Scandalous Affair: Atlas Mate

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People have been producing and loving art for a long time. If we observe deeply, we can discover that art can be found in almost any place. To put it another way, all in life is a piece of art. It communicates feelings or a way of life. Art provides us with a fresh perspective on the world. It is one such work that allows for unlimited perception. The most significant aspect would be that it allows us to interpret things based on our personal experiences and recollections. The world would be a lifeless existence without art. Corollary, art brought so much joy and color into our life, freeing us from the mundane of daily existence, especially in my sad and lonely life. 

Art is made of various colors that have been molded by life and then fashioned into a mosaic that piques the mind's interest. 

Laying in bed in front of Atlas Mate with a smoldering eye that could melt hearts and souls... and, of course, panties. I felt like a fucking art. With desire dancing on them, making his eyes look like a blue fire. My body was starting to burn for him. Brighter and hotter, and I couldn't stop it from burning me to ash. But where was the fun if the fire died instantly, right? 

"Then beg me," I said in a raspy voice that sounded sweet at the same time, like a sirene in the middle of a dangerous ocean luring fishermen.

Atlas's eyes gleamed in answer to my challenge. I popped up my elbows a little and tilted my head as I moved my legs slowly, making my lingerie raise, letting my underwear peek. I watched his eyes follow my movement, and when he saw my underwear, his jaw clenched. I smirk as satisfaction crawled inside of me. 

I ran my hands to my chest up to my neck as sexily as I could, "Do you want this? Do you wanna touch me? Kiss me?"

He gripped the pencil as I saw his sweat pants grow tighter, "Yes," he said breathily. 

I slightly opened my legs more to give him a better view, "Beg, Baby. Beg."

Atlas licked his lips and looked at me dangerously. He started crawling to the end of the bed where I was sitting. His biceps were flexing as he crawled slowly with his hot gaze. I could feel my pussy starting to dampen a little as I watched him. I bit my lips when he reached my feet, and his hot hands immediately sent shivers on my spine in a pleasurable way. Atlas caressed my feet' tendon with his free hand and kissed my skin there.

"Bless this poor man's heart with your sexy ass and wet pussy."

I gulped at his dirty talk slash, begging. I have never heard or tried dirty talking, and I didn't know it was this hot. Maybe, it would be my thing only if it was Atlas. My mind was dragged back to Atlas when I felt him lick my feet' tendon. Oh, god, that fucking talented tongue of his would be the death of me. I fucking swear.

I gulped and tried to contain my desire to do his bidding, "Tell me, why would I do that, Baby? Would your artist's hands couldn't function without me? Without touching me?"

"Yes, yes," he looked up to me with his lips still near my feet, "You know how fucking weak I am against you, Baby Girl. Tasting you were better than my fucking fantasies. Having you by my side was like a pie in the sky. I crave you like a damn air that I need to stay alive. I need you to feel alive."

My heart was filled with an intense feeling that Atlas could only give me and no one else. "Do you want me to touch myself? Do you want to see how hungry I am for you?" I said in a sultry voice.

"Only if you want it, Baby." 

Using my feet, I pushed him away gently, making him sit on the carpeted floor of our hotel room. He held my still stretched feet and made a trail of kisses up to my knee.