Lavender kept staring. She couldn't help herself. She'd woken up at least 5 minutes ago. She lifted her head slightly to see that Atlas was still fast asleep. His chest, falling and rising, softly breathing. She smiled at his peaceful face. He was such a handsome man. She looked from his closed eyes, down his nose to his lips. Lips that had been on her sex eight times in the past three days.

Lady Clementine was right. It was so much better than sex. She trembled in anticipation at the thought of what his mouth was capable of doing.

"Is this....appropriate....do....do respectable ladies do this?" lavender whispered.

Atlas' hands paused on her thighs, right before he was going to part them. "Do you like it?" He whispered, resting his hands on her knees.

She blushed and bit down a smile as she looked around his office as if somebody was going to walk in on them and catch them. She turned back to Atlas kneeling before her, her dress already scrunched up to waist. She nodded eagerly unable to deny it. "Yes...very much."

He grinned. "Good. Then it doesn't matter about anybody else." he crooned as he parted her thighs slowly. "We can do whatever we want." He whispered lowering his head, teasingly biting her inner thigh.

Lavender moaned and closed her eyes. She really liked this.

She liked it so much, she was wondering if she was becoming a little too needy with her husband's mouth. If it was up to her, his face would stay constantly between her thighs.

She remembered what Lady Clementine had said. "Of course I did it back to him. He exploded."

Lavender looked back down to what she was staring at before. With Atlas sleeping on his back, the bed sheets had slipped down to exposed his leg closer to her, reminding her that he did indeed sleep naked. She lifted her eyes to his chest, roaming over his pecs and the small dark pink nipples. She looked down his abs. Perfectly defined but with several scars, most old and faded. She reached out to touch the long one running from his hip down to his upper thigh. Was that a sword cut?

He shifted slightly, she retreated her hand quickly and lifted her head guiltily at being caught. She found him to still be asleep. Relieved she looked back down. Her eyes again watching the sheet barely cover the erection he currently had.

She was intrigued. He always woke before her and never knew he could have an erection in his sleep. Did that mean he was dreaming of sex? She lifted her head up to look at his sleeping face. She looked back down at the tent. Was he dreaming of sex with her? Maybe of previous sex....no maybe with her. She smiled mischievously to herself. But it quickly disappeared. If only she liked the act more. But it didn't matter, with the way he kissed her body and brought her to heaven everyday, she could sacrifice 5 minutes of pain to please him. She wanted to. She truly did. She most certainly wanted to give him a son, to give him a heir and keep the Worthington and Candlewood riches flowing.

Her eyes widened as Atlas ran his hand down his abs and under the sheet. He ran his hand over his member.

Lavender looked up quickly to see if he'd waken. He had not. Her heart raced as she looked back down. This time the sheet slipped off as he moaned and shifted slightly. His erection, alert and at attention, moving slightly as he brought his hand back up to rest on his belly.

Lavender looked back up. He was still asleep.

She took a deep breath and looked back down. She wasn't scared of it. It did look weird. But also....also started the sensation in her body that she now knew only led to the incredible orgasms she'd been experiencing.

Atlas ran his hand down his abs again, over his soft bushel of hair. His fingers slid up his dick with a squeeze. Only once and then his hand returned to his abs. A soft moan caused her to look up again.

But his eyes were still closed. He was still asleep.

She felt ridiculously naughty and tried not to smile as she waited in excitement. Was he going to continue to touch himself? She really wished he would. She also wished she knew what he was dreaming about.

Atlas' dick twitched again. He moaned softly and ran his hand down his belly once more to his crotch. He moved his hips and cupped his balls before returning the focus back to his dick as he began to stroke himself slowly with just his thumb and his middle and ring finger.

Feeling as if she was being watched, Lavender lifted her head to look at him. But he was still fast asleep. His eyes closed, soft moans, escaping his mouth.

She looked back down at him stroking himself in an unhurried, steady manner. What she would give to know what he was dreaming of.

Atlas sighed. "Lavender...."

She lifted her head quickly to look at him, finally having been caught staring at him. But his eyes were still closed, the whispered of her name had fallen out of his parted lips. Which he right now licked as he slowly rolled his hips.

