Chapter 12
12
Mona
“ Y ou heard me, and I won’t repeat myself.”
“Clinton, I—”
“Now, Mona! I want the crotch of your panties in my mouth in thirty seconds.”
I quickly slipped out of my shoes, lifted from the seat, and pulled my dress over my ass. He watched as I shimmied out of my panties, letting his seat back and unfastening his pants before pulling out his stiff dick.
“Here.” I held my panties and extended my hand toward him. He responded by opening his mouth. “Oh my God. You are nasty for no damn reason.”
I stuffed the crotch of my panties into his mouth, and he sucked on them as if they were the answer to everlasting life. His nastiness turned me on something terrible, and I climbed over the console. My pussy was already wet, and I sank onto his dick with ease.
“Mmm,” I moaned as I adjusted my body on top of his.
My knees pressed into the back of the seat on either side of his body. He grabbed and massaged my ass while simultaneously bringing me as close to him as I could get. There was just enough room for me to slowly grind on his dick, and it felt sensational.
I palmed my breasts, bringing them together and guiding them to his mouth. He didn’t hesitate to alternate kissing, sucking, and licking each nipple. The more attention he gave them, the wetter my pussy became.
He took control of the rhythm, gripping my waist and fucking me from the bottom. Each time he slammed into me, my body shuddered.
“Oh God, Clinton. I’m about to cum.”
He let my panties fall from his mouth before saying, “Kiss me.”
As soon as I pressed my mouth against his, he slipped his tongue between my lips. The flavor of my pussy juice mixed with the liquor residue on his tongue made me hungry for more of him. He sensed my growing desire and pounded me harder and faster.
“Oh shit! Oh God! Oh shit! Oh shit, baby.”
“Let me have it. Give it to me.”
My pussy quaked and trembled around him, triggering his dick to respond in a similar fashion. The juices from our loins became one as we continued to chase the sensual feeling.
I collapsed onto his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me. Our breathing was intense as our hearts beat in sync. The windows were foggy, and the scent of our lovemaking filled the small space of the car. Several minutes passed before we spoke or attempted to move.
“We should go inside and do this again,” he said.
After a long and eventful night of sex, Clinton’s alarm jarred me out of my sleep. Our bodies were intertwined, so he had to release me to reach his phone. I moved a few inches away from him as he turned.
“What time is it?”
“Eight.”
“It’s eight o’clock on a Saturday morning, and we’ve only been asleep for a few hours. Why did you have your alarm on?”
“Because I have to go into the office for a few hours.”
“This early?”
“No, I have to go to the gym first, then to the office.”
“If I’d known that, I would’ve made you go home.”
I rolled over, annoyed that I’d been awakened and pissed that I probably wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep. He cuddled behind me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling my back to his chest.
“I gave you the best dick of your life, and you would’ve sent me packing?”
“I’ve been having a lot of restless nights and was looking forward to sleeping in today. I won’t be able to fall back to sleep for a few hours.”
“You didn’t tell me you were having trouble sleeping.”
“I didn’t bother complaining because there’s nothing you can do. I’ll be fine.”
“You’re growing a human, and it’s important for you to get proper rest. How long has this been going on?”
Those nights Clinton spent with me in New Orleans were the first time I’d slept peacefully in years. Since we reconnected, we’d only spent a few nights together, and I slept like a newborn baby on those nights.
“Honestly, sleep has evaded me for years. I slept a little better once my divorce was final, but…”
“But what, baby?” He kissed my cheek.
“I only sleep well when you’re next to me.”
“Shit, I feel the same way, and I have the perfect solution for us.”
“I’m not moving in with you, Clinton.”
“I wasn’t gon’ suggest that, but since you brought it up, why not?”
“Because I signed a fifteen-month lease to lock in a lower price for my rent. It doesn’t expire for another eight months.”
“I don’t give a fuck about a lease. You’re about to have my baby, and there’s no way in hell you’re staying here for another eight months.”
“It’s too soon for us to move in together. I moved in with Winston after a few months of dating, and you see how that turned out.”
He suddenly hopped out of bed, startling me. When I turned over, he was stepping into the pants he had worn the night before.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as I sat up.
“I’m not Winston, and I told your ass not to mention him around me. I’m nothing like that nigga, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t compare us.”
“I wasn’t comparing you.”
“You weren’t? What would you call it then?”
“I was just saying that me and him moved quickly, so I—”
“So you gon’ make me pay for the fucked up shit that nigga did?”
“No, I just… Clinton, please. Come back to bed and let me explain.”
“Nah, I’m good and can hear you from here.”
“Fine. I know you’re nothing like him. I didn’t say that to compare you. I was just making a point.”
“Do you think moving in with me would end the way it did with him?”
“No, that’s not what I think, but we’re still very new. I don’t want to rush into anything and have regrets later. I want to be with you, I want to build with you, and I want to fall in love with you. Can’t we just take it one day at a time and let things flow naturally?”
His expression softened, and he came to sit on the edge of the bed. I crawled over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck from behind.
“You want to fall in love with me?”
I nodded. “I do.”
“At least our hearts are moving in the same direction. I’m sorry for overreacting, and I apologize for snapping at you. I thought you were insinuating that I would do you like your ex. He’s a bitch ass nigga, and I can’t have you thinking I’m anything like him.”
“If I thought that, do you think I would’ve let you fill my womb with your seeds over and over again? You’re the first man to feel this pussy raw in at least six years.”
“I knew you trapped me.”
“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t, but either way, I don’t regret a single thing that happened in New Orleans.”
“Neither do I.” He removed my arms from around his neck and turned his body so that he could face me. “Before I got in my feelings and let my ego get in the way, I was going to suggest we alternate weeks at each other’s places. Is that cool?”
“I like that idea.”
“Good. We’ll start at my place. Pack enough stuff for a week, and I’ll be back to get you when I’m done at the office.”
“How about I meet you at your place? If you pick me up, I won’t have my car for the week.”
“You won’t need your car because I’ll be dropping you off and picking you up every day.”
I smiled. “Ooh, a chauffeur. I like the sound of that.”
He leaned in and kissed my lips. “I’ll call you when I’m headed back this way. It shouldn’t be any later than one, and we can stop someplace for lunch or order it to-go and take it back to my place.”
We kissed again. “I’ll let you know how I feel when you pick me up.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“Did we just have our first argument?”
He chuckled. “I think we did, and it was my fault, so I have to do something to make it up to you.”
“Do you have anything in mind?”
“Lay back and open your legs.”