Chapter 15
15
Clinton
W e stepped onto the elevator, and I immediately went to the back and leaned against the wall. Mona remained in front of the doors, staring at me in a way I couldn’t describe.
“What’s the problem?” I questioned, puzzled by her actions.
“You think you’re the boss of me.”
I didn’t know if it was a question or a statement. “What?”
“You think you’re the boss of me.”
“Baby, if you want to continue the conversation we started in the car, we can do that once we get to my place. If you don’t—”
Suddenly, the elevator came to a halt, and it took me a second to realize that Mona had pressed the red emergency button.
“I don’t want to talk.”
“Why did you—oh shit.”
Mona kneeled in front of me, pulled the front of my sweats and underwear down, and lifted my soft dick into her mouth. It only took a few swipes from her tongue for it to harden, and when it did, she went to work.
“Baby, shit, baby, there’s a camera.”
“Mmm,” she moaned but didn’t stop letting my dick hit the back of her throat.
Her lack of inhibition had my dick tingling a lot sooner than it should’ve been. “Damn, baby, suck it just like that.”
I palmed her head as it bobbed up and down. The tip of my dick hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag. The saliva made the sensations stronger, and my toes began curling in my shoes.
“Baby, you ready to catch this nut?”
“Mmm.”
Whether she was ready or not, my nut shot from the tip of my dick and filled her mouth. She continued sucking, swirling her tongue around the head each time she reached the top.
“Chill, baby. That’s enough.”
Mona ignored me, sucking harder as she slapped my hands away from her face.
“Hello! Is anyone in there?” A voice shouted over a speaker.
My dick slipped from Mona’s mouth, and she was on her feet in record timing. She pulled the red emergency button, and the elevator began moving just as the voice over the speaker returned.
“Is anyone there?” the voice repeated.
“Yes, we’re here, but the elevator is moving again!” I shouted.
“Was anyone harmed?”
“No, sir. We’re good.”
“That’s good news. I’ll make a note to have someone come out tomorrow to take a look at it.”
“Sounds good. Thank you, and have a good night.”
“I’ll try, but I doubt it’ll be as good as yours,” he said, causing Mona to gasp and rush off the elevator as soon as the doors opened.
“Don’t act shy now, with your nasty ass,” I teased as I followed her.
“He’s disgusting! Why would he watch?”
“The elevator stopped, baby. His job is to look at the cameras and make sure no one needs help. You sure didn’t need any help. You took care of me all by yourself and did a splendid job, might I add.”
“Oh my God! I’m so embarrassed. Hurry up and open the door.”
“It’s too late to be embarrassed. That man saw you with my whole dick all down your throat.” I laughed as she bumped me with her shoulder and went inside.
About an hour later, after we showered, Mona made her famous French toast, eggs, and bacon since we hadn’t eaten dinner. I made our plates, and we sat in my living room in front of the floor-to-ceiling window to enjoy.
“How do you feel?” I asked.
“That man couldn’t see my face, so I’m not worried about it anymore.”
I smirked at the reminder of what had just happened. “I’m not talking about that. How do you feel about seeing your ex?”
She shrugged. “His behavior didn’t surprise me. He’s still an asshole.”
“The shit he said to you—”
“Rolled right off my back. I allowed that man to hurt me enough while we were married, and thanks to therapy, I refuse to allow it to happen again.”
“That’s great, baby. I wish I could let it roll off my back. I pray I don’t run into him any time soon because I may be unable to restrain myself.”
“He deserves an ass-whupping a day for the rest of his life, but God will handle him.”
I smiled at her response. When I saw her in New Orleans, she was a shell of the woman sitting across from me. Although beautiful, her smile was forced and didn’t reach her eyes a few months ago, nor was the light I saw in them now present back then.
Even still, she sparked something in me when she sat across from me. I could sense that she may have lost hope and given up on love, and my desire to change her perspective was strong.
“I’ll do my best to let God do His thing. You know, I’m convinced that nigga had to be fucking somebody else. Did you have a body double or something?”
My question made her laugh so hard she choked on her food.
“A body double?” she questioned when she gathered herself.
“He had to be fucking somebody else because ain’t a damn thing lazy about the way you fuck. Plus, I ain’t never had pussy so gushy, you suck my dick like you invented giving head, and in a few months, you gon’ have my baby. It had to be a body double.”
“Unfortunately, there was no body double. However, there wasn’t a time when he touched me that my body reacted to him the way it does with you. So, there might be some truth to some of what he said.”
“It was him, not you.” She shrugged. “Tell me what happens when I touch you.”
“Huh?”
“I want to know what happens when I touch you.”
“Honestly, you don’t even have to touch me. When you’re nearby, she knows before my brain has time to process. As soon as we make eye contact, I get goosebumps, and my nipples harden. The closer you get, the more my breathing pattern changes, and by the time you touch me, my panties are already wet.”
“Damn.”
We’d finished eating, and our plates had been pushed to the corner. Mona sat in front of me with her back facing the window. The lights in my living room were dim, but the city lights brightened the room beautifully.
“Why are you staring at me like that?”
“Because you’re beautiful… and I’m pretty damn sure I’m in love with you.”
“Oh, Clinton, I…”
My confession probably threw her for a loop and rendered her speechless, and I didn’t want her to feel obligated to return the sentiment if she wasn’t ready.
“You feel like putting on another show?”
A few minutes later, I had her naked with her back against the floor-to-ceiling window while I devoured her pussy. She moaned and screamed out my name in ecstasy as my mouth provided pleasure I was sure she’d never experienced.
When her dam released, her juices covered my face, dripped down my chin, and saturated my chest. I turned her around, bent her over, and she pressed her hands against the window. I eased into her from behind, groaning because it felt like heaven.
“Throw that ass back, baby.”
She used the window as her anchor and did exactly as I requested. If she weren’t already pregnant, tonight would’ve been the night we made it happen. I held tightly onto her waist as her ample ass smacked into my pelvic region repeatedly.
Since she didn’t seem to need my help, I released her waist and used one hand to tickle her nipple and the other to massage her clit. The combination of actions created an abundance of juicy nectar and summoned my nut.
“Baby, I’m about to blow,” I damn near growled.
“Shit, me too.”
We reached the highest point of ecstasy simultaneously, as if our explosions were choreographed. I placed one of my hands on her stomach, surprised by its firmness even though it wasn’t the first time I’d felt it.
She leaned against the window, and I leaned against her as we inhaled and exhaled in sync with each other, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking.
“Clinton?”
“Yeah, baby.”
“I’m pretty damn sure I’m in love with you too.”