Prompt:
"Finger riding with a little size kink."

Content warnings:
- lesbian sex
- finger riding
- vaginal fingering
- size kink

Janey slid her hand down Athena's back, pressing over thick muscle and working her fingers into the hard knots that never quite surrendered to the massages she gave. Bringing her hand back up, she relished in the comforting weight of having Athena slumped against her front and she relaxed into the warm embrace her hips found themselves in between Athena's thighs. She hummed quietly with each slow kiss that she felt Athena brush along her shoulder.

At the meeting point of their bodies, Janey gently flexed the fingers of her other hand and stroked through the wet and swollen remains of Athena's last climax; not asking her for more, but simply indulging in the pleasure she had caused not ten minutes ago.

The night was warm and still in their little house in hollow point, and Janey almost wished they'd removed more clothes before working up such an aroused sweat. Then again, there was something she'd always bloody loved about Athena being so desperate that she was happy to be taken with shirt and scarf still wrapped around her taut, heaving body.

Janey held her breath as Athena shifted over her, probably trying to get more comfortable against the couch, and she closed her eyes when she felt Athena's entrance slip back over her fingers. Athena repeated the motion slowly, and it took Janey a moment to understand why. With a wry smile, she glanced down and watched the tilt of Athena's hips as Athena continued to search out her fingers.

"Again," Athena asked against Janey's neck, lips moving over her sensitive scars.

Without thinking, Janey easily slid back into the welcoming heat between Athena's thighs, and she sighed blissfully when Athena swiftly took her to the knuckle. Janey lingered there for a moment, trying to absorb all she could from the impressions her fingers were giving her: silk and warmth and tender, powerful muscle and–

"Again, Janey," Athena's demand – plead, was accompanied by scraping teeth and another roll of her hips over Janey's fingers.

The words spurred Janey into action, and she strained to press further into Athena, curling her fingers forward and down. She spanned her free hand round Athena's hip to lift her and guide her into a rhythm. But just as their motions fell in time, Athena withdrew from Janey's neck and gripped her shoulders instead, tilting her head back and working herself over Janey's hand.

Janey let her take control and concentrated on the hook of her fingers, making sure they dragged over Athena's front wall with each thrust. In the dim light, she watched the pale river of Athena's neck as the pace was set; torturously slow off of her hand, letting air brush around her fingers, and then sudden and hard – so bloody hard, back down. The sheer weight Athena put behind each grind of her hips had Janey grunting with the effort of keeping her wrist straight. The next moment Athena lifted her waist, Janey adjusted herself so she could brace her elbow against the back of the couch and meet the demand of Athena's hips.

The pace never changed as Athena fucked herself on Janey's fingers for what seemed like an eternity. Janey became entranced by the moving arrangement of Athena's body; the sway of her hair as it curtained around her cheeks when her head drooped forward; the mantra of grunts and groans that curled in her throat and found their way into Janey's ears like some kinda sensual prayer; the clenching tempo of her inner walls, their beat travelling up Janey's arm and down into her own core, where they synced and called Janey's hips to lift in renewed need.

Athena moaned at the motion, and Janey listened to her. She bucked her hips again, using her pelvis to put force behind the thrust of her hand and draw out another moan from Athena's lips.

"More," Athena breathed as she tilted her head back again and dug her nails into Janey's shoulders.

Janey pushed aside the burning of her muscles and flattened her fingers to press them harder into the swollen ridges of Athena's front wall. She saw the pinch in Athena's eyebrows, felt the falter in her hips, and felt the throb against her palm. But clearly it wasn't enough because rather than fall over the edge, Athena rose back up again.

"More," Athena said again as she lifted herself, voice hard and breathless.

Janey didn't understand. She stretched and curled her fingers further, trying to hit the spot she knew would–

"Janey…" Athena looked down at Janey then, her mouth hung open a little, eyes hazy with sex and need. Janey swallowed, unable to look away. Athena's gaze flicked down and Janey followed it to where her hand was buried between Athena's legs. Wet trails glistened along Athena's inner things and over Janey's wrist. Athena looked back up at her, and Janey felt a strong clench around her fingers as Athena squeezed her.

