“Atlas and the Cosmos”
By Perpetualmotionn
His eyes were always laid upon her beautiful body, however strong she carried herself, he carried himself with more strength, an Atlas of sorts, and he was set to carry her world on his shoulders. He laid his hands upon her shoulders, they were soft, calm and serene like the open waters of the oceans. This was her ocean. He gazed into her eyes. Were they green? Hazel? A brown? He couldn’t tell, but to him it was fresh air. It gave him life, this was her sky. As he undressed her, slowly probing her skin with his soft, yet strong lips, chills ran down her spine and throughout her body.
As she began to quiver from each peck of his lips down her shoulders, then her lower back, she realized that this was what she needed. She wanted to be touched by the man whose words had already penetrated her so deeply, to her core, actually. He made her feel like a goddess with his words, a whore with his touch, a majestic scenery to behold with his gaze, but most of all, she was the cosmos within and without his presence. There was a brief moment of respite when he was around, all of her troubles disappeared within this small amount of time that felt like an infinite amount of time to her.
His hands caressed her hips as he bit at the nape of her neck, she let out a sigh of ultimate relief as she squeezed her tits and toyed with her beautiful nipples that became harder with each passing moment. She wanted his cock inside her, and she wanted every bit he could give, and to be filled to the rim with the product of their love. Just as she expected, he pulled her panties to the side and slid his thick cock in between her thick glutes that he knew she had worked so hard for. She knew he was going to work her even harder.
Pulling her hair and her head with it, he kissed her neck while exploring her now soaking wet pussy, sliding one finger in and out and assaulting her clit with an intense sensation of joy. Her body had never felt this good before. It was he, and he alone that could make her feel so high, so perfect.
Drawing circles and zigzags on her clit with his wet fingertips, he noticed her legs begin to shake. He continued to prod and stimulate her until he slid two of his fingers deep inside in what seemed to be a hooked position. He rapidly fingered her with all of his strength. His forearms taut and fingers rigid, her wet cunt began to poor forth floods of the fruit of his efforts. Her legs shook at his behest, commanded by his strength and will to make her his.
As she stood gasping after he released her from what would seem to be the chains that bound her mind, she dropped to her knees, turned around on all fours and claimed he was her king, and he knew she was his queen. Tears stained her makeup against the sides of her immaculate visage like war paint, and like an animal she lunges for his cock, sliding it to the back of her throat and beyond, his balls almost in her mouth, she used him to fuck her own mouth. She didn’t care how she felt afterwards, she didn’t need her mouth to communicate her passion or insatiable tendencies. All she ever needed was him inside her.
As he force fucked her mouth until she was couldn’t speak, she found an opportunity to pull away from his powerful thrusting, landing on her back, she looked on to find him getting on her level, his tongue finding her clit as if it sensed her energy. She had never felt a tongue so strong, let alone against her perfect pussy. His tongue trailed up and down her lips until stopping at her clit and beginning what seemed to be a wet and powerful dance of ecstasy, at least that’s what she thought it was… she had read about it in his stories before. He was writing his ABC’s on her clit with his tongue. Every letter brought her closer and closer to what she thought was a heaven.
Her legs, no—her mind SHOOK, all that crossed her mind was his tongue as it crossed her clit, and in between every stroke were delicate kisses and sucking that she had never thought a normal man was capable of , but he was no normal man. He was hers, truly hers, and everything she ever needed. Her legs shaking and arms tense, she could not stand what volume of affection he had to give. As she aggressively ground his tongue on her engorged clit, her eyes rolled back and she let go, releasing all she had into his mouth and curly and coily black hair. A look of admiration and control glazed over his eyes. Now she was his, he commanded her body and broke her. Now she was open for the taking.
He took her by the hand, and guided her on her hands and knees to his bedroom, where he threw her face first into their satin sheets, her bare ass now bruised and red from his spanking. She loved being punished by him. This was her new reality and she couldn’t get enough.
He slapped her dripping cunt with his cock to get it soaking wet with her juices and proceeded to break her in two. His goal was to cleave his little slut in twain, and that’s what he would do. He slid his powerful member into her ass and pumped her almost as fast and strongly as pistons in an engine would: unrelenting and with constant energy. She had nothing to hold on to. The sheets, maybe, but he was impaling her, not simply “fucking”. She had no control, almost taking a backseat to his intensity, every thrust taking over another part of her mind. She had simply given up at this point.
When he was done, she sucked his cock dry and he proceeded to enter her tight little pussy, he had one last hole to dominate. As he penetrated her as deeply as he possibly could, she knew she was spent and could no longer keep her composure, but she had no energy left to shake or quiver. Her eyes lay rolled in their sockets as he took and took and took from her. Seemingly taking all of her with him after every stroke was pulled out. All she could do was breathe as he pounded her. She constantly soaked the bed, but not spraying as she was in the beginning, rather, she would spring leaks of cum almost as if her pipes were broken.
With a final thrust, her legs that were thrust upon his shoulders tensed, tight and clenched, she gasped aggressively, almost as if she was hurt, and she began screaming, laughing in between each gasp and yelp. This was her salvation. He had given all of his love to her cosmic body, and her mind and soul were his. As he constantly flexed and released his cock, he continued to release more and more cum into her pussy. It wouldn’t stop twitching and releasing more into her. As her senses returned, she could feel his cum dripping from her, a river of his passion, of his power.
He looked upon her broken and exhausted body, her hills he had scaled, oceans he had braved, and skies he had traveled, and her world on his shoulders. He was her Atlas, and she was his cosmos. Her love ever so expansive in his eyes, and her body ever so dominated.
He loved his cosmos.
She sat upon his shoulders liberated and blissful.
A whore in his hands, goddess with his words, and all that matters in his eyes.
She was now his, and he hers, as it always should have been.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a3ymew/atlas_and_the_cosmos_an_original