Chapter 5
5
Clinton
“ T hree, two, one! Happy New Year!” we cheered along with the huge crowd.
I cupped her face and pressed my lips against hers. She grabbed the front of my sweater, attempting to pull me closer, but it was impossible. When I released her, we looked into each other’s eyes.
“Happy New Year, Mona.”
“Happy New Year, Clinton. Thank you for spending it with me. This was the best New Year’s Eve I’ve had in a very long time.”
“I should be thanking you for allowing me to impose after my flight was canceled. I couldn’t think of a better way to spend tonight or the last few days than with you.”
If someone had asked me a week ago what I had planned for New Year’s Eve, my answer wouldn’t have been spending it with Mona. However, I wouldn’t change it if someone paid me.
I wasn’t sure how she would react when I returned to her room with my luggage, but her excitement pleasantly surprised me. She hugged me like she missed me and hadn’t seen me in years. When she began to cry, I asked her what was wrong, but she wouldn’t go into detail.
We spent the next day and a half wrapped in the sheets… and each other, using room service to provide the nourishment we needed to go round after round. Tonight was the first time we’d considered coming up for air.
“You’re so sweet. You want to keep walking or find a spot to hang out?” she asked.
I took her hand. “Let’s walk. Maybe we’ll find a spot to chill for a minute. If not, we can head back to your room.”
She smiled flirtatiously. “Heading back to the room sounds perfect. We can always find something to do there.”
“You’re not tired of me beating that pussy up yet?”
“You have an early flight, so I was thinking of how early you had to get up, but every pussy needs a good beating on occasion.”
“Who am I to deny a beautiful woman? Your wish is my command.”
We walked hand-in-hand through the Quarters, watching the lively people. When the mood struck, we stopped to dance outside a few bars until we returned to the hotel.
I had an Uber scheduled to pick me up at six o’clock, which was in five hours. I’d already packed my luggage, so it was one less thing I had to worry about. I had a feeling Mona would take up every minute of my time before I left.
As she undressed, she asked flirtatiously, “What do you want to do with our last five hours together?”
“I can think of a few things. Let’s start in the shower.”
We finished undressing and went to the bathroom. After she started the shower, I lifted her to the counter and covered her mouth with mine. As our tongues snaked in and out of each other’s mouths, she slipped her hand between us and grabbed my dick.
“Nah, baby,” I mumbled against her lips.
I lifted her from the counter, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, allowing me to carry her to the shower. Once inside, I pressed her back against the wall and resumed kissing her.
My dick rested against her stomach, and again, she reached between us and grabbed it. This time, I let her guide it into her welcoming, wet hole. Her mouth fell open as my girth filled her.
“Mmm, shit. I’m gon’ miss this dick.”
“You don’t have to, baby. It’ll be in Chicago.”
I palmed her breasts, lifting them to my mouth and alternating, flicking each nipple with my tongue. Mona squirmed, and her pussy contracted around me.
“I can’t… I can’t get over… get over how good you make… make me feel,” she praised.
“Lucky for you, our night is just getting started.”
After making her cum twice in the shower, we bathed and got out. Mona had been quiet, and her mood had shifted.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as we got into bed, and I noticed sadness in her eyes.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me. C’mere.”
We were in the middle of the king-sized bed, but I wanted her closer. She scooted closer, and I pulled her back against my chest.
“Nothing’s wrong.”
“Turn around and let me see you.”
It was dark in the room, but there was a glimmer of light shining through the openings in the curtains. She hesitated but eventually turned to face me. When she tried to avoid my eyes, I grabbed her chin and made her look at me.
“What?”
“Listen, just because I’m leaving soon doesn’t mean this has to end. Did you forget we live in the same city?”
“I know, but it won’t be the same back in Chicago. Here, it feels like we’re in our own little bubble with no distractions.”
“We can have our own little bubble in Chicago, too, if that’s what you want.”
“We can’t, Clinton. I’m not ready to jump into another relationship right now.”
“What do you want?”
“I need to be alone for a while. I’ve spent more than a decade allowing a man to treat me like shit and determine my worth. I’m not mentally equipped to be in a relationship and have a lot of personal things to work on.”
Although I understood her perspective, her words were unexpected and stung more than I cared to admit. I enjoyed being with her and hoped to continue what we’d started when we returned to Chicago.
“Mona, I appreciate and respect your desire to work on yourself. Hell, we’re all a work in progress. When you’re ready, you got my number.”
“You’re not upset?”
“How could I be upset about you wanting to be a better you? As long as you remember, the best is yet to come. Let’s enjoy our last few hours together.”
Her response was to kiss me, and I followed her lead but didn’t give up complete control. My goal was to dick her down so good that she wouldn’t be able to refrain from calling me. I wanted her fiending for this dick when she returned to Chicago.
When she tore her lips from mine and tried to ease down my body, I stopped her.
“What’s wrong?” I could hear the concern in her voice.
“Sit on my face.”
She moved up, straddling my face as I wrapped my arms around her thighs to lock her in the position. I flattened my tongue and swiped it along her slit, and she immediately began to moan and squirm.
I French kissed her pussy, using my tongue to write my name in cursive repeatedly until I felt her juices dripping down the sides of my face and neck. As she pleaded for me to stop, my tongue dipped and slipped into every crevice, summoning another rush of her nectar to cover my face.
When I released her, she fell to the side, and her legs remained across my chest. I planted soft kisses on the one closest to my lips, causing her to snatch both away from me because her skin was sensitive for a few minutes after she came. After a few moments of recovery, her breathing leveled out.
“Maybe I should let you get some rest.”
She sat up quickly, shaking her head. “No, I don’t need rest. I need dick.”
“You need dick? Or you need my dick?”
“I need your dick. I want you to fuck me so good that I’m still feeling shockwaves three months from now.”
She fell back and opened her legs, giving me the space to adjust myself between them. “Oh, you want it like that?”
“Exactly like that.”
“That kinda dick requires lovemaking. Do you want me to make love to you, Mona?”
“Make love?”
“Yes, make love. If I make love to you, a year from now, you’ll be sitting in your car, behind your desk, or pushing the cart at the grocery store, and shivers will shoot through your body, or your knees will get weak. Is that what you want? You want me to make love to you?”
“Yes.” Her response was barely above a whisper, but I heard her loud and clear.