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Simon simply held her in their kneeling position for a while, then he moved away, slipping out of her.
Athena remained in her almost dreamlike afterglow until the telltale noise of him pulling off the condom reached her ears, and she remembered that he had not achieved his own climax yet.
She turned around to face him. “Hey, what are you doing? That’s the last one I had!”
He shrugged when he tossed the item into the paper basket next to the bed. “You were done, I thought.”
Athena crossed her arms. “And what about you?”
Simon grinned. “I do happen to have hands, as you might remember.”
Oh, you.
“So do I,” Athena shot back, grabbing for his still hard cock. “Your point being…?”
She gave him a rough stroke, and his eyelids fluttered closed for a moment. “I – hngh – seem to have forgotten it just now.”
Athena smirked. “Idiot.”
He smiled down at her. “Jerk.”
“Well, if you ask so nicely…” She began moving her wrist, grabbing for the back of his neck with her other hand to pull him down for a kiss.
His breathing quickened again after a few moments of her hand running up and down on his cock, but he remained silent aside from the minuscule noises he could not entirely smother. While those were nice, Athena began to feel the desire to hear more out of him – and she had just the idea to make it happen.
She let go of him and pushed him down to lie on his back. “I just remembered that I have some earlier favors to repay,” she explained with a saucy smile, lowering her face to give the tip of his length a teasing lick.
That managed to finally get a groan out of Simon. “Don’t – ah! – let me stop you,” he replied in a voice that suddenly sounded winded.
“I wouldn’t have let you, anyway,” she replied, and swallowed him down, beginning to bob her head rapidly. His fingers tangled in her hair, causing her to smile around his cock, and his quiet moans were music to her ears.
I want to see and hear and feel you completely lose control, Simon Blackquill. Show me what you are like when you are unleashed in your own body. Watching him let go of all his inhibitions last night had undone her almost as much as the physical sensations had, and since he had now reverted to the shape she had grown to desire so fervently, Athena wanted – needed – to experience him at his most passionate even more.
She began alternating between stroking him firmly while licking up the first beads of fluid welling up from his tip, and taking him into her mouth as deeply as she could while drawing her tongue up on the underside of his cock, the noises he made inexorably increasing in volume.
After a short while, her lips let go of him with a wet popping noise, and she felt his heated gaze on her. “Do you trust me?”
Eyebrows drawing together under his fringe in puzzlement, he nevertheless nodded. “Of course.”
Athena smiled at him warmly when his heart told her just how much he meant his statement, and began tonguing at his tip again. “Good.”
In her bid to increase her own stimulation while masturbating in Simon’s body, she had found some remarkably effective tips online, and she had decided that, now that their state had been reversed, he might as well benefit from her newfound knowledge.
She reached back toward her center with her right hand, slickening her index finger with her own juices, only to trail it over his balls and downward. Taking his cock deeply once more, she let the digit slowly slip inside his ass. Since her fingers were much slimmer than his and she had done this at least once a day when getting off, he opened up for her with little resistance.
“Athena, wha- hngraah!”
His grip on her head tightened as he involuntarily bucked into her mouth.
Yeah, that’s it, give it to me. She exulted in the way the prior tenderness in his heart was suddenly pushed aside by a wave of raw need, and that she was the one who had the power to do this to him.
Putting her other arm over his abdomen to keep him from accidentally breaking her nose, she tried finding the right spot inside him again – it was a bit difficult, as her own vantage point had been vastly different, but she knew she had hit her target when he let out another string of nonsensical sounds, eyes tightly shut, and thrashed against her hold. His hips gained a life of their own, fucking her oral cavity in short, shallow thrusts, her finger brushing against his prostate at the same rhythm.
Only a short time later, his hands cramped into claws amidst her tresses and his muscles went rigid as he came inside her mouth in long spurts, the noise he emitted somewhere between a groan and a scream. She looked up at him as much as it was possible in her current position, and the sight burned itself into her retinas: Simon’s eyes were wide open, yet clearly unseeing, his mouth gaping in a rictus of pleasure, his hair tie finally having succumbed to their activities and his long hair tumbling loosely over his shoulders in an unruly mess. Then, the moment was over; his eyes slid closed as his body relaxed bonelessly against the mattress, and he took a deep breath.
Swallowing his ample release, equal parts satisfied and somewhat amused, Athena thought to herself, If we keep going at it like this, I just might end up with an oral fixation of my own… I’m almost ready for another round again after that, but we’d probably both fall asleep in the middle.
She gently removed her forefinger from his anus, surreptitiously fishing for a moist towelette in the top drawer of her nightstand. After she had used and disposed of the wet tissue, she moved up to lie next to him, listening to his still rapidly beating heart.
His facial expression, although more relaxed than she had ever seen it before, also belied a hint of incredulity.
“Where the hell did you learn how to do this?” he asked when his breath had returned and he had opened his eyes to look at her.
“On the Internet, when I was looking into some fresh ideas on how to get off in your body. Did you like it? I know I did when I did it to myself…” Athena’s grin was more than a little wicked.
Simon snorted. “Overachiever.”
His heart belied the truth about his feigned derision, delighting in the filthiness of her admission of just what she had been up to with his body while inhabiting it.
Her grin did not wane. “Well, if you’d rather I didn’t do it again…”
Athena had to giggle when he answered her with a question. “Whatever gave you that idea?”
“Noted for future reference,” she replied, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose. “For now, we should maybe see about getting at least a little more rest. I don’t know about you, but I’m a bit worn out.”
Now it was his turn to grin. “I can’t for the life of me fathom why, but I feel the same way. Come here.”
Simon pulled her against him and was just about to close his eyes when Athena’s cell phone began to ring. Conditioned by five weeks of responding to its ring tone, he let go of her and turned toward the nightstand, taking it out of her bag before she could stop him, and answered the call.
“Yes?”
He was greeted by the Chords of Steel. “PROSECUTOR BLACKQUILL!? What are you doing with Athena’s phone at eight in… the… oh. My. God.”
Grimacing at the phone, he handed it to Athena with a laconic, “Oops.”
She burst out laughing.