The dream

Athena’s hair tickles your chest, and you feel her warm lips on your skin as she makes her way down your body. She hasn’t even done anything, but you’re squirming as though as though you’re on the cusp of an orgasm.

She touches you lightly over your panties, and your breathing gets that much more ragged. Athena looks up at you, then touches you again. She likes the way she can control your whole lower body with a fingertip, just by pressing the right bit of damp cotton. You beg her with your eyes, but Athena is nothing if not patient.

Laughing quietly, she comes back up to kiss you as she gently rubs your mound. Your hips move around on their own as you greedily kiss her back with your hands in her hair and your body on fire. She pulls back to watch your face, which is a little embarrassing, but you’re too into it to care.

Her fingers slide into your panties, and she’s watching a minute later as you cum with the tip of her middle finger rubbing the hood of your clit in a slow, wet circle. Your knees come together and she holds you as it washes through your body. She probably tastes the tears on your face when she covers it in soft kisses before she settles down beside you, her body against yours and one warm, smooth leg covering you.

You stare at the ceiling, then turn your head to look at her.

“You’re cute,” she says, stroking your face.

You are… still in the afterglow, a limp mess of happiness. Weakly, you lift one hand and reach across your body to rest it on her breast. She snorts and laughs.

“You can do anything you want to me,” you say.

“I just did,” she replies, smiling down at you as she plays with your hair. You pucker up like a needy child, and she leans down for a smooch.

“Do you do this with every new pledge?” you ask.

“No,” she replies, shaking her head. You can’t tell if she’s telling the truth or not. You’re so high on post-orgasmic love sickness that you don’t care. “They aren’t all as adorable as you.”

You giggle. “I’m strong and independent.”

“Of course you are.”

You gather enough strength to sit up, and she goes with your light push, rolling onto her back. You take your place on top, looking down at her just like she did with you. Usually, you are struck with her elegance and majesty. On her back, aroused, all but naked… she’s all feminine vulnerability. The view fills you with a wolfish hunger that you haven’t felt since that moment in the hotel with Colby when she just looked so kissable.