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Good. As much as Monica has annoyed me over the years, I’ve always silently admired that fiery look on her face.
I expect her to fight her way free from my hands, but she doesn't. It feels out of character for her, but then again, this is out of character for me.
"What are—" she begins, but I don't let her finish as I bend my head down and crush a kiss to her lips.
Hot. Wet. Demanding.
At first, Monica’s mouth doesn’t reciprocate, and I’m scared she’s going to pull back and shove me away. I’m surprised and elated when she finally matches my ministrations.
The kiss is fast and rough. Mouths fighting for dominance, teeth clashing, tongues searching for something to taste. It’s heady and has been sorely missed.
Though I don’t necessarily intend for things to go further, when our movements cause Monica’s towel to fall to the floor between us, neither of us stops the kiss to put it back in place.
Instead, her hands creep onto my waist, gripping the bottom of my t-shirt. I know what it is she wants. And I hate to admit that I want it, too.
I remove my hand from her chin so that I can take off my T-shirt. We have to break away to do it, and I fear it may be a sobering moment. But it’s not. Monica keeps her eyes locked on me as she catches her breath. Instead of trying to stop, she looks at me expectantly.
The throbbing of my cock, which hasn’t been touched by anyone other than myself in months, turns painful, telling me that I don’t have it in me to stop.
“Are you sure?” I whisper as my hands reach for the waistband of my sweatpants, pausing as I wait for her answer.
While it’s only a few seconds, it feels like an eternity before she gives me a simple nod.
It’s all I need.
I pull down my sweatpants and boxers in one fell swoop, leaving us both completely bare to each other. We don’t wait long to join our lips again, each of us savoring the feel of having someone else caress our body.
Our hands try to find purchase on each other’s bodies, but they keep moving around, trying to feel every part of the other.
Even though I’m sure that Monica, like me, knows just how wrong this is, she must feel the heat pulsing between us, telling her to throw that out of her mind for the moment and just feel.
She presses against my chest until my knees hit the edge of a plush chair, forcing me to collapse onto it. Sitting back, I take deep breaths as I stare up at her from where she stands in front of me, my hands cruising to her hips and gently pulling her down.
Yeah, she’s definitely a woman now.
She eagerly descends onto my lap, the feeling of her warm slit brushing over me. The sensation causes my eyes to flutter, anticipating when she’ll finally engulf me. I fill my hands with her soft, tempting breasts, taking a hard nipple into my mouth. My blood simmers as a throaty moan escapes her, a shudder rolling through her.
Her hand reaches down between us, grabbing onto my cock as she works to position it against her entrance. She’s so slick, it only takes a few moments before finally, my tip slips into her tight channel.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, as I feel her slowly lower herself onto me until she’s settled against my lap, my cock fully seated inside of her.
As much as I’d love to savor the moment, I feel insatiable, and all I want to do is ravage her.
Placing my hands on her hips, I work to help her move up and down on me, canting my hips to meet each of her thrusts. As we get used to a rhythm, I begin to speed up, the noise of our skin slapping against each other the only sound filling the room.
The expression on Monica’s face is focused as she chases her pleasure. Each of her thrusts is measured, and I can tell whenever I hit that perfect spot inside of her, the expression on her face shifting to euphoric pleasure.
Neither of us is worried that at any moment a family member could walk in looking for the two of us, only to find us naked and writhing against each other.
It’s worth it, a point made clear to me as Monica clenches around me, bringing on my own release.
CHAPTER5
MONICA
For a moment, I feel like I'm soaring through the air, pleasure coursing through my body and reverberating through my extremities. But like all things that take flight, I have to come back down. And when I do, I land hard.
I never thought I was the type of person to let my body lead me to bad decisions, but somehow, that's exactly where I've ended up, making the worst decision possible.
