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I shake my head. "Everything is off. The lasagna is resting. We can eat it whenever."
"Good," he growls. "Put your hands on the edge of the counter and don't move them."
Anticipation shudders through me as I obey his instructions, planting my palms flat on the countertop.
"Good girl," he rumbles in my ear, his hot breath sending sensual shivers down my neck and into my shoulders.
Kneading my breasts, he tugs at my earlobe with his teeth. I want to lean back into his hard body, but I can't with my hands where they are. I whimper.
"Problem,ílios mou?"
"I want to touch you too."
"More than you want to feel this?" He pinches one nipple and then the other, alternating back and forth between them repeatedly.
Something about him doing it through the stiff, but slick organza adds to the sensations and arousal arrows down my body, making my vaginal walls contract in need.
"Atlas." That is all I say, but my voice drips with need.
Making an animalistic sound, he spins me around and covers my lips with his in a bone-melting kiss.
My body softening against his immediately, I open my mouth for his questing tongue. He tastes like beer and the addictive flavor that I have only tasted on his lips. It is pure Atlas.
Skimming his hands down my body, he sends more shivers of arousal cascading along every inch of naked skin his fingers touch.
My body reacts to him so quickly and completely. One caress and I am going up in flames.
Reaching behind me, he unties the apron. Our pressed together bodies are all that is keeping it in place. I shift back a little so it can fall before pressing my now naked breasts and diamond hard nipples against his chest.
When he cups my bottom, and lifts me, my legs automatically go around his hips. He jostles me so my core presses against the erection in his jeans. Pleasure zings through me and I moan into his mouth.
Not breaking the kiss, he effortlessly carries me into the bedroom. But he stops at the bed. "You're not too sore?"
I shake my head. Am I sore? The truth is, I've been pleasantly sore since that first morning after and I love the way it feels. Every twinge in my nether regions reminds me that right now, for as long as this thing lasts, I am not alone.
I'm not only sore though. I'm also extra sensitive too. Even wearing underwear stimulates me and keeps me in a constant state of arousal.
He kisses along my jaw. "We went at it pretty hard this morning."
"I remember," I purr. "Maybe we can do that again."
My vagina pulses in agreement.
"You're so perfect for me." He lays me down on the bed and steps back to strip out of his clothes. "Don't touch your thong."
That commanding tone sends shivers of need cascading through me. I slide my hand inside the front of my panties until my middle finger dips between my wet folds.
"I said—" he starts to growl.
But I interrupt him. "To leave them on. I have. You didn't tell me not to touch myself."
Drawing the silky wetness my body has made upward, I get my clitoris wet and make light circles around the bundle of nerve endings. My hips jerk upward and I moan.
The feral sound that comes out of Atlas goes straight to my core.
He grabs my wrist and pulls my hand away from my sex and puts it in his mouth. He sucks my fingers, sliding his tongue between them.
I revel in his attention, moving my body decadently on the bed.
