Bedtime

Athena’s cool and relaxed as you take your time with her body. You wish that you had her patience. You could probably suck on her plump nipples all night, but there’s something you want even more. You have worshipped Athena for a long time, and having her laid bare like this is more than you can take. So you are a little impatient, making your way down to pinch the stringy waist of her thong and pull it down. She watches you the whole time, cooperatively lifting her legs. You don’t even get it all the way off. It hangs from her ankle as you spread her legs.

She can act cool with foreplay, but she can’t do it with your face in her pussy. She exhales loudly through her nose, her hips rising and her body tensing as you use your tongue down there. She’s plenty wet, and her swollen, puffy outer lips are perfect for nipping and tugging. Every time you do that, she gasps sharply.

You steal a glance to see her with one hand holding the sheets and the other over her mouth. She is determined not to make noise! One thing that you love about her is her effortless elegance, but there’s a little pride and vanity in there. But of course there is. No one is as perfect as Athena is without trying a little.

“Hah! Oh,” she moans as you slowly, firmly, a little cruelly, drag your whole tongue straight over her clit. For a moment, her warm thighs squeeze your head, then relax. You can easily make her cum by focusing on her clit, but you are determined to take your time.

Her legs spread wider as you tease her with light licking along her slit.

She runs out of patience sooner than you expect and you feel her fingers on your head. She doesn’t do anything as obvious as pull you toward her or try to guide you. She’s just playing with your hair.

You look up again to find her looking down at you. She’s redder than you’ve seen her before and her mouth is open. That expression on her face is something that you expect to think of when you touch yourself for the rest of your life.

She doesn’t push on you, she pulls. Puzzled, you go along with it. Does she want to make out? Does she want you to finger her while you kiss her? No. That’s not it. She does something with her eyes, giving you a signal. You’re so in tune in your shared lust that you understand what it means.

Suddenly self-conscious, you can’t refuse.

You turn your body and move one leg over her. You’re hesitant, but Athena is not. Her hands find your hips, then your buttocks, and she confidently pulls you into a sixty-nine position.

Her pussy looks just as delectable upside-down. You’re about to go for it, but she gets to you first.

“Hmmm,” you groan, the sound coming out strangely high-pitched as she uses her mouth. The jolts of pleasure are so sudden and intense that you lose yourself for a second. Instead of pleasing her pussy with your mouth, your face falls against her hot, wet mound as you let out another pitifully slutty moan. Her tongue is inside you.

“There,” you gasp, but you can’t let her do this. Without finesse, you wrap your lips around her clit. That’s enough to stop her from showing off. You give her no mercy, and she cums with a cry, her soaked thighs hugging your head.

You’re nice enough not to give her too much once it’s started. You lift your head, wipe your mouth, and enjoy the view as the orgasm washes through her. You climb off to find her panting at the ceiling, her face shining with your juices. You crawl up to join her. Is she shy about her own—nope, she kisses you without hesitation as you lie down beside her.

“Oh,” she murmurs, glancing over at you. “OK.” Watching her chest as she takes these deep breaths is driving you crazy. You were close, but she was closer.

Athena can read your mind. Still breathing raggedly, she rolls onto her side, pushing you onto your back. Her fingers slip inside you and she gives you a mysterious look, but there’s no time to think about it. It takes three firm thrusts from her fingers to finish you. She holds your stiff, rigid body as tears roll down your face and you hiss in ecstasy.

The hazy, strange, winded period where you’re both too spent and out of breath to make a sound lasts longer than you would have predicted. It feels like you’ve stared at her ceiling for an hour, although it’s probably been two minutes. You’re both a mess. That got a little more intense than you expected, and you get the feeling that Athena’s surprised at herself as well.

But as always, she recovers gracefully. Her vulnerability was there and gone in a second. Now she’s cool again, her arm around you as though she does this all the time. Maybe she does. She pulls up the sheet to cover you both, which you take as an invitation to stay the night. You’re all out of sexual energy, but there’s still plenty of warm and fuzzy hero worship inside you. Skin tingling, you cuddle without inhibition, firmly attaching yourself to her like a child. She gives you a patient smile and says nothing.

As you lie with Athena in her dark bedroom, the future looks bright.