He kissed her belly again, then eased off the bed and kicked off his jeans.
He didn’t have a plan. Fuck, he’d be happy to jack off just looking at her, messy-haired and pink-cheeked, still shaking from her orgasm.
But she rolled over and crawled after him, coming to the edge of the bed. “Please,” she gasped. “Use my mouth, too.”
“What?”
She licked her lips. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
“Monica.”
She wrapped her hand around his cock and squeezed. There was that determined look again, and why would he argue with her? When he dreamed of her mouth far too fucking often.
“Fuck. Yes, please.”
She licked at his crown, then made an eager little noise before swallowing more of him into her mouth. A wet, hot pull, and then a happy hum, and it was so much better than his dreams.
He groaned as his balls pulled tight, threatening to explode already. “You’re too hot,” he murmured. “So perfect, baby. I’m going to come for you.”
She stroked the length of him that didn’t fit in her mouth, and each slow pulse of her hand primed his pump with painful efficiency. He was so close, already.
His hands came up to hover around her head, to pull her off, maybe, but then it was too late to even warn her.
She sucked him once more, this time with a swirl of her tongue in exactly the right spot, and he went off like a rocket, coming in her mouth. Hard. Maybe the most intense release of his life, as if he’d been saving up forever.
Which, in a way, he had.
Fuck.
Monica rolled onto her back, gazing up at him as he twitched and worked through the aftershocks.
Then he pounced on her, cupping her jaw and kissing her deeply. Tasting himself, and the warmth of her mouth. She absorbed the kiss, letting him pour himself into her on a whole other level.
They were both breathing hard when he eased up and stroked her hair back from her face.
“You didn’t have to do that,” he said roughly.
“Please.” She winked. “That was for me.”
26
After a lazy secondround in the shower, Josh showed her how to use his ancient washing machine, and she did some laundry ahead of dinner that night.
He went downstairs to do some work, so she did some quick time-zone math, and called Amira.
As soon as her best friend answered, Monica knew it was a mistake to do a video call.
“Where are you?” Amira gasped.
Monica got closer to the phone, blocking out the background. “Nice to see you, too.”
“Have you been kidnapped? Is this a ransom call?”
“Stop it.” But even as Monica sighed, Amira was tapping the screen, and before she could sayoh no, please don’t, Sylvie and Cathryn were added to the call. “Hey, everyone.”
“Ladies, this is urgent. Monica, please step out of the camera view.”
“No.” She was laughing now.
