Chapter 11 #2
Athena met his gaze boldly, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. “Aye, husband. Consider it a challenge.”
With that, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him down onto her. Their bodies pressed together, skin against skin, and she could feel the hard length of him against her inner thigh.
Cash’s lips captured hers in a long, leisurely kiss.
Weeks of exploration had taught them each other’s bodies well, and he knew just how to tease her, to make her want more.
His tongue stroked against hers, and she opened her mouth wider, inviting him deeper.
Their tongues danced together, a slow and sensuous rhythm that sent shivers of anticipation down her spine.
When he finally pulled away, it was only to trail kisses down her neck, lingering on the sensitive spot beneath her ear. “You’re so beautiful, Athena,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. “Every part of you is exquisite.”
His hands caressed her skin, tracing the curves of her body as if she were a precious treasure. When his palm cupped her breast, she arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. His thumb circled her nipple, teasing them into hard peaks, and she could feel the wetness soaking her thighs.
Aye.
“Cash,” she whispered, her voice breathy with need. “Aye…”
Her husband knew her well.
He took his time, his mouth replacing his hands as he kissed his way down to her breasts.
His tongue flicked out, teasing one nipple and then the other, before he took one into his mouth, sucking gently.
Athena gasped, her fingers threading through his hair, holding him to her as tingles of pleasure coursed through her body.
Her hands roamed over his back, his shoulders, down to his hips, pulling him closer to her. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she rocked her hips, wanting more friction, more pressure. Cash groaned against her breast, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through her.
“You’re perfect, Athena,” he murmured, moving to lavish the same attention on her other breast. His hand trailed down her stomach, his fingers brushing lightly over her skin, making her shiver with anticipation. “Every inch of you is perfect.”
Athena’s breath hitched as his hand moved lower, his fingers slipping between her folds, finding her wet and ready. He circled her clitoris lightly, teasingly, and she bucked her hips, wanting more.
“Cash, now!”
Cash chuckled, a low and throaty sound. “So greedy,” he teased, but he gave her what she wanted, increasing the pressure as he moved his fingers in tight circles.
Athena’s body was on fire, her every nerve ending alight with sensation. She could feel the pleasure building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within her.
And then Cash moved down her body, settling between her legs, his broad shoulders pushing her thighs wide.
He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire and something more—something that made her heart flutter in her chest. “I want to taste you, Athena,” he said, his voice husky. “I want to make you come on my tongue.”
She nodded, her breath coming in quick gasps, her mind suddenly unable to remember the name or page number of this position. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except him.
Cash lowered his head, his tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path up her inner thigh. She could feel his breath against her flesh, could feel the anticipation building with each deliberate lick.
And then, finally, his tongue found her center.
He licked her slowly, from her entrance to her clitoris, before circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue.
Athena cried out, her hips bucking against his mouth, but Cash held her steady, his hands gripping her thighs, keeping her open and at his mercy.
He took his time, his tongue exploring every inch of her, knowing what made her gasp, what made her moan. He slipped one finger inside her, then another, curling them to stroke her from within as his tongue continued its relentless assault on her clitoris.
Athena’s body was trembling, her muscles tensing as the pleasure built and built.
Cash’s fingers moved in a steady rhythm, stroking her deeply, finding that rough spot behind her clitoris that made her see stars.
His tongue matched the pace, stroking the bud of her pleasure in time with his fingers.
She could feel it coming, the pleasure cresting like a wave, ready to break over her. Cash seemed to sense it too, his fingers curling deeper, his tongue pressing harder, faster. And then, with a cry that was half his name, half incoherent pleasure, Athena came undone.
The orgasm exploded over her, her inner muscles clenching around Cash’s fingers, her body convulsing with wave after wave of ecstasy. Cash rode out her pleasure, his fingers and tongue drawing out every last tremor, every last shiver, until she was left panting and boneless on the bed.
Leisurely, Cash crawled up her body, his lips pressing soft kisses against her fevered skin. He lingered at her hips, her stomach, the undersides of her breasts, as if worshipping every inch of her.
Athena, still shivering with the remnants of her climax, found her desire reigniting with each touch of his mouth. This was their wedding night, the night they were to join permanently, and she wanted more. She wanted all of him.
When his body finally covered hers, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down fully atop her. “Cash,” she whispered, her voice a sultry purr. “I want all of ye. Every inch.”
He grinned against her mouth, a sinful smile that promised wicked things, tasting of her own pleasure.
“Greedy,” he murmured teasingly.
His hands roamed her body, stroking her curves, her breasts, her thighs, enflaming her arousal more and more with each touch. Their tongues tangled in a dance that was both familiar and excitingly new, a promise of the life they would share together.
Athena’s body was awash in sensation, her nerves tingling with each touch, each kiss.
Cash’s hands were everywhere, stroking her, teasing her, driving her wild with need.
She could feel his hardness pressed against her thigh, hot and insistent, and she rolled her hips, wanting to feel him against her center.
But Cash had other plans. He surprised her by pushing up onto his knees, reaching for her legs. He grasped her ankles, pulling her legs up and apart, yanking her to him. She was spread before him, on display.
His cock rested against her entrance, thick and heavy, as he held her open for his hungry gaze.
Athena was sprawled before him on the bed, her body on display, her most intimate place open and vulnerable to his stare. She should have felt exposed, but instead, she felt worshipped, desired. Cash’s blue eyes darkened with hunger, his breath coming in harsh pants as he took in the sight of her.
He rocked his hips, sliding his cock along her wet folds, and Athena moaned, a needy sound. She bucked her hips, trying to capture him, to draw him inside her, but Cash held her fast, teasing her.
“Is this what you want, Athena?” he asked, his voice a low growl. He rocked his hips again, the length of him sliding against her, sending shocks of pleasure through her body. “You want my thick cock in you?”
His words were crude, dirty, and they sent a fresh wave of desire crashing over her. She went wild beneath him, begging and pleading, her hands cupping her breasts, her fingers tugging at her nipples, knowing he liked it when she touched herself.
“Cash, please,” she panted, her eyes locked on his. “Please, I need ye. Fook me now?”
He groaned, his hips jerking against her at her words. He guided the head of his cock to her entrance, just barely pressing inside, just enough to make her gasp and writhe. “Like this, Athena?” he asked, his voice tight with control. “You want me like this?”
“Aye,” she moaned, trying to buck her hips to take him deeper. “I want ye. Only ye. Always ye.”