Page 84 of Shameless Expectations

“But it’s all yours.” Monti kissed again, dragging in a sharp breath and groaning as she pulled away. “If I don’t leave now, I’m not leaving.”

“I’m not opposed to that.”

Monti laughed, but she moved to stand up. “I’m a sweaty mess.”

“Pretty sure that comes with the territory.” Athena stayed exactly where she was, feet flat against the floor, knees spread. She gave Monti a teasing look, dragging her gaze down Monti’s tight body and then back up, slowly and deliberately. She wanted this to be just as hard for Monti as it was for her. She wanted there to be tension between them.

Anticipation.

“Oh, I have no doubt you know what you’re doing.” Monti took a step backward, narrowly missing the side table that held Athena’s tea and the book she’d been pretending to read while she waited for Monti to come back. “I can’t wait to see what you decide.”

Monti disappeared upstairs.

Athena clutched the sides of the lounger she was in, holding her breath as she waited. But what the hell was she waiting for? Monti had literally told her this was her decision, and she’d been thinking about it all day. She wanted to have sex. And she wanted to have sex with Monti right now.

Standing up, Athena didn’t even bother to clean up. She walked immediately up the stairs to Monti’s bedroom. She shut and locked the door behind her before stripping her shirt off and then her pants. The water was already running in the shower, the sound calling to Athena.

When she opened the door, Monti smiled from the open glass door to the shower and stepped inside. Athena’s heart jumped. Monti was stunning. It hadn’t even occurred to her that she hadn’t seen Monti naked yet. That in every encounter they’d had, Monti had remained fully clothed.

Athena’s heart ran rampant. Her body begged her to move and do something, but she stood still in the doorway, stunned speechless. Monti was young, her muscles taut, her skin tight and smooth. She didn’t have scars or weird dimples on her ass or legs or stretch marks on her breasts from pregnancy. She was perfection wrapped up in long legs and stunning curves.

“Shall I start without you?” Monti called through the door. “Because I don’t mind.”

Snapping to attention, Athena unhooked her bra and slid her underwear to the tile floor. Her voice was caught in her throat, and she wasn’t sure she was going to be able to speak. She shook as she reached for the shower door and popped it open. Steam filled the small shower, but through it, she found Monti with her shoulders against the wall, and fingers firmly planted between her legs.

“We can always start with some mutual masturbation if you’d like.”

“No,” Athena said, though she wasn’t sure she was loud enough for Monti to hear her. Placing one foot into the shower, she stepped inside, her decision firmly made. One more step and they were plastered together.

Skin to skin.

Breasts to breasts.

Mouth to mouth.

Athena ran her palms over Monti’s front, over her breasts, her hard nipples, to her hips and her thighs. She was doing this. And she wasn’t going to be scared or worried about anything. Because she trusted Monti. She trusted that what they had together so far was true and real. Athena followed Monti’s hand down between her legs, matching Monti’s fingers with her own.

“See?” Monti’s voice was breathy. “You know what to do.”

The confidence boost was exactly what Athena needed. She pressed more firmly, sliding one finger inside Monti. She was so hot, her body slick and wet.

“That’s it,” Monti cooed. “Deeper.”

Athena loved this side of Monti. She was demanding, bluntly so. But as her confidence grew, she didn’t need Monti to tell her what to do anymore. She pressed the heel of her hand against Monti’s clit and started to slowly slide her fingers in and out. Monti shuddered, digging her nails into Athena’s sides as she clutched onto her.

“Don’t be afraid to make noises,” Athena muttered into Monti’s ear. “I want to hear what you’re feeling.”

“Yes,” Monti hissed. She tossed her head back into the wall with a light thud.

The heat from the water started to make Athena dizzy, but she wasn’t going to stop. She pressed forward, pushing herself into Monti’s body.

“Fuck,” Monti muttered, her hips jerking sharply. “Right there.”

Athena listened to the understated direction, keeping the pace and positioning of her fingers. She pressed their mouths together, the kiss becoming sloppy as Monti’s movements became uncoordinated. Athena held onto her, keeping her upright. The control Athena had in this, the power to give Monti pleasure or not, to keep them both upright and moving—it was addicting. Athena nipped at Monti’s neck.

“I don’t know what—” Monti swallowed hard “—you were worried about.”

Athena scraped her teeth against Monti’s collar bone and then used her tongue to chase after the droplets of water that slid across her skin and over the tops of her breasts. She should have spent so much more time there. She should have started with these perfect boobs. Moving her hand from between Monti’s legs, Athena palmed Monti’s breasts, rubbing her thumb across her nipples. Monti whined her protest and tried to grab Athena’s hand and push it back down.

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