Slowly, almost as if I’m in a dream, I lean down, brushing my lips over her throat. Not firmly, not sucking or biting, not leaving a mark. Just a gentle brush of my lips over her skin, my tongue flicking out as I reach the hollow of her neck, dragging it over the line of her collarbone.
Athena moans softly, turning sleepily towards me, and I do something that I never would have dreamed I’d do.
I cup her face in my hand gently and bend down to kiss her.
I’ve never kissed anyone the way I’m kissing her now. It’s slow and soft, my lips brushing over hers, sucking her lower lip slowly into my mouth. Feeling her, tasting her, the curve of her lips and the way they part for me, her head tipping sleepily back, her mouth opening for my tongue so that I can slip it inside. I feel the lazy slide of hers against mine, kissing me back. Then she’s rolling towards me, her naked breasts pressed against my chest as she reaches up to sleepily run her fingers through my hair, moaning again with a soft, breathy sound as my hard cock presses against her belly.
Fuck.I’ve never had slow, gentle sex. Every sexual encounter I’ve ever had has been rough, hard, and fast, just one more wet pussy in a sea of them. I’ve never slid my hand slowly down a woman’s waist, just to memorize the curve of it, never noticed how firm the swell of her hip is compared to the softness of her inner thigh, never heard the difference in how she moans when I nip at her lower lip compared to when I graze my fingertips over the wet folds of her pussy.
Athena is fucking soaked when I slip my fingers between those folds, sliding them up to tease her clit. She arches into my hand, hooking her leg over mine as she pushes herself into my caress, wanting more. It’s enough to drive me wild, the way even half-awake she seems to want me, maybe even more because she’s not aware enough to tell herself that she ought to fight it.
I could take her now, in this space between her being awake and asleep, drive myself into her and let her wake up filled with my cock, see the surprise on her face when she becomes aware and realizes that I’m inside of her again. But I can’t do it. I want her awake before I thrust into her, want her to tell me that she wants it, to know that she’s as eager as I am. And I’m not sure what’s changed.
You do know, though. You don’t want to be anything like those animals who hurt her. You want to be different. Different tohermost of all.
Maybe that’s it. Perhaps I don’t want her to ever look at me and be reminded of that awful night. Maybe that shined a light on parts of me that I’ve told myself were okay, that I want to change now.
If I’m even able to.
“Athena,” I whisper her name, not the nickname I use for her so often. “Tell me you want me, just like this. No punishments, no games. Just me and you. And if you don’t—”
Her eyes flick open. “You’ll stop?” Her voice is a soft whisper, barely audible. “That’s not the Cayde I remember.”
She’s never said it so bluntly before, and my chest constricts at the sound of it, a feeling that I’ve never experienced before sweeping through me.Regret.
“Maybe I don’t want to be that Cayde anymore,” I murmur before I can stop myself. “Maybe I want a chance to be someone different.”
Athena’s eyes widen, her lips parting as she breathes in. She doesn’t say anything, not a single word, but what she does tells me more than anything she could have said.
Her arms slide around my neck, and she pulls my mouth down to hers.
Is this what normal sex feels like? That vanilla shit that I always made fun of?There’s something to be said for it. Her mouth feels so good beneath mine, soft and yielding, her tongue sliding against mine, hot and wet and a reminder of what it will feel like when I thrust myself between her legs.
“Cayde—” she whispers my name. My cock stiffens even more, thick and hard against the rigid muscles of my abdomen, throbbing even though I came harder than I had in a month just a few hours ago. I want to be inside of her so badly, but I push that thought aside, putting her pleasure first. I’ve never done that in my life, never focused on my partner’s pleasure over my own. Suddenly I want more than anything to make Athena come, to feel her shudder, slow and deep, over my fingers and tongue before I sink inside of her. Jaxon is the only one who’s gotten to taste her, to feel her clit throbbing under his tongue, to make her come on his face. He stole that from me, way back when this first started, and I’m going to get my turn now.
I run my lips down her throat again, enjoying the way she turns her head to let me get better access, savoring the taste of her skin, clean and fresh from the shower. I’ve never kissed her all over like this, never taken the time to explore her body. I reach down, cupping her breast in my hand as I bring my lips down to her nipple, flicking my tongue over the stiffening peak as I squeeze her, sucking her nipple and some of the flesh of her breast into my mouth.
“Oh!” Athena moans, her hand sliding around the back of my head. “You’ve never—” she gasps as I nip lightly at it, swirling my tongue around until she’s panting, and then I move to the other breast, repeating the same action with her other nipple until her fingernails are biting into the back of my scalp and she’s wriggling against me, her legs parting as I slide my hand up her inner thigh.
She’s so soft, so warm. I sink two fingers into her, curling them up as I move down her body, giving her nipple one last lick before sliding down, kissing a path down her flat, pale belly to where she’s wet and aching for me, her hips already arching up as her fingers tangle in my hair, guiding my mouth to where she wants it the most.
I hadn’t thought I could get any harder, but my first taste of Athena’s pussy is enough to make my cock hard as granite, throbbing almost painfully as I lick her in one long, slow stroke that leaves her thighs quivering under my hands and her head tipped back as she lets out a long, breathy moan.
She’s fully awake now, that’s for sure. I press my mouth tightly against her, lapping from her entrance up to her clit, swirling my tongue around the small, hard nub, pressing it down until she bucks up against my face, sucking her into my mouth until she cries out, her hands pressing me down into her pussy as she squirms and pants, so close to an orgasm that I can feel it.
I thought we’d wrung every last climax out of her tonight, but she’s wet and hungry for more. There was a time when I would have tormented her for it, called her a slut, teased her mercilessly for her body’s reaction. But the thought hasn’t crossed my mind tonight. All I want is more of her, more of this, more of her writhing desperately against me, caught up in her need for me.Me. Cayde St. Vincent. There’s still a certain kind of pleasure in her wanting me so much when she once insisted that she’d never let me touch her. But it’s muted now by something else—a genuine desire forher.
When she comes, the moan that she lets out is nearly a scream, her hips bucking upwards as she orgasms hard on my tongue, so wet that my lips and chin are covered in her. I thrust two fingers into her hard, feeling her clench around them as she grips the back of my neck, riding my face as the climax ripples through her body.
I can barely wait until she’s coming down from it to be inside of her. Her pussy is still clenching when I angle my cock towards it, shoving my fat, dripping head between her lips so that she cries out again, her body still oversensitive from everything we did earlier tonight on top of the wild orgasm that I just gave her.
I’d planned to slide into her slowly, to savor it. But then she moans out my name, and I can’t hold back.
“Fuck me, Cayde, oh god, please—” her cry of pleasure as my cockhead pushes inside of her makes me feel as if I could come on the spot, and I can’t go slow. I thrust into her in one long stroke, balls-deep, feeling her clench around me as her legs go around my hips and her arms around my neck. Her back arching as she hooks her feet around my calves, wrapped around me like a clinging vine. She’s moving with every thrust, meeting each one, her mouth searching for mine as she fucks me with the same urgent fervor that I feel rushing through my body, the same urge for more.
“Fuck yes,” I growl, planting one hand above her head as I surge into her, hard and fast. “You like that cock, Athena? Does it feel good?”
“Yes,” she breathes, her eyes open wide and fixed on mine. “You feel so good, Cayde, so fucking good—”