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Sure, Athena had noticed little signs here and there. The way Bobby relaxed when he was big spoon, but just melted when she was curled around him instead. How his orgasms always seemed to be longer and more intense when she was on top. The blush that would spread across his cheeks when she used her sergeant voice on him. So yes, she’d picked up on his signals, but she’d assumed that Bobby was well aware of the hints he was sending and was waiting for her to make the next move.
They were watching a movie on the couch, Athena sitting with her legs propped up on the coffee table. Bobby lay on his side next to her, his head in her lap. She absentmindedly stroked her fingers through his hair, focused on the movie. When he nestled his head further into her, his soft hair falling against the exposed skin of her thighs, her focus shifted.
Athena began alternating between stroking and gently scratching across his scalp. A small shiver ran through his body, so she dug her nails in a little more firmly, just this side of painful. She felt him swallow nervously as he shifted to curl in on himself more.
Deciding not to push it, she continued running her fingers over his hair. Though she kept her head facing the TV, her eyes raked over him, landing on the growing bulge in his jeans.
He slowly reached for the throw pillow by his feet and attempted to subtly arrange it over his lap. Athena smirked.
Okay, mouse. I’ll play cat, she thought.
She softly raked her nails up and down his arm for a few minutes, enjoying the little goosebumps that rose there. Then, she trailed her fingers across his shoulders, up his neck, until she was stroking over the shell of his ear and toying with the delicate skin of his earlobe. His breath came quicker, the hot puffs of air warming the skin of her inner thighs. The blush tinting his cheeks spread down his neck to the bit of his chest that she could see poking out of his t-shirt.
Athena’s focus had completely abandoned the movie, enthralled by how just a few intentional touches could get Bobby going like this. She’d been waiting for the right time to respond to Bobby’s hints and now seemed like the perfect moment.
“Move the pillow,” she said, her voice firm despite being just above a whisper.
“What?” he asked, keeping his body perfectly still as if she was a predator who could only see him if he moved.
A smug smile spread across her face as she settled into the game.
“You heard me. Move the pillow, Bobby,” she replied, hints of authority woven through her tone.
He let out a shaky breath before letting the pillow fall to the floor. The denim tented obscenely and he squirmed against her. She ran her palm down his side to steady him.
“Oh, now just look at that. A few innocent touches and you’re ready to burst.”
He shook his head and shifted around, trying to cover himself with his leg.
“No, it’s not what it looks like, it’s just that it’s been a few days and-” Athena cut him off.
“And you like it when your powerful sergeant wife takes care of her baby boy.”
Her words hung in the air. She thought this was just a game they were playing and that his hesitance was a part of the act, part of the fun. As the seconds dragged on and Bobby remained frozen, it started to dawn on her.
She knew this could happen, that unacknowledged desires could bubble forward in ways that were so instinctual you weren’t even aware you were expressing them. But Bobby was so intentional in everything he did. With the devotion to honesty he’d developed during his recovery, she’d thought there was no way he could stuff down something like this. Shame could be a powerful force.
“Sit up,” she said softly, nudging him up to a seated position next to her. His eyes were wide, shoulders tense, totally still but for the rapid rise and fall of his chest as his breathing accelerated. She turned the TV off.
Athena grasped his hands in hers and held his gaze. She kept him there for a beat, just looking into each other's eyes and breathing. Slowly, she felt him relax just a little bit.
“Can we talk about it?” she asked.
He broke her gaze, eyes bouncing around the room, looking for the right answer.
“I—I want to, but…I can’t. Or—I don’t know how.”
She stroked his cheek and cupped his face in her palm.
“Maybe I can help. What if I say some things, and you can tell me if they feel right?” she said in a tone that was steady but gentle, like what you’d use to soothe a scared child.
He nodded in agreement. Athena took a deep breath to steady herself. The next few moments would shape how Bobby viewed himself and his deepest desire. She had to do this right.
“Okay. You liked it when I was touching you?”
He nodded. Okay, she thought, good start so far.
“And maybe you haven’t let yourself enjoy that very much before? Because you had to be strong for the people around you?”
He kept his eyes trained towards the floor and nodded slowly.
“You like it when I take care of things, take care of you.”
Another nod, a little less sure this time. Athena hesitated, choosing her next words carefully.
“You like it when I tell you what to do. When I take control.”
He kept his chin pointed at the ground, but his eyes flew up to meet hers. He held his breath for a moment before nodding again, more confidently this time.
She took a deep breath in, steadying herself. Now or never.
“You want me to give you everything you’ve never let yourself admit you want, to let yourself be soft and cared for.”
He wavered.
“Not exactly. Well, sometimes, but more than that...” he paused, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck. He squeezed his eyes closed tightly.
“Iwantyoutotakeitfromme,” he said, rushing so it all squished into one long word.
She pursed her lips and fixed her gaze on him, the same one she gave criminals when they were trying to pull a fast one. He wasn’t getting out of this one easy.
He took deep breaths, in through his nose, out through his mouth. His eyes were glassy with tears, but they didn’t fall.
“I want you to take what you want from me, like a toy you’re using to—,” he paused, gathering his courage, “like a toy you’re using to get yourself off.”
The shame radiated off of him in waves, but he continued.
“I want you to use me. I liked when you were touching me earlier while we were watching the movie, like you were just doing whatever you wanted, putting your hands wherever you wanted. Focused on the movie like I was just an object in your lap.”
She took it all in. Being in a more dominant position came naturally to her, but she’d never considered a dynamic quite like this before. Now that Bobby put it in her mind, it was intoxicating. The trust he was putting in her. Giving her a place to focus her overwhelming need for control. She leaned down to press a soft kiss against his forehead.
