Page 86 of Shameless Expectations

Snapping her eyes back to Monti’s, Athena found her center again.

“Stop riding the shame train, okay?”

“Easier said than done.”

“I know,” Monti murmured. “Don’t be ashamed of who you are. Ever.” Monti kissed Athena’s bare knee. “I want to be with you, exactly as you are today in this moment.”

“I’m not someone worthy of that.”

“Of course you are.” Monti kissed her knee again, then a little higher. “Everyone is worthy of love.”

Athena’s entire body warmed, a pleasant sensation seeping into her, something she had long forgotten. She breathed it in, enjoying it, loving it, reveling in it. Doing the only thing she could think of, she bent down and pressed their lips together. She dropped the towel she’d been holding up and dragged Monti closer to her.

She wanted this. Desperation clawed its way through her, clinging to that warm sensation she wasn’t willing to give up. Monti’s wet hair was cold against her fingers, and Athena tugged sharply and smiled when Monti grunted in response.

“I want to touch you,” Athena mumbled against Monti’s mouth. “I want to touch you everywhere.”

“Perfect.”

Confidence restored, at least as much as it could be, Athena stood up and took Monti by the hand. She walked around the edge of the bed and sat on the mattress. Monti moved in and kissed her. Hands skimmed, lips touched. Before she knew it, they were in the middle of the bed and Monti was on top of her.

Athena loved the weight and feel of her. She put her knee up, cradling Monti’s naked body between her legs and tenderly running her hands all over Monti’s back and ass. She scraped her nails lightly, and when Monti groaned, Athena did it again.

“I want to know what it feels like…” Athena trailed off as Monti pressed kisses down her neck and across her breasts, teasing her nipples with the tip of her tongue. Athena arched her back up, shoulders pressing into the mattress and giving Monti as much access to her body as possible. Her heart was racing, pounding so hard.

Monti pressed open-mouthed kisses down to Athena’s stomach, kissing her scars as she went. Athena wiggled, encouraging Monti to move even lower. Because that was exactly what she wanted. She’d thought about it more times than she could count at this point, and the fact that they were so close, that this was actually going to happen.

“Yes,” Athena murmured, clenching her eyes shut as she allowed her body to just feel everything that was happening. This was so nice, but she still wanted to be able to touch, to know that she could give just as much pleasure as she could receive. “Yes, your mouth.”

Athena put her hand on the top of Monti’s head and pushed. Monti was immediately face first between Athena’s legs. Athena lifted her hips up, begging for Monti to put her mouth against her. Monti nipped the inside of Athena’s thigh.

Squeaking, Athena wriggled. “Enough of that.”

“The tease is the best part sometimes.”

“Not tonight,” Athena muttered back.

Laughing, Monti kissed the inside of her thigh again. “I love when you demand.”

“I demand all day.”

“Yes, yes, you do.” Monti scraped her teeth.

Athena clenched her legs against Monti’s head and groaned. She wanted Monti’s mouth on her right now. She wanted to feel her entire body in tune with what Monti was doing. Athena wrapped Monti’s wet hair around her fingers.

“Now.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Monti moved in immediately. She pressed her tongue, hot and wet, against Athena’s clit. She sucked and pulled back and did it again and again.

Athena groaned, bucking her hips up. “Yes. Finally.”

Monti didn’t stop there. She pressed in tighter, nose deep in Athena’s curls. Athena looked down, their eyes locking together as Monti teased her. That was sexy as hell. No one had ever done that with her before. Monti snuck her hands around Athena’s hips and up onto her stomach, reaching up to caress her breasts.

“Fuck,” Athena said. Monti played with her nipples, intensifying every sensation that floated through her. This was so much more than she’d ever imagined. She held onto Monti’s hair, using the cold wet strands to keep her rooted in the moment. She rocked her hips up into Monti’s mouth. “That feels amazing.”

Monti didn’t answer. Not that she could when her mouth was doing such delicious things. Athena cried out as her orgasm unexpectedly swept through her. She was so flushed, her skin sweaty and damp, but definitely not from the shower.

“Get up here.”

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