Her mouth dropped open in excitement. Her. Her. He was dreaming of her.

Atlas moaned again. "You feel so good." He whispered as he squeezed himself.

She grinned and looked back down at his hand movements that to her surprise he stopped. Why had he stopped. She looked back at him but he was still asleep. She looked again down to his erection still as hard, seemingly bigger than just a minute ago. He brought his hand back on his belly and rolled his head to the side, coming closer to Lavender's face. Just an inch away he moaned again as he thrusted upwards slowly.

Lavender quickly looked down, not wanting to miss it.

"uummm....your hands are so soft."

Lavender's eyes widened even more as it dawned on her. She looked at his sleeping face before focusing back on his slow hip thrusts. He was dreaming of her touching him. Really? Really? She felt excited. She had yet to even actually touch his dick. But he was dreaming it.

"So good bumblebee..."

His low whispers were doing something to her. She wanted him to touch himself. She knew he could get off like that. So why wasn't he? Why wasn't------it was her hands he was imagining. She stared at his dick as if in a trance. It was her hands he was dreaming was now going up and down his shaft, that's why he was moving his hips. That's why he wasn't touching himself----oh my-----

She looked at his face. His eyes fluttered slightly but still remained close.

She bit down on her bottom lip as the thoughts raced through her mind. Well if he was already dreaming it----then----she couldn't really mess it up. But what if he woke up? She stared hesitantly at his face. That would be so embarrassing-----she remembered how much he had loved when her hand was squeezing and rubbing him over his pants that one time at the piano.

She had liked it too.

Okay now before she lost her nerves.

Hesitantly Lavender moved, supporting herself on an elbow as she reached over his body. She looked up but his eyes were still closed. She relaxed. Still sleeping. Good. It gave her courage.

She hesitantly touched the glistening tip. It twitched and she looked back up at Atlas. His slow thrusting had stopped. In fact he was perfectly still. But eyes still closed. Had she ruined his dream?

Lavender rubbed her thumb against her middle and ring finger at the wetness she'd encountered. She leaned over some more, the head of his dick was indeed wet. She reached out and softly touched the head, sliding her finger over the slit where it came from.

Atlas groaned.

That's it, she'd gotten caught. She lifted her head to look at him but his eyes were still closed.

He moaned again. "Don't stop touching me love....." he whispered. He thrusted his hip up as if seeking her hand.

Encouraged she reached back down. His member was indeed a weird thing to see and touch. But she was no longer a little girl. She was a married woman and she was sure millions of married women also found their husband's sex a strange phenomenon but they moved past it. She wanted to move past it. She was itching to move past it. Besides what had Lady Clementine giggled just the other day.

"We women are powerful indeed. These men become like putty when you touch them. I swear, the best feeling in the world is watching sir Kinglsey cum by my hand or mouth."

Lavender gently tried to wrap her fingers around his shaft like she'd seen him do. But realized she couldn't. He was thicker than she thought. Not letting it deter her, she gripped it the best way she could.

Atlas groaned and jerked his hips. Lavender quickly released him. She must have squeezed too hard. His hand grabbed hers and immediately wrapped her fingers back around his erection.

Lavender jumped as she whipped her head up. His lips were parted but his eyes still closed. She looked back down as Atlas moved her hand slowly up and down his length. He directed her hand all over his dick, rubbing the head, gripping it. Sliding back down his shaft and back again.

"Tighter..."he whispered.

She looked up at his sleeping face before focusing back down between his legs. Gripping his erection tighter.

Atlas rocked his hips as he removed his hand and moaned. "Lavender...."

She smiled pleased with herself. She moved her fingers, she tapped, she smoothed, she pulled and rubbed. She let herself explore, not noticing Atlas' labored breathing. She curiously touched his balls and moved them, Atlas jerked in her hand. She understood that jerking was a good reaction. An uncontrolled reaction. She liked it. Feeling bold, her fingers brushed over his curly black pubic hair. She slid her hand down his thighs, squeezed it and massaged.

Trying to touch as much of him as possible, she moved position, admiring his naked body.

