His to Save

Chapter 30

CHAPTER 30

NORA

A tlas drives like a man on a mission, and I guess in a way he is—a mission to get me naked.

Can’t particularly say I’m mad about it, because I’m every bit as excited as he is, if not a little nervous.

He throws the truck into park, cuts the engine, throws open his door, and rushes around to open my door and haul me into his arms.

“I’m gonna make you feel so damn good, Pip.” He skims his nose along my jaw.

“Promise. Gonna take care of you. Love you right.”

“I know you will.”

He sets me down once we’re safely inside the house.

“But I meant what I said. You’re in charge. I need your words, because knowing you’re in this as much as me, that you feel safe, that’s important. You hear me?”

“Yeah, I hear you.” I can also hear my heart beating like a drum in my chest, wild and out of control—but in the best possible way.

“Good.” He locks the front door and then turns to me with a wolfish grin.

“Now, if you want this, if you want me, I need you to head on back to our room and strip.”

“Strip?” I echo him, my voice shaking ever so slightly.

“Yeah, that’s right.” He toys with the ends of my hair.

“I want to see all of you. But, Nora…” He takes a step back, and immediately, I miss his warmth.

“If you don’t want this, if at any point you want to stop, tell me and we will. This only goes as far as you want it to.”

“Okay.” I nod, silently hyping myself up for what I’m about to do.

I pivot on my heel and take off down the hall toward our room, shucking my sweater off about halfway there.

Footsteps sound behind me, but I don’t look.

If I do, I might lose my nerve.

Instead, I unhook my bra and let it fall to the floor as I enter our room.

Hearing him call this our room sent tingles all through me.

Once inside, I kick off my boots, socks, and leggings.

Standing in nothing but my underwear, apprehension wraps itself around me like a dark cloud.

What if he doesn’t like the way my body looks?

What if I’m not good at any of this?

What if…

A low groan snaps me back to the here and now, and I turn to face Atlas, boldly letting him look his fill, even if I am shaking so hard my knees are knocking together.

“Fucking hell, Nora.” He steps fully into the room, his eyes devouring me.

“You’re… perfection.”

“Really?” I glance down at my belly, at the stretch marks running across my skin and then back to him, nibbling my lip.

Atlas tugs his shirt over his head and then drops to his knees in front of me, pressing a tender kiss right above the edge of my panties.

“Yes, a million times yes.”

He flexes his hands before trailing the back of his fingers up the outside of my calves, up to my knees.

My entire body feels like it’s on fire, and as he presses a soft kiss to the inside of my right thigh, and then another one to the left, the flames only grow higher.

It’s almost like my body is at war with itself.

I’m burning up with need, yet covered in chill bumps.

I want to spread my legs wider for him and clamp them shut.

I want him to move his mouth higher and?—

“Eyes on me, Nora,” he says, licking a strip up my thigh, causing my core to clench.

“I want you to watch me while I make you feel good. I want you to know it’s me, and when you come, I want you to scream my name. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.” My breathing is already ragged in anticipation of what’s to come.

He hasn’t really even touched me yet, and I can feel my wetness coating my panties and the insides of my thighs.

“Good girl, but let’s lose these, yeah?” He fingers the edge of my underwear before helping me out of them.

Once I’m completely bare before him, he brings his mouth back to my skin, peppering my inner thighs with soft kisses, until his nose brushes against my neatly trimmed curls.

“Fuck, you smell divine.”

My cheeks burn, both with embarrassment and arousal.

The thought of him sniffing me there is so strange, but at the same time, it’s kind of hot, too.

In a primal sort of way.

“Can I taste you now, Nora?” He looks up at me, watching my face carefully as he waits for my answer.

I nod.

But that’s not enough for him.

“Words. I need you to tell me. So, I’ll ask again—can I put my mouth on your pretty pussy?”

Oh, wow.

Wow, wow, wow. I’ve never understood the appeal of dirty talk, but now, I totally freaking get it.

“I-I think I might die if you don’t,” I tell him honestly.

