Page 27 of Guarded By Atlas

He smirks, “Let’s just say I’ve gotten better at getting a read on you.”

“Lucky me,” I giggle, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as need floods my stomach. Being close to him always does this to me. “I’ve always wanted to join the mile high club.” I trail a hand down his chest, watching heat flood those eyes as I reach the massive bulge in his pants. I lean in and brush my lips over his, tasting the champagne on his mouth and getting drunk off it. “Maybe you can help make that fantasy come true.”

“Maybe I can,” he says, flipping us and pushing me against the door so that my breasts are pressed against it. I gasp when he forces my legs open with his knee, and then there’s that hand, strong and calloused, sliding under my dress and trailing up my thighs. “You have to promise me to be real quiet, sweetheart,” he rasps, using his other hand to push my hair to the side. I jolt hard when I feel his lips touch the back of my neck just as his hand reaches around and strokes my breasts. He stops when I whimper. “Shh, no sound, okay?” I nod, biting hard into my lip to stop a moan when he rubs at my nipples over my dress. I jerk against him when the hand between my legs grazes my sex, teasing me over my panties. “God, you’re so hot. How is it that I want you more every day?” he growls into my neck, tugging down my panties and slipping a finger between my wet folds. “When I think I know your body and couldn’t possibly want youmore than I already do, I’m proven wrong.” I barely stop the cry that threatens to slip out when he finds my clit and rubs at the swollen bud. “I want you, more than it’s healthy for one person to want another.

I whine when he pulls out his finger, but then when I turn around, it’s to catch him sinking to the floor. He works around the tight place and reaches back under my dress to tear my panties the rest of the way down before nestling himself between my legs. That is all the warning I get before I feel his tongue over my sex.

“Oh God,” I cry out, slapping my hand on my mouth as his tongue slides through the wet slit of my sex. My knees turn weak and breath choppy when he starts licking my sex, sucking on my sensitive nub and sending wild flutters of pleasure through my system. I jolt hard when he slips his finger into me again, licking wildly at my clit until all I can do is choke back my sobs, afraid they’ll carry to the cabin.

The orgasm tears through me with little warning. I bite hard into my hand to stop the cry, my sex clenching around his finger as heat floods through my system. The tongue on my clit stays, lapping me through the orgasm until I’m a trembling mess, jolting from every tremor that rolls through my body.

And then he pulls back. His hands are already on his pants, tugging at the button and zipper. “My turn now, and I’m going to fuck that sweet pussy of yours, so promise me you’ll be good and not alert the crew,” he says as he lines himself up with my hole. As if anticipating my scream, his palm covers my mouth seconds before he’s slamming into me. “I’m going to take you hard and fast, sweetheart,” he whispers into my ear, pulling out before pounding back into me. “Ride your creamy little pussy so hard, you’ll be feeling me the rest of the flight.”

That is all the warning I get before he grabs my hips with his free hand and pulls me to him as he starts pounding, every thrust harder than the last. I sob behind his hand as pleasure floods my system, tiny fires lighting up in every corner of my body. The bathroom fills with the wet sounds of our love making, flesh smacking together and making the obscenest of noises.

And I revel in every second of it.

The hand on my hip reaches around and strums my clit as he hammers into me, grunting into my neck as he grinds into me with the violence of a sex-starved maniac. My body trembles as my walls take his girth, allowing him to stretch and pleasure me in ways only he can.

“Mine,” he growls into my hair, his thrusts growing impossibly feral. “I’m going to fill this tight pussy with my cum and plant a baby in your womb!” His words send my pulse quickening, pleasure flooding my system, and I moan. “You like that, don’t you?”

I nod, pushing back to meet his thrust. Christ, I like that idea so much. The thought of having a family with Atlas, kids that are a mix of him and me, is something I wanted from the moment I realized that I was in love with the man. I wanted it so much, but we both agreed that I needed to first heal from my trauma, and now… God!

Euphoria overtakes my system at the idea of finally having what we’ve spent countless nights talking about, and I feel the climax building. Atlas rubs fast at my clit, rocking harder into me, and when I let go, he’s there to catch me. Falling right along with me.

“I love you,” he grunts, biting into my skin as he pours his seed into me, his thrusts becoming slow and deep, drawingout the orgasm until the small space is filled with our harsh breathing. “How was that for your fantasy?”

I smile when he nuzzles into my hair. “Perfect,” I whisper, trying to catch my own breath. “It was more than perfect, and if I conceive on this flight, we’re naming the baby Skye if it’s a girl and Jet if it’s a boy.”

He laughs as he helps me straighten my clothes. He’s laughing all over again many months later when we welcome both Skye and Jet.

~The End