Page 113 of Shameless Expectations

“Are you sure?”

“More than ever.” Athena smiled. She’d never felt more sure of anything in her life. She was completely in love, and Monti was right there for her no matter what. “Touch me already.”

“Commanding as always.” Monti winked. She got onto the couch on her knees and knelt right behind Athena. She pressed her hips into Athena’s ass and rocked slightly.

Athena closed her eyes and focused, feeling the way that Monti dropped kisses all along her spine up to her shoulders and back down again. Athena pushed her butt back into Monti, needing to be touched even more. This surrender was more than she could have ever imagined, and she never would have allowed this with anyone else.

“Touch me,” Athena whispered again, this time with a hitch in the words. “Monti.”

“Hold on.” Monti moved her hands all over Athena’s skin.

Waves of goosebumps rose, following the trail that Monti took. Athena swallowed hard, clenching her eyes closed. She focused as best as she could on everything that Monti was doing to her, losing herself in the caresses, in the sweet words, in the tender way that Monti took care of her.

“Monti,” Athena whined, but she didn’t know what she was going to say beyond that. She was tired of waiting.

“Patience,” Monti said with a chuckle. “God, you’re so demanding.”

But Monti moved down her body, nipping and kissing and teasing Athena’s skin. She rounded the curve of Athena’s ass, and then she used the flat of her tongue along the backside of Athena’s thigh. That sent every worry out of Athena’s mind. She had never been touched so erotically before. She shuddered and wiggled, needing more of Monti against her immediately.

“I love it,” Monti whispered with a kiss to each of Athena’s butt cheeks. “Are you ready for this?”

“More than ever.”

Monti slid her tongue against Athena. Athena hissed as she tried to hold back her groan, but it was impossible.

“Just what I like to hear.” The tease in Monti’s voice was perfect.

Athena grinned as she clenched the arm of the couch tightly. “Touch me, Monti.”

“You know, you keep saying that.” Monti’s tongue was against her again.

Grunting, Athena rocked forward. This was intense. Monti’s face was pressed against her ass, her tongue doing wild things that Athena couldn’t even name. She couldn’t even think. All she knew was that she wanted Monti to keep going, to deepen her reach, to never stop. Athena bit her lip and strained against the couch. She was so close.

Athena concentrated on the pleasure coursing through her. She pushed her hips back just as that last ripple of orgasm coiled around her before it sprang loose. Her voice was so loud in her ears as her orgasm ripped through her. Before she could even catch her breath, Monti was on her again. Her fingers were deep inside her as she thrust firmly.

“Fuck,” Athena mumbled, barely able to keep up with what was happening.

Her ears rang, her chest was tight as she tried to take deep breaths, but it was next to impossible. Monti took the first orgasm and dragged it into the second. She reached forward, cupping Athena’s breast with her free hand and teasing her nipple by rolling it between her fingers with a flick. Athena’s mind was blank. There was nothing in it except Monti and her talented, talented fingers.

Athena slid onto her side before turning over, Monti straddling her legs as she moved. She grinned up, her legs jelly and her body so warm and pliant. “I’m not sure I want to know where you learned to do this.”

“Practice,” Monti winked, but her cheeks were red and wet. “But I’ll only give you details if you want them.”

Athena put her hands on Monti’s thighs as she tried to catch her breath and figure out what they were going to do next. She wanted to keep the connection between them. She wanted Monti on top of her, covering her, pressing her into the couch. That would be the perfect way to begin tonight.

“What are you thinking?” Monti asked, leaning forward on her knees and ghosting her fingers along Athena’s skin. The touches were so light, barely there. They left a tickle in their wake.

“That I don’t want to lose this.” Another confession. She had never found it so easy to talk to someone in her life. Athena grinned as that thought settled in.

“Are you scared of losing it?”

“Losing you?” Athena looked Monti directly in the eye. She was on a roll. Why stop now? “Yes.”

“Why?” Monti frowned slightly, as if she was concentrating hard.

“Because I’m not good at keeping what’s good.”

Monti moved in and pressed their mouths together. “Like I said before, we’ll figure this out together.”

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