He licks his lips and then grips my thighs, pushing softly outward.

“Widen your stance a little.”

“Wouldn’t a bed?—”

“I want to be on my knees for you.” He parts my lips with his thumbs.

“That way you’re in control. If I do something you don’t like or don’t want, you can shove me away, knee me in the face, anything you need to do to get away. This. Is. About. You.” He emphasizes each word with a kiss to my…

pussy.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask him where to put my hands when he spears me with his tongue.

My hands fly to his hair on their own accord, holding onto the thick strands for dear life as he feasts on me like I’m the most decadent meal he’s ever eaten.

There’s no room for awkwardness with him on his knees before me, not where he’s doing his level best to wring every ounce of pleasure from my touch-starved body.

“Oh-oh, God,” I whimper, rocking my hips as he alternates between kissing, sucking, and licking me.

Everything he’s doing feels so, so good, but I still need more.

“Touch… touch me… please.”

“With pleasure,” he growls, pressing his index finger against my slick center.

He takes his time, rubbing it up and down my slit, slowly working the digit inside of me.

The intrusion stings a bit at first, causing my entire body to tense up, but in the blink of an eye, euphoria unlike anything I’ve ever known before surges through me, making my muscles go practically liquid.

“Tastes so good,” he murmurs before sealing his lips around my bundle of nerves, sucking in time with the pumping of his finger.

“Want you to come all over my face.”

I tug on his hair as I rock my hips, totally wanton, loving the way his slight scruff feels between my thighs.

“Atlas!” I cry out, as my entire body draws taut like a bowstring.

“I…” Words fail me, but he knows.

“I’ve got you, Pip,” he whispers, crooking his finger inside of me, rubbing against the sweetest spot as he doubles down on my clit.

And just like that, all of the pressure building inside of me blows.

Blinding, white hot pleasure explodes inside of me.

It’s almost like I’m floating…

No, I’m flying, and I’m not sure I ever want to come down.

But eventually, I do, and it’s to find Atlas still kneeling before me, looking all too pleased with himself.

“I…” It takes a few tries to get my words to work.

“I want to make you feel just as good.” I trail my fingers over his forehead and down his cheek.

“Can I?”

He stands so fast that I get whiplash.

“You damn well know you can. Just tell me where you want me.”

I don’t know if it’s the way he’s looking at me like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen, or my orgasm loosened my tongue, but before I can think it through I blurt out, “In my mouth.”

He groans, reaching down and cupping himself through his jeans.

“I meant here, the chair, the bed…”

“Oh.” I duck my head, but Atlas is right there, crowding my space and laying his lips on mine before I have the chance to feel embarrassed.

“Just tell me where you want me, and that’s where I’ll be,” he says, breaking our kiss.

“Well.” I take a small step away from him.

“Before you go anywhere, I want you to…” Is it hot in here?

Man, saying this stuff is harder than I thought it would be.

“Tell me.” His voice is soft—just the encouragement I need.

“I want you naked, too.”

Instantly, he grips his belt buckle, somehow undoing it with only one hand.

I watch, utterly entranced, as he pops the button on his jeans before shucking them, and his boxers, down and kicking them off.

Atlas makes it look effortless, like stripping for me is second nature.

Then again, with a body like his, maybe it is.

He’s a big guy with wide shoulders and a broad chest that tapers into a narrow waist. His abs are a work of art, but right now it’s the space between his legs that has my attention.

He’s rock-hard, and there’s a small bead of liquid sitting right at the tip.

I remember the taste of it on my tongue, the saltiness of it, and while I didn’t particularly enjoy it, I loved knowing that it was me who made him feel that way.

“Get on the bed, Atlas.” My voice is soft, wrapping around the two of us like silk.

Wordlessly, he obeys, positioning himself on his back in the center of the bed, with his arms behind his head.

I should probably be more nervous than I am, but as I join him on the bed, I can’t find even a hint of anxiety rolling around inside of me.

Instead, I’m eager, because I know exactly how he likes to be touched.

I know just what to do to make him lose his mind.

