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He reaches behind me and does what I'm craving, removing the tie binding my hands. But I have no chance to enjoy my new freedom before I find myself on my back on the couch.
Atlas shoves my thighs wide apart and arranges my hands in the crooks of my bent knees. "Hold them."
"I want to touch you." I'm not whining.
I'm stating, in a sort of pleading tone. Is pleading better than whining? Does it matter when I feel this good?
"You want me to control your body," he says, his tone deep and commanding.
Dio mio. He is right.
Unable to see him because I am still blindfolded, I clasp my legs tightly and pull my thighs even further apart for him.
He hums his approval and then my panties yank tight against my hips before the fabric gives way completely to the strength in Atlas's grip. Pulling the ruined underwear upward, he tows the thin strip of fabric that sat between my butt cheeks up between my nether lips. It drags against my clitoris before he rips the torn panties completely off my body.
Wetness gushes from my core. Not being able to see makes everything I experience so much bigger. We are definitely doing this again.
"I'm going to leave a wet spot on your couch," I pant.
"Good. Every time I see the stain, I will think of you like this," he growls.
Nothing he could say could turn me on as much as knowing he thinks about me when we aren't together. It is not out of sight, out of mind, like it had been in my marriage.
Freezing cold against my clit shocks a scream out of me. My legs automatically try to snap together to protect my tender bundle of nerves. Atlas's head and shoulders are there though. His hot mouth covers my clitoris and he sucks, nipping gently. Then, swirling his tongue around my clit, he warms my chilled flesh.
He pulls back. "Pussy and lime sorbet. My new favorite flavor."
I laugh.
"What?"
"That's what I thought when I sucked it off your finger."
He grunts.
Oh, caveman. Why are you so damn sexy?
Another dollop of frozen confection lands against my clitoris and I cry out. He doesn't put his mouth on me right away this time but holds my thighs open while the chill permeates my sensitized bud.
I squirm as the sorbet slowly melts against my heated flesh, sending a message to my nerve endings that I cannot decide is pleasure or pain.
"Please, Atlas."
"What do you want,eromenis mou? Do you want me to finish my dessert?"
"Yes," I practically yell.
"Soon." He runs his finger through my slick folds. "So pretty."
"Atlas," I wail.
There is no warning before he shifts and his mouth is back on me. He licks all over my vulva, before gently sucking one of my labia into his mouth. Holding it carefully between his teeth, he runs his tongue along the plump and sensitive flesh.
Porca miseria!I am not going to survive this.
I realize I said the words aloud when he stops eating me and lifts his head.
"Yes." His voice so fierce it sends a shudder through me. "You will survive and thrive."
