Vengeance (Updating Weekly)

Part 25

"Wait," Atticus stops me from leaving once more. He grabs my hand, spinning me around until I'm pinned up against the door. Desire flashes in his eyes. Just like last time, I meet him halfway. Our lips join together, this time hungrier than before. The kiss deepens almost straight away, our tongues wrestling in perfect sync. His body is pressed against mine. I raise my arm to his waist, holding him against me. His own hand travels up mine. I love feeling his hands on me. I want more. I want him touching me, everywhere — skin to skin. Atticus pulls away too soon. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have —."

"No," I bring our lips back together. I don't want to hear it. I'm done with this regretful shit, and I'm done choosing my head over my heart. Atticus gives in to me. He places his hand at the base of my jaw, the other snaking out my waist. He pulls me into him. I feel his bulge press against my pelvis. I make the first move. I slide my hand between us and cup his crotch.

"We don't have to—."

"Yes, we do," I run my fingers over his length. Oh my god, I can't wait to have it in my hand. "I want to."

"Are you sure?"

"I've already made up my mind," I tell him. "I this. I want us. I want to stay here."

"You do?" An excited smile pulls at his cheeks.

"I want to try."

I must look just as happy as he does. It's finally happening. I haven't allowed myself to feel any of this, but here I am, my need for him bursting out of me. Our kiss resumes, this time even more desperate than before. We've both been waiting for this — denying ourselves from what we have right now. His hand lifts from my waist up to my rib cage until he finally reaches my boob. He runs his thumb over my nipple. The sensation riles me up even more. I pull at the waistband of his pants, searching for the button.

"You should take these off," I mumble.

"You first," he takes things a step further. He slides his hand back down my waist and reaches up my skirt. He squeezes my ass. His other hand joins in, tracing the bottom edge of my panties.

"Take them off," I whisper. He doesn't need to be told twice. He lifts them up off my hips, pushing them down past my thighs. I kick them off along with my shoes. Atticus lifts my dress up over my head and tosses it onto the couch. We don't stop there. He unclips my bra, letting it drop down to the floor. I don't feel exposed standing naked before him, not even as he eyes me up and down. My body is pushed up against the door once more, this time by Atticus grabbing my boob. He kisses down my neck, goosebumps decorating my skin. He twists and pulls at my nipple. A loud moan slips from my lips, only encouraging him more. His hand trails down my body until they reach my core. He runs a finger over my labia, bringing my wetness up to my clit. He starts to circle. My body is on fire His other hand is in my hair, his lips still on my neck. I can't stop the moans from escaping me, my pleasure building. His kisses move up to my air. A shiver shoots up my spine as his breath tickles my skin.

"Get on the bed," he whispers.

"Uhm-hmm," is all I manage to choke out. I hurry off to the bedroom, receiving a hard slap on the butt as I walk away. I climb onto the mattress, still leaning against my arms to keep me upright. Atticus smirks at me. He's loving this just as much as I am. He slowly approaches me — too slow. He unbuttons his shirt as he heads my way, abandoning it on the floor. He looks even more chiselled today than he did yesterday — his muscles perfectly sculpted. I can't wait to get my hands on them. His pants follow suit, dropping to the ground. He kicks off his shoes. By the time he reaches me, he's in nothing but his boxers, but they have to go, too. I lean forward and cup his crotch in my hands. It's not good enough. I pull his waistband down, his cock springing free. Yes. This is brilliant. His package is a gift. His dick is at least 5 inches long and the perfect width to wrap my fingers around. I do just that, gently pumping up and down. He tilts my chin up to look at him.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he says. His expression is more relaxed than I've ever seen it. He's stuck in the moment, with nothing else on his mind other than the feeling of my hand around his cock. I finally make the decision to use my mouth, but he has other plans. He pushes me back against the mattress, forcing me to let go. His hand returns to my lips, sliding a finger into my vagina.

"Holy shit," I mumble. It's been so long, I've forgotten what it feels like. Atticus crouches down. He spreads my legs open wide, leaning over to run his tongue over my slit. He keeps fingering me, rubbing against my g-spot while he swirls his tongue around my clit. "Please, Atticus."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!" I urge. "Please."

His smirk grows. "I'm never going to get sick of this."

He pulls out a condom from his nightstand and wraps it over his penis. He stands up straight, bringing my legs up with him. They rest against his shoulders. He runs his tip over my slit before entering my vagina. My eyes roll into the back of my head, finally feeling the fullness I've been craving.

"Holy fuck," I let out a loud moan as he moves deeper.

"You feel so good," he inches forward, pressing a quick kiss against my lips. He pushes a strand of hair from my forehead, how smirk turning into a smile. "You're so fucking sexy."

He starts off slowly, pulling in and out at a steady pace, but he speeds up when it starts to get comfortable. He holds onto my legs. My fingertips brush against his chest, the distance too far to touch him how I'd like, but I don't care. The feeling of his dick pumping in and out of me is all that matters. I made the right choice. This is it. This is what I want — to be with Atticus every single day of my life, whether he's inside of me or not. This is it.