That knowledge… it’s intoxicating.

“You gonna stare at it?” Atlas asks, reaching down to stroke himself with one hand.

“Or touch it?”

“Neither.” I push his legs apart, making room for me to kneel between them.

“I’m going to taste you just like you did me.”

He groans, still stroking himself from root to tip.

I lean in and swipe my tongue over the head of his dick, barely even wincing at the taste before sucking the entire crown into my mouth.

“Fuck, Pip. Your mouth is perfect.” His hips thrust ever so slightly, like he’s desperately trying to keep himself from coming undone.

Which is the exact opposite of what I want.

I want him wild with need for me.

Feral even, because deep down, I know even if he’s crazed with desire, he won’t hurt me.

It took my brain a while to get it, but now, I know unequivocally, he will never hurt me.

He’s still working his hand up and down his shaft as I focus all of my attention on the tip, but I want to play with all of him.

To touch and taste all he has to offer.

I push his hand away, replacing it with my own, fisting his length while sucking him like he’s my own personal lollipop.

“Feels so good.” His voice is a barely audible rasp, and I love it.

“Bet your pussy will feel even better.”

I gasp, and he slides deeper into my mouth.

Tears fill my eyes and he tries to retreat, but I don’t let him.

He’s so scared of pushing me too far, but what he doesn’t realize—what I’m only now realizing—is there is no such thing as too far with him.

I want everything he has to give me.

I want him to test my boundaries and to help me be brave and bold.

Because every time we’re together, even if it’s only kissing, he’s helping me gain back what his father took away.

“Pip, baby.” He fists the sheets between his strong fingers.

“You gotta stop or?—”

“Or what?” I ask, releasing him with a wet pop.

“Or I’ll come in your mouth.”

“And that’s a bad thing why?” Well, other than the taste.

But it’s a win for him.

“Because I’d rather come deep inside your tight little pussy.” His cheeks go crimson, and I love it.

I love knowing I did this to him.

“If you still want that, I mean.”

“I very much want it.”

“Are you sure?” He pushes himself up so he’s sitting and takes my hands in both of his.

“I don’t—it’s just this is your first time and?—”

“I’m not exactly a virgin, you know?” I glance down to my rounded belly.

“I know.” He swallows roughly, releasing my hands in favor of cupping my stomach instead.

“Before, you didn't have a choice, but now you do. With me, you always do. And every time you choose me, I'm going to fucking cherish it, Nora.”

I was already fully committed to going all the way with him, and this only reaffirms my decision.

“I love you,” I tell him, resting my hands on top of his.

“And I want this, with you and only you.”

“I love you, too, Pip. I?—”

“Then show me. Show me with your body just how much you love me.”

I expect him to take charge, to lay me down and for him to fit himself between my legs so he can make love to me.

But that isn’t what happens—at all.

Instead, he reclines back against the mound of pillows, a teasing sort of smile curling his lips.

“Straddle me.”

“What?” I nearly choke on the word.

Isn’t basic missionary the go-to as far as first times go?

Me being on top sort of feels like skipping training wheels in favor of a trick bike.

Which is worrisome, seeing as I don’t know how to ride anything— a bike or a dick.

“You heard me. We’ll take this one step at a time.” He taps his lower abdomen.

“Now, come sit right here and kiss me.”

One step at a time.

I can do this.

I straddle him, sliding over his still-hard dick as I make my way to where he wants me.

We both hiss at the contact.

He’s so big, I’m honestly not sure how he’ll freaking fit.

“Good girl, Pip. You’re doing so fucking good,” he says, once I’m sitting on top of him.

“Now brace your hands on my shoulders and put your mouth on mine.”

This time, I don’t hesitate.

And neither does he.

Our kiss goes from smoldering embers to a raging inferno just like that.

We’re a flurry of lips and teeth and tongues, feeding off one another’s desire.

We kiss and kiss and kiss, until finally, the need to breathe causes us to break apart.

“I… I want you inside of me.” Flames lick my cheeks, burning me from the inside out.

