Athena's Story Ch 17

“OK. Look.” Athena grabs Sal’s face and smooshes her cheeks, forcing eye contact. “Something crossed my mind. But if you’re going to take this and use it to minimize what you did to weasel out of the compensation that I am owed, there’s gonna be hair pulling. Not the kind you like.”

Sal removes Athena’s hands and plucks her nipple. “Little bit of projection there, babe.”

“Oh, shush.”

“Tea. Tea. Tea,” Sal says, tugging the nipple each time.

“Quit it.” Athena moves that hand to her waist and mentally prepares herself. “OK, so it was a little bit hot. Maybe a lot. I don’t know. I don’t keep a journal. But when Blair saved me in the lockup, after I calmed down, that was pretty attractive. What?”

“Nothing. I mean, it just hurts my pride. Somebody else doing that.”

“Babe, I know you would’ve done it if you’d been there. Your courage and fisticuffs are not being questioned.”

“This bitch has fisticuffs? I have to compete with a younger chick with fisticuffs? Oh no, my midlife crisis. Oh no, comfort me, billionaires…”

“OK, I’m changing the threat from hair pulling to choking.”

Sal’s eyes light up. “Oooh.”

“I’m not finished!”

“OK, sorry.” Sal does a zipper motion across her mouth.

Athena is one more interruption away from just sitting on Sal’s face and staying there, but that won’t work as a threat. “OK, so look,” she goes on, properly beginning to blush. It doesn’t help that even though they’re having this conversation, a rocking motion has begun. It is very subtle, mostly driven by Sal, but they’re both turned on. The more sensitive their bodies become, the more interesting it is to have their mounds pressed together this way. Scissoring has never really been a thing for them, but right here and now, it’s suddenly gourmet foreplay. Athena clears her throat. “I think Blair is pretty lonely. Let’s just leave it at that. She’s cool in a lot of ways, but she has terrible social skills and that pushes people away. But I appreciate her and value her, you know, so there’s this thought about expressing that somehow.”

“Like a motherly pity fuck?”

Athena glares, but Sal’s grin is big and goofy, and there’s a fire in her eyes. “You’re so cute I can’t stand it. You have the best fantasies.”

Athena can’t reply because Sal is suddenly kissing her all over, mindful of her injuries. Embarrassed, she doesn’t fight it; she’s too worked up to think or worry. She finds herself on her back with Sal on top, then on her side, fervent, wet kissing deepening as Sal struggles to get her panties off. Sal has to get a little firm to maneuver Athena onto her belly. She knows this sort of thing makes Athena self-conscious, and she knows that makes her body tense, which means bigger orgasms in the end.

Athena buries her face and grips the covers as Sal kisses her way down her back, and then isn’t shy about using her mouth on Athena’s bare rear end before nosing her way in to give enthusiastic oral from behind. It’s not very original, but they’ve been married long enough that it’s like clockwork. Sal licks her clit with gusto, digging her nails into Athena’s flesh, and even giving her butt a couple of slaps. When Athena is sobbing into the pillow, she thrusts her tongue inside, fighting against the clenching walls.

When it’s over, she kisses her way back up and lies protectively over her quivering wife.

A while passes before Athena speaks. “That won’t get you out of the doghouse. My vibrator could do that.”

“Sure,” Sal says, still kissing everywhere.

“OK.” Athena forces herself up grumpily and pushes Sal onto her back. She climbs on top and settles . Her lower half still feels heavy, but she doesn’t need it for this.

In her own way, Sal’s almost as bad as Athena about showing vulnerability. There are no quips when Athena slips her hands between Sal’s legs. Sal’s body has been hot and going for half an hour; she’s at peak sensitivity, and loathe to do anything too undignified when she’s on the receiving end.

Athena penetrates her with two fingers. Making Sal cum with her clit would take seconds. Making her cum with a little internal massage like this is time consuming and a lot of work, but it’s worth it. Sal heroically keeps her squirming to a minimum.

“Joke’s on you,” she says huskily. “This does nothing for me. Because this is a competition now.”

“Oh, yeah?” Athena moves her hand from Sal’s cheek to her throat. She doesn’t squeeze; she probably couldn’t make herself squeeze if she wanted to.

But Sal’s insides crush her fingers almost painfully, and she stops trying to be sassy.

Sal breathes faster and keeps trying to spread her legs. She’s close. Athena doesn’t spitefully slow down, but she does release Sal’s neck and move her hand back to her face. She probes with her thumb, and Sal only resists for a moment before she sucks it hard.

The last time Athena did this, it took twenty minutes. Now, it’s half that at most. The jerk from Sal’s lower body is strong; her thighs come together, and her hips lift off the bed. She hisses, then lets out an alarming cry that matches her lobster-red face. She looks like she’s dying.

Athena watches in satisfaction as Sal recovers.

“Let’s see some billionaires do that,” she mutters, pulling up the sheets.

[ No vote here, but we’ll be back next week. ]