Page 40 of Striker
Each breath came out broken. She’d never been so aroused, had never wanted someone so badly. Atlas.
She brought her focus back to him.
He wrapped his elbow around her hip, and his large hand splayed over her belly. His other hand cupped the outside of her opposite thigh.
A thrill ignited her center. She couldn’t tear away her gaze.
He returned his mouth to her vulva, kissing and lightly sucking. He flicked his tongue into her, then swirled it around her folds before locking his lips on her again with more suction.
Her senses flickered.
A moan tore from her throat. Pressure built against her temples, nearly blinding her. “Atlas, oh my god,” she wheezed.
Her legs shook, her toes curled into balls, and her knees fell open in desperation. Atlas clung to her as if she were a ship in a turbulent sea, barely letting her move an inch when she otherwise would have levitated from the bed.
The dam broke. An orgasm rocked through her. He lapped at her sex, sucking every wave of her pleasure.
Her breath came out in heavy gasps as she returned to earth. Atlas continued to work on her, though not as intensely.
“Atlas,” she said weakly. If he didn’t stop now, she’d beg him to keep going.
“I’m glad you came. But we’re not done yet.”
No, of course not. He’d given her the most earth-shattering orgasm of her life, and he hadn’t even gotten undressed. His tongue swirled around her again and she damn near passed out.
“Oh god, wait,” she breathed, gripping his shoulder. “Not that I want you to stop, but you’re not going to come like this.”
He chuckled. “I might. Christ, hearing you come is almost as good as sex.” He kissed her hood again. “I’m just making sure you’re ready. Gimme a minute.”
She almost laughed. He wanted more time to go down on her? What kind of kinky fantasy had she fallen into?
Before she could question her reality further, a familiar pool of warmth opened in her low belly. She moaned and slid her fingers to the back of his head while he brought her close to the edge once again.
She wanted him inside her. “Atlas, now. I want you.”
He rose to his knees and stripped off his shirt. She watched, fully engrossed, as he stepped off the bed to shove his pants and boxer briefs down his legs. Thick muscle in his upper body tapered down to his ripped midsection. Her gaze drifted to the appendage below his waist. His large, thick member stuck straight out.
Her mouth went dry.
He reached for his wallet on the nightstand and retrieved a condom before turning back to her, gripping his cock. She rolled into a sitting position, reaching for his manhood.
As she slid her fingers over his silky shaft, he dropped his hand away and placed it on her breast. He rolled and gently squeezed her nipple. Need exploded through her. She held his cock tighter, twisting and pulling.
“Goddamn,” he breathed.
Moonlight streamed in through the window, catching the hard planes of his face. Color stained his cheeks, and he stared at her with unbridled appetite.
Her skin flamed.
His fingers dipped down her belly, touching between her legs. “You’re wet.” One fingertip edged inside her, and she bit back a moan.
She dropped back onto the mattress, and he expertly came down on top of her. Her knees lifted as if acting with a mind of their own.
He brought the foil to his teeth and ripped it open. After removing the condom, he rolled the rubber over his dick.
Molly’s nerves sang and her insides throbbed with a deep craving. He guided his head to her opening and eased into her.
She gasped as her body stretched, welcoming him. His arms caged her into his embrace, his skin so hot it was like a match to her fuel. His unique smell, all earth and lemons, wrapped around her.
