It was half-past nine and she was late again. He checked his watch for the fifth time, watching her hurry up the stairs to meet up, grasping his hands to slow herself from running straight into him on the freshly waxed floors. "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting. Are you ready?" She asked, offering a bright grin, per usual.
Atlas had only really wanted one thing in life. To feel nothing. Somehow he kept winding up feeling everything. It was had to be some kind of a sick joke. Mila made him feel more than he ever really wanted to.
For once, Atlas was on time and dressed up for the occasion. Even then. The party proceeded quickly. The more he drank, the faster time seemed to move. Parties like this could go on for hours, and often they only stopped when the sun came up.
He leaned against an outdoor table, taking slow sips of his drink, watching Mila dance and sway to the music, getting in tune with the loud beat. It only took a few minutes for someone to approach her, resting his hands on her waist and pressing against her back. She turned her head to the side, meeting Atlas' stare. She knew he was easily jealous, and allowing another to dance with her was just edging him on. It was all a game, though that was part of the fun.
Atlas finished his drink, straightening his jacket before he headed over to the pair. Despite having his suit fitted for him, it never seemed to fit right. It strained against his bursting arms, hardly containing his chest. He stood well over 6 feet, towering over many of the party guests. He walked up to the stranger, placing his hand on his arm to push him asides without a second thought.
"My turn." He told him, offering a slight glare to the other man before he took his place behind his Mila, resting his hands on her waist to tug her close to him. He reached up to brush her hair back out of her face, pressing his lips to her exposed neck. "Tell me... will you take me up on my offer from earlier? Let's go swimming." He asked, bringing his hand up to rest on her lower back, leading her out and away from the crowd.
"I'll tell you what. Catch me and I'll consider." Mila glanced back up to him, offering a teasing grin before she reached down to slip off her heels, taking off down the well-worn path and through some brush to their hidden coven. Under a blanket of darkness with only the glow of moonlight, they were alone.
Mila stopped a few feet from the lake, slipping her heels off to leave them in the sand. Followed by her purse and then her dress. Her eyes flickered back to Atlas, beginning to step into the water. She got to just about where her hips landed, she tilted her head back, letting her eyes settle on his figure. "Are you coming, sir?" She asked, allowing a rather innocent expression to drape over her face.
Atlas finished his drink, walking just behind her. "I'm coming, my love." He mused, placing his cup down in the sand beside his shoes. He loosened his tie around his neck, dropping it in a pile. Next, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a myriad of tattoos intertwining and covering his body. Soon, his belt, pants, and boxers joined the stack. He trailed after her, taking his time to join her in the water. He slipped his hands onto her hips from behind, pulling her close to him while they embraced. His growing need was undeniable as his hips pressed against her lower back. She lingered in his mind. Her touch.. her lips. It was intoxicating.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he leaned his head down to press his lips against the hollow of her neck, trailing a series of soft kisses down to her collarbone. There, he took his time leaving her a delicate mark just underneath her bra strap.
Mila sucked in a sharp breath as he sucked on her neck, tilting her head to the side a little to give him more access. She began to ache for him. His touch. His throbbing length against her back wasn't helping the matter, rather, she leaned back into him, closing what little distance there was left between them.
Atlas ran his hand down to her hip, tracing the fabric that covered the space between her legs. Finally, he dragged his index finger along her folds. He kept his grasp as she let out a soft sigh, supporting her in the water. As his finger came back up, he pressed it a little deeper to nestle between her legs, settling on a familiar bundle of nerves. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked quietly, starting to rub slow circles into her.
Mila gasped out just a little at the sudden pressure, releasing a twisted moan as he pressed her nerves. She could feel her own warmth growing at his touch alone, resting her shoulder blades back against his chest. She pressed her hips forwards and against his hand, desperate to create more friction.
To his dismay, he held her hips in place, keeping her under his grasp. "Now, what do you think you're doing?" He whispered against her ear. "I'm just only getting started." He taunted.
