Page 10 of The Best is Yet to Cum

“You don’t have to, baby. It’ll be in Chicago.”

I palmed her breasts, lifting them to my mouth and alternating, flicking each nipple with my tongue. Mona squirmed, and her pussy contracted around me.

“I can’t… I can’t get over… get over how good you make… make me feel,” she praised.

“Lucky for you, our night is just getting started.”

After makingher cum twice in the shower, we bathed and got out. Mona had been quiet, and her mood had shifted.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as we got into bed, and I noticed sadness in her eyes.

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me. C’mere.”

We were in the middle of the king-sized bed, but I wanted her closer. She scooted closer, and I pulled her back against my chest.

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“Turn around and let me see you.”

It was dark in the room, but there was a glimmer of light shining through the openings in the curtains. She hesitated but eventually turned to face me. When she tried to avoid my eyes, I grabbed her chin and made her look at me.

“What?”

“Listen, just because I’m leaving soon doesn’t mean this has to end. Did you forget we live in the same city?”

“I know, but it won’t be the same back in Chicago. Here, it feels like we’re in our own little bubble with no distractions.”

“We can have our own little bubble in Chicago, too, if that’s what you want.”

“We can’t, Clinton. I’m not ready to jump into another relationship right now.”

“What do you want?”

“I need to be alone for a while. I’ve spent more than a decade allowing a man to treat me like shit and determine my worth. I’m not mentally equipped to be in a relationship and have a lot of personal things to work on.”

Although I understood her perspective, her words were unexpected and stung more than I cared to admit. I enjoyed being with her and hoped to continue what we’d started when we returned to Chicago.

“Mona, I appreciate and respect your desire to work on yourself. Hell, we’re all a work in progress. When you’re ready, you got my number.”

“You’re not upset?”

“How could I be upset about you wanting to be a better you? As long as you remember, the best is yet to come. Let’s enjoy our last few hours together.”

Her response was to kiss me, and I followed her lead but didn’t give up complete control. My goal was to dick her down so good that she wouldn’t be able to refrain from calling me. I wanted her fiending for this dick when she returned to Chicago.

When she tore her lips from mine and tried to ease down my body, I stopped her.

“What’s wrong?” I could hear the concern in her voice.

“Sit on my face.”

She moved up, straddling my face as I wrapped my arms around her thighs to lock her in the position. I flattened my tongue and swiped it along her slit, and she immediately began to moan and squirm.

I French kissed her pussy, using my tongue to write my name in cursive repeatedly until I felt her juices dripping down the sides of my face and neck. As she pleaded for me to stop, my tongue dipped and slipped into every crevice, summoning another rush of her nectar to cover my face.

When I released her, she fell to the side, and her legs remained across my chest. I planted soft kisses on the one closest to my lips, causing her to snatch both away from me because her skin was sensitive for a few minutes after she came. After a few moments of recovery, her breathing leveled out.

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