Onee-sama~

Nobody’s getting buzzed on champagne, but you don’t need any help to get into the moment. Athena is tender and gentle, but she’s kissing you and you’re kissing her back. It’s not the other way around. The glasses are put aside. Her hand touches your face and your hand is on her waist, encouraging her.

She pauses the kiss and just looks down at you. You’ve sunk into the pile of pillows a little bit. She must like what she sees, because she leans in to kiss you again, and this time there’s some tongue. Your heart is doing something jittery that’s almost scary, and your legs are squeezing together on their own. No one has done anything remotely lewd, but your deepest places are waking up and sending signals through your whole body. Goosebumps break out all over you, your skin gets sensitive, and it’s becoming harder to breathe like a normal person.

The look before the first kiss was almost playful. The look a few moments ago was more appraising. This time, when the kiss breaks, Athena looks intense. Even that expression is elegant, though.

One of her long, slim fingers slides into your snug tank top, and she tugs. Feeling like you’re about to explode, you lift your arms to let her peel your top off. Her mouth closes over yours again, but this time with her hand sliding up your bare torso. Her palm bumps over a nipple so hard and sensitive that it’s like a diamond. You kiss her back harder. She’s not rough, but she’s a little cruel. She doesn’t pinch it or twist it, she just softly squeezes your breast and caresses your skin until tears form in your eyes.

She gradually lets more of her weight down on top of you, and you’re quickly forgetting anything like decorum. Her filmy negligee feels like silk under your hands as you pull her closer. Her breasts are bigger and softer than yours and pressed together like this, you just wish that it was skin to skin. Her filmy negligee is so thin and sheer, but it’s still in the way. You want all of her. She notices you pulling on it and smiles, barely keeping in a laugh.

You lie on the pillows, a gasping puddle of thirst, and look up at her as she straightens and takes the nightie off, dropping it on the sheets. Her smooth, pale skin is so pretty in the lamplight. Her nipples aren’t as aggressive looking as yours, but they’re bigger and plumper. The sight of them speaks to your brain, making you crave them with your mouth.

But Athena leans forward again, not pinning you down, but supporting herself on her hands over you. You can’t even be distracted by the topless view when her face is right there, gazing down at you in your white, cotton panties.