A Promise

I woke up feeling amazing. It was still dark out through the window. And I was warm and cozy under the blankets. I nestle into the bed further and back into something warm and firm. I nearly jumped out of the bed when I heard a chuckle. “Relax little one. Don’t move” he said as he wrapped his arm around me to bring me closer to him. I melted at the contact. He started playing with my hair. I started to fall back asleep when I heard him whisper “Happy Birthday little one”.

I was drifting in and out of sleep when I felt the pressure in my lower stomach grow. My pussy felt too good. His tongue gently and slowly teasing my folds and my clit. He started sucking on me. Placing a finger inside of me slowly. Making me wake up completely. I moan at the intrusion of my core. He moaned into me after he added a second finger. Massaging me from the inside. He alternated the movements of his fingers bringing me closer and closer to my climax. I shattered. Glad that I’m the only one on this floor so I don’t disturb anyone with my whore like sounds.

“Tell me little one, did you enjoy our game last night” he said as he climbed on top of me, looking down at my face. Placing a hand on his face, I say “yes”. And he bends down capturing my mouth. Claiming me with his tongue. His body pressing deeper into mine. We stay like that. Connected. Taking what the other has to give until we pull away, breathless. My pussy is still throbbing. Wanting more. Not completely satisfied. “Atlas…please” I say. He looks into my eyes. “Tell me what you what Calliope. I will give it, but only if you ask”. I kiss him fiercely again, grabbing at his shoulders. Clawing him in my need. “I said ask little one. Or command. I’ll do as you wish” he said in my ear. “Atlas. Please. Take me. I need you. I want you.” I said with tears starting to form in my eyes. He leans down and kisses them. My tears. One by one.

He pulls back the covers and places another kiss on my center before he settles himself between my legs. He lines himself up, rubbing himself between my folds. Teasing me. Taunting me. And finally enters me in one strong thrust. He gives me time to adjust to size before he grabs me and pulls me up to his chest. He takes my mouth with his. One hand around my back, the other on the mattress holding us steady. He drags a pillow and places it behind me, where my head would be when fall back onto the bed. Still supporting me with one arm he leans me back, and starts thrusting inside me. This new position I feel so much more of him. My legs wrap around him, begging him not to pull away. My nails dig into his arms, drops of blood beginning to form. As he started taking me to new heights I didn’t know existed. I don’t know how many times I came. I lost count. As we both reached our climax, I screamed his name “ATLAS!” And he yelled mine as well “CALLIOPE!”. I’m pretty sure I was louder. I’m always loud.

The light started shining through the window. I was still underneath him. He was still inside me, still hard. But sleeping peacefully. I started wiggling my hips, trying to pleasure myself and wake him up in the process. I wanted more. I needed more. I could feel every inch of him. My hips grinding harder and faster. Pressure building and building. I covered my mouth when I came, trying to keep silent and not alert the man on top of me. My man. Mine. He started chuckling then. Apparently already awake. “You were awake!” I playfully smack his shoulder. “ of course I was little one, I won’t deny your pleasure. I was just waiting quietly for you to cum on my dick. It’ll make it so much easier for me” he said.

He then flipped us over. Still inside me, I widened my eyes at the sensation of this new position. He grabbed my hips and started to rock me back and forth. I leaned forward and kissed his chest. His neck. And then when I reached my climax, I bit him. I let out a growl in that moment. Increasing the pace of my hips, I’m trying to match it. I’m still latched onto him. But I let go enough to pull his skin into my mouth and I started sucking. Teasing his skin with my tongue. The faster we moved, the harder I sucked. And I didn’t let go. We came at the same time. Both spent. And exhausted. “You can let go of my neck little one, as much as I love the feeling of you marking me, I don’t want you to swallow any blood” he said. And I let go and set back immediately. “Sorry” I said. He laughed and gave me that goofy grin. “It’s okay little one. I’ll be fine. But if you got to mark me, I get to mark you” he said looking into my eyes.

He flips us over again, still buried in me. But I can tell he was done for the morning. He grabbed my wrists and placed them above my head. Gave me that smirk of his, and hurried himself in my neck. He playfully nibbled me the breath from his nose ticking my hyper sensitive skin and I started laughing, unable to control it anymore. He pulled back and planted a kiss on my lips. And pulled my hands to his chest. And that’s when I saw it. A simple ring. Not to be mistaken for an engagement ring, this ring was just a band. It was woven like braids, and there, on one of them, was his name, Atlas. The other woven part of the band had delicate cherry blossoms with tiny pink stones in the centers. That’s when I realized. He didn’t actually mark my neck.