“You’re gonna be my perfect toy?” she asked, running her thumb over his bottom lip.
He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out just enough so she could rest her thumb on it. Bobby looked up at her from under his lashes, eyes wide as he closed his lips around the digit and sucked. Athena’s intense laser focus trained on him, every cell in her body focused on the connection where her finger met his mouth. She thrust it in and out slowly and he let her.
Heat pooled between her legs and she let herself bask in the power of it. Her husband: fire captain, father-figure, respected leader in his community. Submitting to her so easily, just because she asked. Her mind flooded with all the possible ways she could play with him.
Before her imagination ran too wild, she knew they needed to have an actual conversation about this. One where they kept their clothes on and discussed boundaries and limits and laid out exactly what they wanted from each other. But she was only human, and a full discussion could wait. Right now, they were both so keyed up she couldn’t stop herself.
“Get on your knees,” she said as she pulled her thumb out of his mouth and wiped it off on his t-shirt.
He lowered himself to the ground and knelt between her legs. She looked down at him and stroked her fingers over his head again, with so much more meaning imbued in her gesture this time. She firmly grasped a handful of his hair and yanked back so his eyes met hers.
“Take my shorts off,” she said, lifting her hips so he could gain access.
He complied, pulling the silky fabric down to reveal her bare skin underneath. Heat radiated from her and a mild, clean, purely Athena smell wafted over to him. She spread her legs and guided his head between them.
Bobby was skilled with his tongue and Athena always enjoyed it when he used it on her, but this time, with this tension crackling through the air, him on his knees for her, her hand unyielding in his hair, it was something totally brand new.
He softly licked between her folds and she let out a soft moan. She let him play for the next few minutes as she warmed up. He made firm, confident strokes against her, occasionally dipping into her entrance or circling around her clit. It felt incredible, but she wanted more, and didn’t he ask her to take what she wanted?
Without warning, she yanked his head back, away from her. He groaned in frustration.
“What?” she asked, “You weren’t done? You wanted to keep tasting me?”
He nodded eagerly.
“Too bad this isn’t about you, then,” she said.
Athena grasped two of his fingers in her palm, then guided them to her clit. Keeping a firm grip on his hand, she rubbed it in circles, using his fingers to touch herself in just the right way. Bobby whined and rested his forehead against her thigh, his hips thrusting into the air.
She pulled his fingers down to slide them inside of herself, the feeling of him inside her a relief after the tension that had been slowly burning between them.
“Curl,” she told him, and he obeyed, curling his fingers up to rub against her g-spot. She maneuvered his hand to slowly thrust it in and out of her. The overwhelming wetness she produced made the slide almost too smooth. She nudged another of his fingers inside her.
Athena tilted her head back and sighed.
“Perfect. I’ve been meaning to pick up a new dildo, but I don’t need to. I have the perfect toy right here.”
Bobby panted and tried to increase the speed with which she was thrusting his fingers into herself. She held him back.
“Please,” he said, the word ripped out of him. “Please Athena, at least let me take my pants off. They’re so tight.”
She glanced down at the bulge in his jeans and it did look painful. The fabric jutted out, a lewd outline impossible to ignore. Usually, she would have honored this request right away, probably would’ve taken his pants off ages ago.
But this wasn’t the usual. She looked down at him, desperate and writhing for her, the slight pain from the zipper pressing into his flesh only spurring him on…
“Does it hurt?” she asked.
He nodded.
You need some relief?” she taunted.
“Yes, please,” he groaned.
“You want to take your cock out, stroke it in time with your fingers I’ve got inside of me?”
He moaned against her skin incoherently.
She pretended to consider it.
“No, I think that’d be far too distracting for you. Here,” she said, nudging her shin between his legs.
“You can hump against me like a little dog if you’re really that desperate for it, but no more interruptions.”
He whined, the humiliation rolling around in him, sour and addictive. He couldn’t hold back any longer and rubbed against her leg in unsteady, wild thrusts.
She propped one foot up on the edge of the couch to get better leverage and thrust his fingers into her faster, throwing her weight into it. She clenched around him and he pushed up against her g-spot each time he entered her.
Using her free hand, she tugged his head back between her legs to focus on her clit. The competing sensations of the rough denim against her shin, the fingers stretching and filling her, the velvety tongue suckling at her clit, his muffled moans vibrating against her—it was becoming too much.
She pushed her leg up against him more firmly and he wailed, thrusts getting even more erratic.
“Come on, Bobby. Make yourself useful, make Mommy come.”
His eyes rolled back in his head and he thrust furiously against her leg, the pressure and discomfort of the tight fabric suffocating his cock only intensifying the sensations. In just a few moments, he came in his pants like an undisciplined teenager.
Athena felt drunk on it. Getting Bobby this wound up, this out of control. She’d never seen him quite so let go, so feral with it. She tightened the grip in his hair and rolled her hips against him, feeling her climax building as she used his fingers and tongue to bring herself to the edge. He lapped at her eagerly, spit running down his chin.
Heat pooled in her extremities before slowly spreading throughout her whole body. Her hips thrust against him without a clear rhythm and though she knew she was close, the intensity of her orgasm shocked her as it rippled through her body. She shook through it, her thighs clamping against Bobby’s head, trapping him against her. Whines and moans poured out of him and got lost in her skin.
Slowly, she started to come back down to earth, the occasional aftershock rippling through her. She relaxed her thighs and Bobby slid his fingers out of her before resting his cheek against her knee. She looked down at him, wet patch in his jeans, hair standing up in a thousand directions, flushed red all the way down, panting hard. Their eyes locked.
“Oh, Bobby. What am I gonna do with you?”