"Another," Athena begged in a strained voice. "Please, Janey, just…"

She didn't have to say any more.

Because Janey knew then what she needed. And for once she didn't make a dirty quip or cheeky comment; something about Athena that night was too otherworldly for such words; she was celestial and breathtaking in Janey's hand, and Janey's throat trembled before the sight of her.

"O-okay," Janey dared to whisper. She gave a short nod.

Athena began to move and Janey watched her chest cave as she breathed out. Athena's full lips tilted for Janey in a hint of a smile and her breasts swelled as she refilled her lungs. Janey couldn't look away. Athena's thighs tensed around hers once again, and on the next lift of Athena's hips, Janey quietly curved her hand and drew a third finger beside her two already-slickened ones. Athena sank down onto them, and the deep moan she gave as she stretched dug into Janey's soul, and it begged her to move.

Janey jerked inside of Athena's slick heat, and when she felt no resistance, she lent forward slightly, latched her lips onto Athena's neck, and began driving into her. The softness of Athena's throat was laced with sweat and arousal and gunpowder, and Janey's tongue was desperate to follow its trail down to the heaving valley of Athena's chest, but a worn, atlas-issued shirt stopped her and so she settled for kissing into the crook of Athena's neck as she thrust.

Athena groaned by her ear with a relieved-sounding, "Fuuck," and rocked to match her thrusts almost instantly. Athena's walls easily took the spread of her fingers and Janey relished in curling into Athena's ridged, sweet spot with the extra force that three fingers gave her, and she felt herself throb with every sound of wet-slick that came with the fall of Athena's hips down onto her.

Janey felt Athena's hands slip and claw down her back, and she felt the shaky tension in Athena's thighs as they worked to ride her fingers in a fast rhythm. She began to feel the heavy clenches of Athena's walls, so strong that they squeezed her fingers together on every thrust, which could only mean one thing. Janey smiled into Athena's neck and lifted her thumb to circle harshly over Athena's clit.

"God, Janey," Athena hissed, voice close to breaking. She moaned. "You're so- thick…I'm, I can't-"

Janey removed herself from Athena's neck to scrape her teeth over Athena's ear. She drove into her one last time. "Come for me, darl," Janey whispered, curling her fingers just as Athena's walls heaved and wetness surged into her palm.

Athena came in a wracking shudder over Janey's hand, silent and stiff for the first forceful clenches but then releasing a gasping, "Ah! Fuck, Janey…" and jogging her hips roughly into Janey's lap.

Janey took the hint and quickly began stroking down Athena's soaking walls in time with the waves of her orgasm, and after a few more hard clenches, Athena's body lost its tension. Athena slumped forward against her to ride out the rest, digging her forehead into Janey's collarbone and rolling her hips in a mindless rhythm till Janey felt her climax dissolve into flutters, and finally to a gentle throb.

Janey slowly slipped out from the comfort of Athena's heat, and she heard Athena murmur a complaint at the loss. But Janey's hand was cramping and drenched, and so, with a lingering stroke through Athena's folds, she withdrew and spanned her palm over Athena's thigh in relief.

Athena's chest expanded against hers, her heartbeat throbbing into Janey's breast as Janey gently manoeuvred them so they were lying lengthwise on the couch. She lifted Athena's leg over her hip, slipped an arm under her ribs and cradled her against the cushions. She felt Athena's fingers on her cheek as she was drawn into a lazy, tongue-filled kiss. Athena's lips rolled against hers, swollen and generous, and Janey felt the love in them as she took Athena's bottom lip between her teeth, making Athena sigh into her mouth.

Athena's hand left her cheek as the kiss continued, and Janey felt it slowly wander down her body till eventually it settled between her legs. She moaned around Athena's tongue when Athena stroked her through her pants, fingers moving up to undo her zipper and slip past it to tease over her boxers. Janey groaned when Athena worked past the briefs and stroked into her curls for the first time that night.

"Again?" Athena asked against her lips with a grin, her eyes dark and blue as they flicked up to Janey's.

"Shit yeah."

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