What a mighty fine husband he will be.
She shifted past him and jogged up the few steps to unlock the door.
“Mona, do you want me to go? Are we gonna talk about this? Is it over before it began? What’s going on?” he said behind her.
Pushing the door open, she leaned against it and beckoned him with a bend of her finger. “Come make love to me, Anson Tyler,” she said softly, before she began to unbutton her shirt as she entered the house. She turned on the lights in the house as she moved through it.
Mona barely made it a few steps into her bedroom before she felt the air of the door being closed and then Anson’s arms around her, pulling her body back against his. She gasped and raised her arms to massage his shoulders and neck as he planted hot kisses along the side of her face. Then he pressed his hands against her belly and drew them up to cup her breasts in the red lace brassiere she wore.
“Mona,” he said deeply.
She arched her back as his fingers lightly stroked her nipples. She lowered the demicups. “Yes, Anson,” she sighed, as she floated on the waves he created.
He lifted her up from behind and lowered one hand to undo the button of her jeans before working them down her hips and thighs to fall to the floor.
She bent her legs, locking each foot behind his thighs as he dragged his fingers across the red lace of her low-slung bikini before pulling it to the side to massage her plump mound. His middle finger stroked her throbbing clit. The combination of his touches on her nipple and her clit made Mona shiver and cry out as she lay her head back on his shoulder.
“Look, Mona. In the mirror,” he whispered against her neck.
She raised her head as he turned so that they faced the wide, full-length mirror braced against the wall next to her closet door. “Looks good,” she admitted in a soft voice.
In her face she could clearly see the desire he stoked in her. Her eyes were half closed with her curly hair gone wild and surrounding their faces. She looked on as he continued to touch her. Stroke her. Tease her. Never had she felt so sexy than she did in that moment. And knowing their future, believing in what was meant to be, she felt a heightened sense of their passion. The love to come.
She blinked away emotional tears and lowered her hands to cover each of his, gripping them as he pleasured her.
He added the deep sucking of her neck right where her pulse pounded and she felt dizzy with desire for him, arching her hips in tiny moves against his ingenious fingers. “Damn,” he swore.
With her eyes locked on them in the mirror, Mona gently broke his hold on her and slid to the floor to move around him. She brought her hands from behind him to pull his sleeveless T-shirt over his head, exposing the sexy contours of his body. Tracing the grooves of his abs to reach the rims of the red basketball shorts and black boxers he wore, she hitched one side down to expose first one hip. Then the other. Then the first soft tendrils of jet black hair. Then the bush surrounding the thick base of his dick.
Looking around him at his reflection, she moaned in the back of her throat and licked her lips as one last jerk brought the shorts down, momentarily caught on his erection, before falling to his thighs. She wrapped both hands around his hardness and smiled wickedly as he dropped his head back and released a deep groan from well within him.
She felt his buttocks clench and release as he thrust his hips forward, sending his dick sliding inside the sheath she created with her hands. It was sexy as shit and she was mesmerized as she watched his reflection and enjoyed the feel of her taut nipples lightly touching his strong back.
Mona brought her hands down to massage the smooth and shiny tip with her thumb as she pulled downward on him. Milking him.
He bit his bottom lip and grimaced in sweet pleasure. “You gonna make me nut,” he admitted thickly.
“I don’t want that,” she said huskily, reluctantly freeing him. “Not yet.”
She came back around him.
They looked at each other intently. An unseen energy floated around them. Pulsed between them. Left them breathless.
Slowly they reached for each other and at the points where fingers met flesh there were tiny shocks like static. They both moaned as they held each other close and enjoyed the feel of their warm bodies pressed together. Her softness to his hardness.
“Kiss me,” he demanded softly.
Mona rose up on her toes and offered him her mouth as her eyes drifted closed.
The uniting of their lips and tongues was passion and fire and the perfect expression of everything they both felt in that moment. Slow and sensual. It was profound. It was deep. It was more than the physical. It seemed even beyond the spiritual. It was everything. All things.
Anson’s heart pounded in his chest and his body was tingling with so much awareness that he was dizzy. But he didn’t want it to stop. Never would he want it to stop.
Slowly massaging the sides of her plush breasts and then her hips, he brought his hand around to knead her soft buttocks with his fingertips as she sucked the tip of his tongue. His dick hardened against where it was sandwiched between their bellies. He was consumed with a need to be inside her. Deeply.
He backed up until he felt the bed against the back of his thighs. Turning, he lowered her onto the bed under the weight of his body as she stroked his back and buttocks while she spread her legs wide. He shifted down to suck one nipple into his mouth as he stroked her thigh and eased one leg up on the crook of his bent arm. Using his hips he guided his dick to her core, sliding it across her slickly wet clit as he looked down into her face, enjoying the way she freely displayed her passion. “I want you, Mona,” he said thickly, seconds before he reclaimed her mouth and plunged his dick inside her with one swift thrust of his hips.
