26. Athena
CHAPTER 26
Athena
T his man makes me feel like a fucking queen.
He grins up at me, his eyes unsure, like he’s in his own head about what just happened. I’m totally okay with him getting done prematurely. I mean, I much prefer oral and fingers anyway.
Either dicks aren’t really as talented as men want us to believe, or I’ve simply never been with one skilled enough to make me feel what everyone else claims to feel during sex.
I don’t hate it, not at all, but it’s just not as impressive as some of the other sexual stuff I’ve tried. I like anal, but again, you kinda need to have the right dick for the job, you know?
I nod down at Scott encouragingly, or at least I hope it’s encouraging. He seems satisfied enough to spread my lady lips and go to town. Okay, fine, he’s not going to town, he’s… staring at my pussy.
What the hell?
Is he studying me? Silently whispering magic spells on my clit? Trying to figure out where it is?
That is not a problem, this man has already figured out how to make my soul leave my body, he doesn’t need a map.
“You okay down there, Gizmo?”
“Just taking my time.”
“I’m growing old up here.”
He chuckles. “Always so impatient, Bright Eyes. Can’t you just relax and enjoy the experience?”
I snap up off the bed, slapping my hands on the sheets either side of my body. “In the history of humankind, no one has ever been able to relax after someone says—aaaaaaah.”
He slides a finger inside me. “I don’t want a single drop of my cum leaking out from your pussy, Athena. I want you to keep it all inside of you while I eat you out. Can you do that for me? Can you take care of my cum while I make you scream for me?”
He’s a ‘good girl’ away from making me spray paint my sheets with cum. I’m not stupid. Okay, I was stupid, but Savannah’s romance novels have educated me to the ways of the praise kink. And it doesn’t take Dr. Freud to psychoanalyze me to know why.
I don’t have time to get into those thoughts because he pinches my nipple. “Answer me, Bright Eyes, or this beautifully pink clit isn’t going to get what you want it to.”
A rumble brews in my chest as I scowl down at him. “Of course I’ll take care of your cum, Scottie.”
He looks satisfied, but using two fingers pushes the liquid further inside me. Could it be possible that my darling boyfriend has a breeding kink? Maybe that’s why he shot the bullet out of the penis gun and inside me a little overzealously, too. Curious.
Again, no time to pry that apart because his mouth closes over my clit like a suction cup, and he really does go to town. I don’t have it in my body to stay upright, so I flop down onto the bed, the fight and indignation having left me with a flick of his tongue.
Holy shitballs he is skilled.
He somehow uses the tip of his tongue to tickle my clit, then follows it up with a long drag of the full surface, sending delicious shiver after shiver through my entire being.
He’s not rushing, he’s going at a steady pace, and every time I think I get used to a speed, he changes it. Faster, slower, faster, slower, building up a rhythm, bringing me close to the edge then eases me back from it.
A master of my body, that’s what he is. My body is boneless, acquiescing to his every touch, every flick and sweep of his tongue. My skin burns, core aching with the desire to let go, the desire to spray his face with my cum, to reward him for all his hard—shit. Shit. Shit. I’m going to come.
My eyes roll back in my head, my calf muscles are the first to tense up, and instinctively my hands find their way into his hair. “That’s it, Bright Eyes, ride my face like the filthy little thing you are.”
Fucking hell. That mouth. What is it about a man with a heart of gold and a deliciously filthy tongue that does it for me? Maybe it’s not any man with that combination, just this one.
I do what he asks of me, not because he told me to but because I’m fervently chasing my release, humping his face like a wild animal bucking and rolling against his tongue. Clutching his head into my pussy, I lock my legs around his ears which seems to only make him more determined to make me come.
I expect his fingers to slide into me, to press against my g-spot to drive me across the line but he doesn’t, he slides his palms up my body and fondles my breasts as he eats me like his favorite dinner.
The twitching and spasming in my muscles continue as my body grows more and more rigid, spurring me closer to my release. My breath is shallow, the bed is damp below my body, and if I move, there’s probably a pool of juices under my ass, but I don’t care. All I need right now is to come.
My clit pulses, and the closer he shoves me toward the edge of the cliff the more breathless I become. I’m riding his face in earnest now, grinding, rolling my hips against him while he licks and licks, barely pausing for breath.
Blissful release crashes into me like waves over a shore wall. It immediately softens my entire body, making me sag into the bed. My limbs spasm, a raw scream pulled from me as he doesn’t stop, my back arches like a perfect rainbow as he sends me into a space where all I see is color.
The lapping at my clit continues through my first orgasm, I say first because now he slides his fingers inside me and pumps at my clit. It’s gentle at first, two fingers pressing against my sensitive inner wall but it doesn’t stay gentle for long.
He finger fucks me with his hand in a way he hasn’t yet done with his dick. It’s fast, well targeted, and because he hasn’t stopped licking at me, I’m already close to coming all over again.
I claw at him, frantically scratching his arms to keep him twisting and squeezing and pulling on my tit, clawing so he doesn’t stop fluttering his tongue against my clit or sucking my juices inside his mouth.
I’m a boneless, soaking wet mess in the middle of my bed. Time stands still as I’m at the mercy of this man’s tongue thrashing against my swollen and sensitive clit. I don’t know how much time passes, I’m a babbling idiot oscillating between stroking his hair and forehead as he eats me out and a poised band ready to snap.
When I do, there’s a gush of liquid but I’m too focused on the electric current of pleasure charging through my body as my wild screams turn scratchy and fragmented, my throat burning.
I hear his hum of approval though. “My girl’s a gusher.” At least I think that’s what he says, it’s either that or something about udders. But my ears aren’t working because all my energy is now being used to ride through this wave after wave of pleasure assaulting my body.
I might black out, or maybe my soul momentarily leaves my entire body and floats up into the air for a hot minute. He’s still slurping at my clit like he’s not done, but I can’t do it again, I just can’t.
I brace the heel of my hand against his forehead and shove. “Too… too sensitive, stop.” My words get tripped up on the sandpaper now in my throat, so I simply flap my hands at him instead.
He leans back, grinning like the cat that got the cream. “You don’t want to go for the hat trick? I’d love to make you squirt for me like that all over again, Athena. You’re so pretty when you come for me.”
I groan, my body getting little sparks of awareness as he praises me. I wave a hand in front of my body as I flop back onto the bed. I can’t.
“Let me clean you up, Bright Eyes.”
At least that’s what I think he says because he might be asking my shoe size.
I don’t have it in me to move to help him clean me up. So, I just lie there, waiting for my breathing to return to normal, waiting for my body to stop tingling all over, waiting for my limbs to check back in with me and assure me they’re still there.
At some point, I’m vaguely aware of being moved, but it smells like my Scott, so I just let him. The smooth, cool sheets envelop me, but before I get too comfy, he pulls me against his chest, nestling me against him. We fit together like perfect, slightly damp and sweaty puzzle pieces. I could stay this way forever.