Recollection

twenty-nine | piercings

song: PARTYNEXTDOOR ~ Dreamin' (INSTRUMENTAL)

A quiet moan slipped from my lips as I felt movement beneath the white sheet covering us. My eyes were still closed, and my hand reached out to the pillow beside me, searching for him but I didn't find the man I was looking for there. Instead, I found nothing but cool linen where he should have been.

Then a euphoria rippled through me, and I felt my core tighten.

"Atticus..." I murmured his name as the rhythm of his touch resumed, sending a cascade of sensation through me. His fingers curled inside, massaging just the right places, while his tongue brushed over my clit in slow, tantalizing laps. I could barely hold myself together as he added a third finger inside me and sent jolts of electricity up my spine, and the next wave crashed over me, hard, consuming me. He continued, drawing out my release, filling every nerve with electric heat. I clung to his hair, gripping him as though I might float away otherwise. When I finally came down from the high, my hands dropped to my sides, boneless and spent.

The bastard with a last kiss at my core surfaced from beneath the sheets, resting his head over the breasts he loved so much. We lay there, holding each other in the quiet warmth of morning, sharing a soft smile. Then he shifted, moving closer, and he kissed my nose, my cheeks, and finally my lips in a gentle, lingering kiss.

"Good morning, firecracker," he murmured, his voice a husky caress against my lips. I couldn't help but smile back. A good morning indeed.

I reached for the silver chain around his neck, tugging him back down for another kiss, and this time it was deeper, filled with the fire, the love, and the ache that he seemed to draw from me effortlessly. In a swift move, I pushed, shifting our positions until I was straddling his waist, grinding lightly over his hardness.

"Good morning to you too," I whispered, a teasing smile tugging at my lips as I rocked my hips, feeling him beneath me.

He groaned, his hands coming to rest on my hips. I leaned down, pressing him into the mattress as I guided him inside me, feeling the stretch, the fullness. We both moaned at the sensation, and he gripped my hips as I began to move, letting him guide me, setting a rhythm that built between us. Each motion sent pleasure skimming over my skin, an ache only he could fill.

My hands drifted to my breasts, but his hands were there before mine, pinching my nipples firmly, a playful glint in his eyes as he took advantage of the metal bars in each one. The added sensation was intense, pushing me over the edge again, and I shattered, crying out as pleasure took over.

"I love these," he rasped, his voice roughened by desire, his gaze burning as I moved faster, tightening around him.

"And I love you," he said, and our eyes met, his filled with a tenderness that made my heart race.

"I lo—" I began, but a loud knock interrupted us, followed by the door swinging open.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?" Leo's shout tore through the room.