I literally can’t believe I just said that.

But Atlas’s answering grin chases any doubts away.

“What am I going to do with you? I don’t know what’s hotter—your lips wrapped around my cock or hearing you tell me exactly what you want.”

“I just want you, Atlas.” I rock forward and cover his lips with mine, speaking my next words directly against them.

“I want you, all of you, any and every way I can have you.”

It might be my imagination, but I swear, I feel his dick sort of jump against my thigh.

“I’m yours, Pip. In every way.” He reaches between us, taking himself into his hand.

“I’m completely clean, but if you want me to wear a condom, I will.”

Oh, God.

Protection never even crossed my mind.

Not even once.

“Um.” I swallow and look down to where he’s poised nearly at my entrance.

“No, we’re, well—you’re good.” I shrug.

“It’s not like I can get pregnant.”

The mood lightens as we both laugh.

“You’re something else, Pip.” Atlas darts forward, stealing a kiss.

But once we lock eyes again, he’s all business.

“I’m going to use lube because it’s your first time. If you reach over and open the nightstand drawer, you’ll find a bottle. It has a gold cap.”

My insides feel like they’re in a blender, sloshing and mixing all around as I reach to retrieve the lube.

“Open it and squirt a little into the palm of my hand.”

With shaking hands, I do as he says.

My mouth feels like it’s full of cotton as I watch him coat himself with the clear liquid.

“Now, I want you to spread yourself and then lower down onto me. It’s probably going to hurt at first, Pip, but I’ll do everything I can to ease the pain.”

My heart is thrashing in my chest, slamming violently against my ribs, as if it’s trying to break out of its cage and flee.

It’s fight or flight on steroids.

Luckily, my trust in Atlas is stronger than my fear.

I’m safe, I’m safe, I’m safe.

I chant the words inside of my head like a mantra as I spread my lips and line myself up with the head of his dick.

“You’re doing so good,” Atlas praises, his free hand roaming all over my body, offering soft touches that help ease some of my worry.

“When you’re ready, sink down onto me. Go as slow or fast as you want. We have all night, pretty girl.”

For several long minutes, I’m a statue, barely even breathing I’m so still.

Even my heart rate slows as I hover above him, fighting off memories of the last time someone was inside of me.

This is different, I reason with myself.

He’s different. He loves you and even if you got up and walked away now, he’d be okay with it.

“You’re so perfect, Pip. Perfect for me. Whether we do this now or a year from now, I’ll love you.”

God, it’s almost like he has a direct line to my insecurities.

Which is fine by me, because he’s also the balm, soothing away my worries and easing my pain.

He keeps whispering sweet words to me, all the while skimming his hands up and down my thighs, over my hips and belly, almost like he can’t help himself, like he has to touch me.

I’m not sure if it’s his gentle encouragement or the look of complete adoration in his eyes, but I know it like I know my own name: I’m ready for this.

I’m ready to be completely and wholly his.

“Ah, oh, God.” I exhale sharply, trying with all of my might to keep the tears stinging the back of my eyes from falling.

The last thing I want is to cry and ruin what should be a special moment between us.

“Are you okay?” Atlas asks through clenched teeth.

He sounds like he’s in more pain than I am, which is alarming.

“Just really…” I wiggle my hips ever so slightly, noting the way he tangles his fingers in the sheets with a white-knuckle grip.

“Full.”

He nods, his entire body shaking.

“Are you?” I move one hand from his shoulder down to his chest, placing my palm right over his heart.

Strangely enough, the staccato rhythm soothes something deep within me.

“Okay, I mean.”

“Pip, you feel so fucking good that it’s taking every bit of willpower I possess not to fuck you like a madman. The way your sweet little pussy is squeezing my cock is… fuuuuuck. Best thing I’ve ever felt in my whole damn life.”

“So, you’re not in pain?” I tip my head to the side, my hair falling around my face like a curtain.

“Because it kind of looks like you are.”

“Jesus, Nora.” His eyes crinkle in the corners as he grins up at me.

