Free Athena's Daughter by Juli Page Morgan

shot through Athena, quick and bright as
shutter flashes. Derek’s ministrations were so much more
stimulating than the tuning-a-radio twists from her prom date. She
held her breath again, muscles rigid with anticipation.
    “Let go, angel,” Derek murmured against her
skin. “Let me feel you come.”
    “I…” She swallowed and closed her eyes. “I
haven’t ever…” Overcome with embarrassment at her utter lack of
sensuality, she couldn’t go on.
    With one last kiss on the slope of her
breast, Derek slid up her body and threaded his hands through her
hair. “Ever?” he asked softly.
    Miserable, she shook her head. The frantic
fumbling of her high school partner had done nothing for her, and
even her solitary experimentations hadn’t yielded any pleasure. She
came close a time or two, but never was able to bring herself over
the edge. Now, with a beautiful man doing wonderful things to her,
nerves and the sneaking feeling that, despite his reassurances to
the contrary, she was doing everything wrong had her so tense that
achieving orgasm seemed impossible.
    Derek spread her hair over the pillow and
kissed her forehead. “Then we’ll just have to remedy that, won’t
we?”
    “I don’t…”
    “Shh,” interrupted, and put a finger over her
lips. “Don’t think, don’t try. Just feel.” The back of his hand
stroked her cheek. “Feel my hands touching you.” A warm kiss was
pressed on her lips. “Feel my lips on you.” He moved his mouth to
her ear and the tip of his tongue traced its outline. “Feel my
tongue. Just feel.”
    Lulled by his soft touch and his husky
murmurs, Athena relaxed and took a deep breath. His hands and mouth
were on her breasts again, and instead of tensing against the
flares of pleasure, she let them flow through her. Each gentle
flick of his tongue brought an answering quiver deep within her, a
quiver that radiated from her core through her body to set her
fingertips tingling.
    When his kisses moved lower, her muscles
tried to stiffen again, but remembering his instructions, she
forced herself to relax. She concentrated on the gentle touch of
his hands caressing her hips, and the warmth of his breath against
the skin of her inner thighs. One finger slid over her folds, and a
different kind of gasp parted her lips. The slow, soft strokes grew
firmer and bolder, and Athena couldn’t stop the jerk that lifted
her hips from the bed. The finger was instantly replaced by his
mouth, and her eyes flew open.
    Had she really thought that nothing could
compare to the decadent pleasure she’d gotten from stimulating him
with her hand? How wrong could she have been? That feeling was
eclipsed completely by what was coursing through her as his lips
closed over her. There were no words to describe what her body
experienced at the flick of his tongue. She forgot to be shy, and
spread her legs wider.
    Her hands rose to clutch the pillow on either
side of her thrashing head as she arched her back, searching for
some nameless, vital, necessary completion. She found it when
Derek’s fingers slid inside her and moved in rhythm with his
tongue, and she cried out with a release so intense and so damn
good that she pushed back against his fingers to prolong it.
    Delicious little tremors continued to shake
her as Derek kissed his way back up her body and smiled down at
her.
    “Holy shit,” she panted.
    “I’m not done yet,” he purred, and slipped
inside her. Muscles still sensitive and quivering clutched him, and
he drew in a quick breath. “Oh, I like that.”
    Her long-awaited release erased any lingering
inhibitions, and she wrapped her legs around his lean hips and
arched up to push him in further.
    Derek’s eyes sprang wide before he gave her a
sweet, wild smile and began to move, whispering her name against
her lips.
*****
    Athena woke to the feel of Derek’s soft
kisses on her face and hair. Wrapped in his arms, she listened to
the tick of the rain hitting the window over the bed, and