They both broke their kiss and gasped in the intimate space between their open mouths. They looked at each other before they kissed again, just as Anson began to stroke deep within her, loving the feel of her walls tightly grasping him as he tried to ease every inch of himself within her until the soft hairs surrounding his shaft touched her clean-shaven mound.
He worshipped her body with his thrusts and his words as he dug his hands into her hair and gripped the curls tightly to tilt her head back and expose the length of her smooth neck to his bites, his licks, and his kisses.
Mona dug her fingers into his buttocks and worked her hips in perfect unison with him as she cried out from the feel of his tongue against her tongue. It pounded wildly, echoing the beat of her heart. “Anson,” she cried out with each thrust that united them until she couldn’t know where he began and she ended.
It was perfection. Complete and total perfection.
She reached for his face and held it tightly in her grasp as she lifted her head to hotly lick at his lips like a cat to milk. “You surprised me,” she said in the heat between them. “I wanted to come to you.”
Anson’s eyes glazed over as he looked down at her intently. “Just come for me,” he said thickly.
Mona gasped and nodded as his thrusts deepened and he sped up just enough to make her do just that. She cried out and arched her back as she came for him endlessly. She knew when his body stiffened as he fought to stroke through his own release that she was not falling through the bliss alone.
Neither had felt so much chemistry and passion in their lives. Never. And in that moment they both knew that what they’d experienced was a fusion created by just them. Their synergy. Never to be replicated or duplicated with anyone.
Mona lay on her belly on the bed as Anson sat and drew soft circles across her buttocks and back. She turned her head to press a kiss to the side of his buttocks before closing her eyes again with a smile. In the hour that had passed they said nothing. Nothing was needed. The silence and the afterglow of what they just shared was enough. They were pleased. They were sated. They were together.
That was all. And it was enough.
Mona bit Anson’s bottom lip as she rode his dick slowly and with purpose as they swun
g on her front porch naked as the day they were born. It was three in the morning and while they both hoped no car happened by on the secluded road, neither cared in that moment. Not one damn bit.
Anson lay there with Mona’s body atop his as she slept. He stroked her hair and pulled the sheet up higher on her body. She lightly snored in her sleep and that made him chuckle. And in the moment just before he joined her in sleep, he placed a kiss to her forehead and slid his good hand on her lower back in that deep curve just before her bottom flourished into the soft mounds that were pure perfection to him.
The shower spray beat against his head and strong back from his spot kneeling with plastic sleeves protecting his injuries. He held Mona’s lips open and licked at her clit with the tip of his tongue with her leg up on his shoulder exposing her sweet pleasure to him. He sucked it deeply between his lips and loved the jerk of her hips against his mouth. He didn’t let up and soon she was quivering and giving his tongue and lips its own shower.
Mona eyed Anson as she sat across from him in her kitchen in nothing but a T-shirt and her fluffy slippers with her hair still damply curled from their shower. She playfully licked her tongue out at him as he took a sip of coffee with his eyes locked on her above the rim. She used her foot to kick and loosen the knot holding the towel around his waist. It opened and exposed his now limp tool lying across his thigh looking as exhausted as it should after the night they shared.
He caught her foot and lifted it high to sit on his shoulder as he kissed her calf.
Mona pressed her free foot onto the edge of the chair and spread her leg, exposing her core to him with a slow arch of her eyebrow. Never breaking their stare, she reached down and dragged her middle finger up the length of her core and then sucked it.
Anson swiped her foot from his shoulder and stood up, bringing his now erect dick to her eye level.
Bringing her buttocks to the edge of the chair with her eyebrow still arched, she opened her mouth wide and covered the tip of him with her lips.
Mona looked over at Anson sitting on the other end of her sofa and smiled at his head tilted back with his mouth wide open as he slept. They both had decided to get dressed and get some work done, but the papers in his slackening grip were about to hit the floor and his iPad was teetering as well.
Pushing her bright pink spectacles up atop her hair, she eased up off the couch and plucked his papers and iPad from him and put them on the ottoman beside his briefcase. She sat back down and lifted his injured foot up onto the couch beside her. He shifted in his sleep with a soft smack of his lips.
With a shake of her head, she knocked her specs down on her nose with her index finger and went back to work.
Bzzzzz.
Mona and Anson both reached for their iPhones from where they sat at the island, now in his kitchen, dining on the grilled lamb chops and salad he made for their dinner.
They paused and eyed each other.
Bzzzzzz.
They both drew their hand away and continued with their dinner, completely lost in their own little world.
The images from Love and Basketball on the hundred-foot screen of Anson’s media room illuminated their naked bodies as he and Mona paid the movie no mind. Anson sat on the floor with his legs open wide as Mona sat astride him backward with her legs atop his. Her upper body bent to the floor in the space between his legs. As she circled her hips in a slow motion he gripped her hair, pulling her head back.
The movie ended, casting them in darkness, but they had only just begun.
“Back to the real world,” Anson said as he stroked the tendrils at Mona’s nape before pressing a kiss to her forehead.