“No, definitely not hurting. I should be asking you that, though.”

I shake my head.

“No. It’s… snug.”

“You’re telling me,” he mutters under his breath.

“And it was a little uncomfortable at first, but now, I’m just… full.”

He releases the sheets and moves his hands to my waist. “Do you think you’re ready to move?”

“Um.” How is it even possible to be turned on and embarrassed at the same time?

Shouldn’t one cancel the other out or something?

“Move how?”

“Just like when we kiss. Roll your hips, rub yourself against me, take some time and figure out what feels good to you.” He pulls me forward, and I gasp at the sensation that zips through me, immediately repeating the motion.

“Yeah, just like that, Pip.”

“What about you?” I pant, finding a rhythm that works for me.

“Pretty girl, if it feels good for you, I can just about guarantee it does for me, too.”

I keep rocking against him, loving the way my body slips and slides against his, the way I can feel him deep inside of me, like we’re completely connected.

No, it’s more than that.

It’s like he’s a part of me, and I’m a part of him.

Intertwined down to our very souls.

Or maybe I’m just delirious with pleasure.

Anything’s possible with the way he’s making me feel.

“Talk to me, Pip,” Atlas urges.

“Tell me how you’re feeling.”

I part my lips to answer him, but all that comes out is a soft moan.

“Good then?” he asks, his lips curling up in a lopsided, self-assured grin.

“So, so good,” I say, lifting my hips ever so slightly before sliding back down his length.

He hisses, almost as if he’s in pain—but I know better.

He liked it. A lot.

If anything, he’s holding himself back, so as not to scare me.

It only makes me love him that much more.

And so, I do it again, lifting myself further this time, before grinding down onto him.

“Keep telling me.” He feathers his fingers over my hips in a barely-there touch.

“I need your words.”

“Better than anything.”

Atlas continues with his sweet torture, running his hands all over me while barely touching me at the same time.

It’s a delicious tease, turning my fevered, sweat-soaked skin to goose flesh.

“I never knew it could feel like this. Oh my God. It’s so good. So. Good.” I murmur those two words over and over as I rock against him, loving the feel of his skin against mine, enthralled by the way my clit rubs against him.

“That's right, pretty girl. Make yourself feel good, take what you need from me. I'm here for you, for your pleasure.”

I lean down and kiss him, stroking my tongue against his.

It feels like I’m teetering on the edge, but I need…

“More,” I whisper, ghosting my lips over his jaw.

“Can I touch you?” he asks.

“Like really touch you.”

I nod and he immediately palms both of my hips, helping guide my movements before sliding one hand up over my bump to cup my breast.

His deft fingers pluck and pull at my nipple, and I swear, it’s like I feel it all the way down to my core.

“Your pussy’s squeezing me so tight.” He leans up, drawing my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

“Feels so fucking good.”

My thighs shake as I continue impaling myself on him.

I truly never knew sex could be like this, that it could feel like this.

“You look so beautiful riding me. Like a fucking queen. You own me, Nora. My heart, my soul, all of it—all of me. Do you hear me? Everything I have is yours.”

His sweet words wrap themselves around me, grounding me as his body brings me bliss unlike anything I’ve ever known before.

And yet I still need something more.

“Atlas.” I whine his name, forcing my pelvis against his harder, desperately in search of whatever it is I need.

Somehow, though, he knows.

“I've got you, Pip. I've always got you.” He licks his thumb and then presses it to my clit, rubbing small, tight circles keeping a perfect rhythm with my hips.

“Atlas.” His name is a prayer, a plea.

“I think… I’m going to?—”

My entire body short circuits, my muscles tense as my back arches, and my mouth falls open in a silent scream.

My skin tingles and my body hums, like someone’s pumping electricity straight into my veins.

He keeps rubbing my clit and thrusting up into me in search of his own release, now that I’ve found mine.

“I love you,” I whisper, slumping against his chest, utterly exhausted.

“Fuck, Pip.” He thrusts once…

twice more before spilling into me.

“I love you, too. So damn much.”