Atlas had kissed every inch of her body. Even her butt! She'd been shocked.

"Atlas! Did you just----"

He grinned as lifted his head and playfully kissed her right butt cheek. "Did you like that?"

Lavender blushed. "Are we supposed to do that? Is it approp----"

"Did you like it?" He asked again. Kissing his way up her smooth back.

She grew hot and buried her face in the pillow. "I don't think you're supposed to lick me there."

She'd only kissed from his neck up. She needed to catch up. Feeling bold and inspired, Lavender hovered over Atlas' sleeping form. She closed her eyes and kissed his neck. And then his collar, his chest, each pec. She kissed her way down his abs, slowing down her movements as her next kiss was dangerously close to the erection right by her face. She stared at it and was too engrossed in her thoughts to look up and see that Atlas' eyes were wide open, watching her without a trace of sleep.

She stuck out her tongue and his dick twitched. She used the tip of her tongue to tentatively touch the head. She lifted her head and stuck her tongue back in her mouth. He didn't really taste like anything. She brought her tongue back out and did a slightly longer lick of the head, this time going over his slit. Curiously she rubbed her tongue over it and then lifted her eyes. Her tongue froze on his dick as she meet dark grey eyes looking back at her.

It was a full 5 seconds were neither moved but her saliva dripped from her tongue and rolled down his dick.

Lavender put her tongue back in her mouth and clamped her lips shut in embarrassment. She gave him a bashful smile. "You're awake...."

"If I close my eyes, will you continue doing what you were doing?" He asked huskily.

Lavender looked down at his dick seemingly straining for her mouth. She licked her bottom lip.

Atlas groaned and grabbed himself. He squeezed tightly and then reached for her hand. "I need you." He moaned, closing her fingers around him. He moaned louder than before as he directed her hand faster up and down his shaft. "Lavender please....." He moaned, sitting up slightly.

She looked up at him eagerly. "Am I doing it right?"

He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. Atlas' eyes flew open, lust washing over him. His hand reached out and caressed her arm, then her shoulder and then the back of her neck. He rubbed the back of her neck and slowly pressed down.

"Stick your tongue out." He ordered in a whisper. The way he spoke was doing something to her body. She did just that as he lowered her head. He grabbed his dick and slowly pressed the head against Lavender's tongue. He moaned loudly as his fingers move up to her hair and gripped it tightly.

The slight pain caused a surge of pleasure to pass through her and Lavender released an unrestrained moan.

"Fuck....." Atlas panted as he jerked himself off. "Lavender.....I need......" He panted as he watched her mouth.

She lifted her head slightly and closed her mouth, swallowing the saliva that was accumulating. "Yes...."

His hand tightened in her hair and he pressed her head down once more, lifting his hips off the bed. As if realizing last minute his actions, he quickly released her much to her surprise. He gripped himself tightly and leaned to the side, mouth parted he groaned as he jerked himself off. His eyes squeezed tight as he jerked his hips.

Lavender watched, kind of disappointed he'd stopped whatever it was he was going to do. She wanted to join in and she really didn't mind that he'd been momentarily rough. Her body had jumped at the possibilities. What was wrong with her? How could she? Just a couple months ago, the worst thing could have happened to her because a guy had assaulted her and yet now, in bed with her husband, she had no qualms with him trying to shove himself in her mouth. It had excited her.

"I wouldn't have minded if you put yourself in my mouth." she whispered.

Atlas gasped at her words and shook as he came hard. Shooting his seed on his belly and the bed. He panted as he slowly came down from the explosion.

"It excited me."

Atlas squeezed himself again, feeling a tremor pass through him at those three words. He finally turned to her, mouth parted, slightly disorientated. "I did not trust myself to be gentle as I knew I was almost over the edge." He explained breathlessly.

Lavender nodded. "And I appreciate that my Lord." She took a deep breath and exhaled. "Sometimes we may be gentle and sometimes it's okay....if ....we're not as gentle."

