, over and over again.
He keeps thrusting into me, grinding down with his pelvis and keeping me on the edge of bliss, before toppling me over again and again. It's too much. Too good. Too intense.
I start to hyperventilate.
He cups my breasts and caresses them in what is probably meant to be a soothing manner, but I'm so over sensitized, it only adds to the overload of sensation. My vision goes black around the edges.
I am going to pass out and I can't get the breath to tell him so. My body bucks and writhes, but he meets me thrust for thrust, forcing layer after layer of pleasure into my system.
It's too much.
I gasp out his name, but it's barely more than a whisper. "Atlas." Then everything goes black.
I don't know how long it is before I wake up, but I'm straddling his lap while he leans against the wall. My head rests over the Cerberus tattoo. The sound of his steady heartbeat against my ear comforts me.
My vaginal walls contract around him. His still hard erection is deep inside me. Although the copious amount of fluid leaking out of my vagina tells me he came too.
He's petting my back and whispering things to me in Greek that make goosebumps break out on my flesh even though I don't know what they mean.
I nuzzle into his neck. "We did it again."
"What?"
I yawn. "No condom."
I could nap right here. Even with him inside me. Maybe especially because he's inside me. I am safe. Protected. Connected to another human being in a way I've never experienced.
"The tests are for your peace of mind,ílios mou. I am clean. You are clean."
"I could get pregnant." Yes, I decided to take the risk and not use the morning after pill, but he deserves to know itisa risk.
If he has reasons for not wanting to father a child, I will take the pill. I'm still well within the window of effectiveness. Regardless, it only decreases the chance of pregnancy by 75%. Odds improved by my lack of ability to get pregnant the last two years of my marriage.
Atlas goes still, his hand halting midway down my back. "You're not on birth control?"
"No."
"Why not?"
Here it is. The moment of truth.
"I haven't had sex with a partner in five years." I've masturbated, but there's no risk to pregnancy with that.
His penis grows impossibly bigger inside of me, stretching well used flesh in a silent claim to my most intimate flesh.
Cupping my shoulders, he pushes me back far enough so he can see my face.
His is an emotionless, impenetrable mask.
A chill goes down my spine and I shudder. It's like the man sitting under me, still buried deep inside me, is not the same man I've been with since last night.
This man is a dangerous stranger.
