She continues licking down my chest, focusing for a second on each nipple before she continues down as she follows the happy trail until she reaches the waistband of my jeans. Her eyes snap open, and I almost jump out of my skin when she stares up at me.
Swallowing around the lump in my throat takes a bit more effort than I’d have expected. There’s a strange vibe floating around us, almost as if this is our first time together.
“It doesn’t mean anything,” she whispers just as her slim fingers start working on the button and zipper of my jeans.
I want to tell her that this means everything to me, and that I want us to beusforever. But that is a promise I can’t make. Something deep inside of me prevents me from committing to her, and it makes my heart ache with the knowledge that I will ruin it all for us once again.
Mona, completely unaware of the chaos inside my head, yanks at my jeans. They slide down my hips along with my boxer briefs until my cock is released from its confinement. It bobs up and down a couple of times against her lips, and I hold my breath as I wait to see what she’s going to do next.
My chest fills with disappointment when she pulls back. I swallow hard, words stuck in the back of my throat. Suddenly, everything hurts, and nothing can make it better other than Mona’s touch.
I watch her as she reaches for the bag she placed on the nightstand when we first walked into her bedroom. She opens it and gets the box containing the chocolate cake I brought her. She sinks a finger into it, then runs it across it as frosting gathers in a heap. When she brings it to her lips, I can feel my heart wanting to quit on me.
“Mmm,” she moans. “This is as good as I was hoping.”
She licks her finger clean without taking her eyes off me. The effort it’s taking me not to yank her up and throw her on the bed literally hurts me. Pain radiates up my jaw and into my head as I realize how hard I’m clenching my teeth. But I’d rather hurt than scare her off.
“Your turn now.”
I am so much into my own head that I miss her swiping more chocolate frosting onto her finger. She turns around on her knees until she is back in front of me. My cock jerks in acknowledgement, begging silently for her attention.
“Jesus,” I groan when she wipes her finger against it, leaving behind a long trail of chocolate frosting.
She looks up at me, a smirk forming on her lips. “Just Mona.”
There’s this buzzing noise that takes over my head as if my brain just short-circuited, and my eyes go blurry. I can’t see anything anymore, just feel.
Without hesitation, Mona’s tongue flattens against my cock, and when she lets out a long moan, I can feel it vibrating through my swollen member.
I stare down at the top of her head, unable to process what she’s doing despite feeling it all. As if in slow motion, I wonder what will happen if I lose my balance and fall over. I would most likely get a concussion.
“Oh shit!” I try to jump back when her teeth sink into the sensitive skin of my cock. Mona, with reflexes as good as over, wraps her fingers around the base, effectively holding me in place.
I automatically sink my fingers into her hair, worried that I would crush her if I dropped on top of her. She takes that as an invitation to suck me harder, the tip of her tongue making good work of licking the frosting off me. The harder I squeeze my hands, the harder she goes, as if she takes that as a challenge.
“Yes, baby.” I drop my head back in an effort to focus myself. What she’s doing to me feels too good, and I don’t want it to ever end.
I swear that she can read my thoughts when she brings her hand up and cups my balls just the way she knows I like, with her middle finger extended behind the sack, rubbing it back and forth, each time getting closer to and closer to the hole in the back. It’s a strange feeling, stranger yet because I enjoy it so much.
Suddenly, she stops. Her warm breath is still wrapping around my cock, but she’s not moving. I straighten my head and stare at the wall for a moment, scared that if I look at her, she will just get up from the floor and leave me hanging, literally.
I jump when she squeezes my balls tighter, finally bringing my full attention on her. My gaze drops down, our eyes clashing in challenge. She smirks when I give her what she wants, hercheeks getting hollow as she bops her mouth up and down my cock.
When she releases it from her mouth, I could cry despite both of her hands still being busy down there.
“The best chocolate cake I’ve ever had,” she murmurs. “I’d offer you some to lick off my pussy, but…” She shrugs. “I don’t share.” She squeezes my cock and balls tighter. “What’s mine is only mine.”
I’m pretty sure she’s not referring to the chocolate cake, but I don’t know why she would think that I’d ever step out on her. Because that’s what I’m reading into what she just said.
Mona doesn’t wait for me to respond. Instead, she frees her hands in a very abrupt manner before standing up just as fast. She unhooks her bra, dropping it to the floor without any ceremony. Her panties follow the same route and in the same manner.
My breathing is heavy now. If she won’t let me touch her, I am sure that I will die from lack of oxygen.
Without breaking our eye contact, she reaches for the nightstand and pulls the drawer open. Before long, she brings her hand up, and I notice a condom foil in between her fingers.
Her eyes sparkle in the semi dark room when she yanks the foil open and pulls the condom out. She then takes a couple of steps forward until our toes touch. When she pulls her shoulders back, her engorged nipples make contact with my chest, and I let out a long groan of pleasure mixed with frustration.
Mona chuckles. “Patience.”
