I jump when she touches my cock again, and I can’t take it anymore; the teasing is too much. I lower myself to her level and wrap a hand around her neck, causing her to come up on her tippy toes. My thumb rubs up and down the sensitive line of her jaw, and seeing how delicate her bone structure is against my much larger hand brings me a whole new level of pleasure.
The control I seemingly have over her is giving me a false sense of security, which is why I completely miss Mona moving her arms around until I feel her fingers wrapping around my cock again. This time, she presses the condom over the tip and rolls the latex down until it reaches the base.
With sure movements, she wraps one hand around my wrist just as my fingers flex around her throat. She then uses her other hand to touch my free one. There’s challenge in her eyes when she bring it up and pushes it in between her legs.
I flex my fingers around her throat again, careful not to squeeze too hard but completely removed from reality. Mona seems to be in the same boat as me now, the challenge in her eyes from before now having turned into desire. She wants me as much as I want her, and that’s all I need to know.
“I want you now,” she whispers. “I won’t beg,” she warns. Her tone is soft despite the strong message in her words.
The hand I have in between her legs starts moving of its own accord, searching for the heat that calls to me like a siren. I bend my head until our lips barely touch, and she parts hers in anticipation.
“I only ever want you,” I growl into her mouth right before taking it into a deep kiss.
I kiss her like the world my end if I don’t. The hand in between her legs continues moving, and I show her what a great multitasker I can be when I walk her back the few necessary steps until the back of her legs makes contact with the bed. I never stop touching her as I push her down until she is on her back.
Our kiss gives me life. I haven’t felt alive since I broke up with her. I don’t want to feel like that again.
THIRTEEN
Mona
This is a mistake.
The thought echoes around in my head, but it doesn’t do anything to prevent what is about to happen between me and Alex.
I reach up and wrap my fingers around his wrist. The hand he has wrapped around my throat cups me in the most perfect way. He’s always had this more dominant side, which I’ve enjoyed and taken advantage of. But tonight is different. It will be me calling all the shots. By the desperate look I recognize in his eyes, I know he won’t fight me on it.
When I squeeze my fingers harder around his wrist and try to pull it away, he gets the message and lets go. I then turn around to face the bed. With slow movements, I lift one leg and then the other, positioning myself with my backside to him at the tightangle where all he has to do is take one more step and he can enter me.
Anticipation is killing me, especially when he doesn’t move as quickly as I was expecting him to. As I rest on my hands and knees, ready for him to take me, I glance over my shoulder. Alex is frozen next to the bed, his eyes dilated. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was high, but that is one thing he would never completely lose, control of mind.
The corner of my lips raises in a smirk. “What are you waiting for?”
I sound like I am teasing him, but the small shake in my voice betrays my nerves. I should’ve never let him in because I knew from the second I opened the door that it wouldn’t lead to anything good. I don’t want to play this game with him again despite how much I always want him. I love him. But I will not let him ruin me like this anymore.
“Are you scared?” I tease, projecting my own fears with the question.
Alex’s eyes drop to the spot in between my legs that is now soaked. I am so turned on, my internal muscles spasm in anticipation. When he finally moves to get closer, I let out a silent sigh of relief.
The hunger etched onto his features cause a small whimper to escape my lips. That’s when his eyes snap back to my face, and I am not even sure it registers in his head that we’re not together anymore.
My thighs are soaked as wetness gushes out of me. In all the years we’ve been together, I don’t remember ever feeling this way. I am at the point where if he doesn’t do something about it right now, I will either take the matters into my own hands, or I will explode.
My mouth and back of my throat are dry, and I am close to chocking when I swallow. The buzzing in my head makes me think that I may be as out of it as Alex looks.
“Oh my God!”
I jump while my arms almost give out when his hand makes contact with my right buttock. Then left, then right again. He goes back and forth until I burn from inside out and my backside is completely numb. The juices continue flowing from out of me like never before, and I scream when he suddenly stops.
I am close to begging him not to stop when I finally feel the tip of his cock entering me from behind. With absolutely no friction to stop him, it slides right it, only stopping when he reaches my cervix. There’s a sharp pain at the contact, but it goes away as fast as it came.
When I throw my head back, Alex’s hand wraps around my hair while his other one clenches its fingers around my hip, hard enough to bruise.
“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs. Or at least that’s what I want to believe he says while he starts pounding into me with so much force, that my knees slide forward onto the soft bedding underneath.
His hips slam into me as he slides in and out while the hand on my hip digs into me hard to hold me in place. The grunts coming out of him further ignite the fire inside of me, and I want him to feel as lost as I do.
Pushing my knees harder into the mattress, I clench my fingers into the bedding and start pressing back. I meet his thrusting as my buttocks slam into his groin with each push and pull.