Mona tugged on his blazer where she held it with her arms wrapped around him. “I’ll see you at five, Anson,” she said. They had ridden to Walterboro together.
Someone cleared his throat.
They both looked over at Malik walking up to them. He waited by the locked door to the offices of Modern Day Cupid trying not to look surprised to see them together.
“Welcome back, Miss Ballinger,” he said. “Morning, boss man.”
They both smiled and shared one last kiss that deepened with ease.
Mona reached out her arm and let the keys dangle from her fingers.
Malik wordlessly took them.
The smoke alarms wailed as Mona sat the pan of what was supposed to be seared fish on the butcher block of her kitchen counter. The smoke was thick and pungent and the fish was as black as midnight with no moon. She fanned it with her oven mitt and rushed to open the back door and the window over the sink.
The alarm was unrelenting.
Anson limped into the kitchen and reached up to remove the cover of the alarm and pull the battery free before he turned to walk back out. “Pizza will be here in a few,” he said over his shoulder.
“In a few? But I just burned this,” she said to his back.
“I called time of death on that fish ten minutes ago, babe.”
She tossed the oven mitt at the back of his head and punched the air in victory when it hit him squarely.
“See, isn’t it fun being naked for no reason at all?” Mona asked as she strolled from the bar with her glass of wine in one hand and his snifter of brandy in the other.
Anson eyed her from his spot in his favorite leather recliner. “I can make it even more fun in less than a five count. Please believe me,” he said with bravado.
She gave him his drink with a jiggle of her boob and then turned to give him a wiggle of her buttocks before reclaiming her seat on the sofa to watch the evening news.
“Big bro, I’m home,” Hunter called out.
“Oh, shit,” Anson and Mona swore in unison.
“Don’t you believe in throws?” Mona asked, frantically looking around the room as she covered her breasts with one arm and the V between her thighs with the other.
Anson limped over to shield her with his body. He didn’t make it there fast enough.
“Where you at, bro?” Hunter called just before he stood in the doorway.
His eyes widened and he turned around. “So . . . that just happened,” he said dryly. “Let’s . . . uh . . . let’s not let it happen again.”
They remained frozen in place as Hunter left them alone.
“Umm, Mona, you and your sisters . . . do you look alike everywhere?” he called back into the room.
“Hunter,” Anson snapped.
“Sorry, bro. But that was a compliment,” he called.
Mona giggled and Anson glared at her.
She knew Naked Day was suspended indefinitely.
Mona sighed and sank down deeper beneath the depth of the scented bath water until her chin was covered in bubbles. “This last week with you has been amazing,” she sighed as he massaged her feet where they sat in his lap on the other side of the clawfoot whirlpool tub as he draped his cast-covered foot over the side.
“I agree,” he said, tilting his head to the side to eye a small tattoo of a heart on her inner ankle. “How many tattoos do you have?”
“Just three,” she said, wiggling her foot for him to continue his spoiling. “Why?”
“I just discovered the last one I haven’t seen,” he said.
They fell silent.
“Is this gonna last?” she asked suddenly, opening her eyes to gaze across the short span at him. “I mean, is it always going to be nice and fuzzy and cozy?”
“As long as we want it to,” he said, meeting her stare.
“Promise me we will work to keep it like this,” she said.
“I promise.”
She eased her foot from his grasp and lifted her legs high in the air before opening them to bend each one over the edge of the tub. Gripping the sides, she slid forward between his legs. She gasped as he sought and found her sweet center beneath the bubbles. Letting her head drift back, her grip on the tub tightened as he slid his middle finger inside her and twisted his hand to stroke her sides with it. “One more,” she gasped hotly, sp
reading her legs wider as he slid another finger inside her and stroked her G-spot.
She freed one hand from the tub to grip the back of his neck as she leaned forward to suck his bottom lip. “That shit feels so good,” she swore in a hot whisper.
“You like it?” he asked.
She nodded and licked her bottom lip.
“You love it?”
“Yes,” she gasped, closing her eyes.
Anson grabbed both her legs and put them on his shoulders before he lifted her by her ass and slid her down onto his dick to surround him tightly. He smiled before he took a breath and slid down under the water, straightening his body and causing the final few inches of his dick to rise into her.
Mona gasped and gripped the tub as she rode him like he was her lifeline. Back and forth with a steady one-two thrust that was hot. Back and forth. Back and forth. Faster and faster as she felt her nut rising. Beneath the water he sucked at her nipples and grabbed her buttocks with his good hand to slam her down against him, sending water carelessly splashing over the sides. She lost it completely.
Hoarsely crying out, she pounded the tub with her fist as she came with a thunderous force that made her fear she wouldn’t make it through it alive.
He emerged from the water, sending it over the sides, as he rested his head back against the edge of the tub and cried out with his own release.
Spent and exhausted, Mona fought through her sex fatigue and repositioned herself to ride him until he was soft inside her.
“Just like this?” she asked, referring to her earlier question.
“I promise,” he swore, barely able to speak.
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