Atlas blinked rapidly and sat up. "Are you sure? I don't-----"

Lavender felt the wave of embarrassment wash over her as he heart raced. "I uh----I mean....." She swallowed hard. Tears threatening for to spill forth. "I mean I don't----I don't want you to hurt me...I don't think you'll hurt me. I----I ----I didn't ----I swear I didn't want Lord Campote----"

Atlas sat up and quickly clamped his clean hand over her mouth. "That name will never be spoken in our bed." He ordered seriously.

Lavender nodded.

Atlas moved his hand slowly and smiled. "Bumblebee we can do whatever we want as long as there's love and trust and pleasure." His thumb grazed her bottom lip.

She smiled and nodded again. "Well then...." she grinned mischievously and leaned into his face. "Would you like to....." she playfully touched his lips and then pointed between her legs.

Atlas cocked his head to the side and played dumb. "Would I like to what?"

"You know." She nudged him.

He shook his head. "No....I'm sorry, I think you're gonna have to express yourself better."

"Atlas!"

He widened his eyes in surprise. "I don't exactly know what it is you want me to do." He said as he used the sheet to wipe his other hand and his belly.

"Give me kisses."

He leaned over and proudly kissed her cheek. "Aww good morning."

"No." she nudged him.

"Oh, okay...sorry." He leaned over and kissed the other cheek. "There you go."

She stuck her tongue out at him and he grinned and stuck his tongue out too.

"Bet you wish this tongue was somewhere special huh?" He teased wagging his tongue at her.

Lavender jumped on him and he laughed as she tackled him on the bed. "You're teasing me!"

"Whatever do you mean dear?" He asked in between laughter as he hugged her to him.

Lavender sat on top of him, straddling him.

He smiled as he touched her thighs.

"Fine." Lavender lifted her chin up with a smirk. "I'll say it."

He arched an eyebrow.

"My Lord..." Lavender started.

Atlas grinned.

"Would you like to lick my......pussy."

Atlas' eyes widened. "Where did you hear that word?"

Lavender giggled mischievously.

"Your afternoon tea group?"

She laughed again and Atlas grinned as he sat up and brought her down on top of him. "Say it again." he whispered huskily.

**

"Miss. Candlewood! Miss----Miss. Candlewood!"

Azalea turned around in surprise. "Matt----Mr. Worthington." she released the door and made her way over to him. "What's wrong? Is everything alright?"

Matthew took deep breathes. He knew it was inappropriate to be in her backyard with her, unaccompanied. But it seemed like Azalea had been avoiding him. Literally, yesterday she'd seen him and crossed the street with her mom. "Are you okay?" He asked.

Azalea looked at the handsome blond hair blue eyed guy in front of her in surprise. She nodded. "Yes...yes, I'm alright."

"You've been acting really strange lately." He told her. "And you don't seem well." he lifted his hand to touch her face. "You've lost a bit of weight."

Azalea hugged herself and took a step back. "I'm fine Matthew." she said defensively. Self consciously she touched her face. "I've just been a bit sick, not that, it's any business of yours." she turned and Matthew grabbed her hand.

She turned in shock, feeling her pulse race.

"Why are you refusing me?" He whispered.

Azalea blinked rapidly and looked away in embarrassment. She pulled her arm away. "Mr. Worthington, I believe I am free to make my own choices----"

"You like me." He whispered taking a step towards her. "I know you do."

Azalea looked down, her lip trembling.

"Yet you acknowledge everybody but me." He whispered angrily. "I ca-----"

"I don't like you!" Azalea shouted angrily with tears in her eyes. "We're just friends Matthew. And I can marry whomever I please."

Matthew shook his head in confusion. "Why are you lying to me-----"

"Matthew!" Azalea stomped her foot angrily. "We shall not ever be more than friends! Now stop being a whiny brat about----"

Matthew closed the gap between them and cupped her face. His head dipped as he kissed her passionately.

Azalea's mouth opened to receive his kiss. She kissed him back hungrily and then pulled herself away. Looking down. "No." she shook her head and moved away from him.

"Azalea......"

SHe put her hand up to stop him from approaching. "I do not need you to care for me." her voice shook so she swallowed hard. "You're a nice guy, do not waste your affections on me."

"Azalea I don't------"