In that split second, he slouched me on the bed and my legs wide opened before his attractive black and blue eyes. I bite my lower lip in desperation, and craved for more. I wanted him. Yeah, him. My obsession. My James. He gripped onto my hair and pulled me up, and with in seconds, he started grazing every nerve in my body and my brain electrified. It's the anticipation of being together in a way that's more than words, in a way that's so completely touching. He then stepped up his game once more and blithely knocked his cock over my clit. My heart raced, I'm wet, still very wet, that, slippery fluids covered my core. He began to kiss my lips smoothly, softly, and his butterfly kisses left me in lingerie. I brushed through his hair and wrapped my arms around his shoulder.
The beautiful moment intensified and that set me amazed. We kissed and kissed a thousand more times till there wasn't any left. He paused and stared at me. I was a mess, total mess with a wrecked hair. He slumped me to bed and trailed my forehead with fruit fly kisses, streaming down my neck, jawline, collarbone, and breast. He stopped and choked onto my left nipple, sucking it so gently and passionately that I made soft noises. He strolled down and down leaving butterflies on my stomach. He breathe and every breath sent quakes down my spine and made me moan so softly. He swirled his tongue right around the spot so gently and I was left in an awe, the inferno between us was mind staggering. I led out a loud groan as he slipped his tongue in and out licking my clit like ice cream. "Ahh, James! James!" He rubbed, sucked and licked, and that set my soul on fire. I was no longer on planet earth but Pluto! I smothered my hands in his hair and urged him to do more. "Ahh, yes, yes, oooh James."
The incessant noise was like an earthquake. He pulled out his tongue and I gazed at him whisking his dick. It wasn't hard just yet! I bent my knees on the bed and tossed closer to the edge of it. I yanked his black cock in my warm mouth and gave his cold dick a loop blowjob. Ouch, round two was just thrilling! He squirmed and led out a reverberant moan, and from the pout of it, he was certainly in another world. "Mo-Mona, Ahh, Mona!" All you could hear again and again in the room was tumultuous breathing. At that moment he turned to a beautician. He tightly held onto my hair and lowly whispered in my ears. "You're irresistible." Of course I am. My, I jerked, choked and sucked him till his enormous cock jounced and stood at full sight. He was now ready for action. He smirked and pushed me back on the bed and I sinked into the pillows before swaying around. He arched my back and spanked my buttocks. I thought it was doggy or 69, but instead it was a 'sleep fuck'. He roughly placed his dick in pussy and I yelled. He moved up and down, stroking his penis faster and faster against my wetness. His movement made me want to continue screaming and ripped his skin into bits and pieces. Both of my hands tightly clutched onto his ass like my life depended on it. His hands clenched onto my ass and he squeezed it as I moved.
"Yeah, yeah, ohhh, like that."
"Ahhh, God, J-James!"
"Er, er, ooo, yeah, right there."
"Mo-Mona!"
"Fuck me! Yes, yes, yes!"
We grabbed asses once we were nearing the peak of our erection and rode against each other, tirelessly. The echoes in the room was astounding. We were both squirming, unable to stop. I was so wet. I heard the fluids from my pussy make sounds. I am sure he heard it too. He drew me closer to his chest. And I managed to put my legs down, press them together around his penis. I felt tight as his erection rubbed my clit. And at that point, he took all of me, and I savored every inch of it. Honestly, I never wanted to let him go. Not now. Not ever!
We held our horses and once the party was all over, the both of us sighed, and had light smiles on our faces. Inside and out, I was bigly mishmash and covered with tons of sperm. I couldn't go home before anyone or my Mom like that. I needed to tidy. I went into the bath tub, sliding into the water, letting it block out the sounds around me. I wish the tub would expand so I could go swimming, like I did during the hot summer back in Costa Rica. That cost an arm and a leg, but well, it would have been even fascinating on the overall alone. Alas, the honeymoon wasn't anything special because that was a last straw with an old jerk of a husband before he was sent to 20 years imprisonment. I scrubbed my vagina and locked contact straightly into the black and blue eyes of James. My obsession. The man I have adored. The pressure of the water poured into the sink at the speed of light, and James was still naked. I twitched at his dick and it was still alive, kicking as if he wanted to give more. He sprinkled water on his face and watched the sweat off. He smirked and what I thought would have ended up all square and stunning, happy ever after, showed up otherwise. Yeah, I squashed him, maybe I overdid it, but I had never imagined that Wednesday to be that awkward. We sealed the 'perfect date' in arguments.
From the moments I spent with him, I knew he wasn't the usual smiling type, but. One minute he had light smirks on his face and another his mood suddenly changed. James was never less than aggressive and pompous. Hell yeah, he's smart and successful. Uh-uh. And surely, without that arrogance, maybe a very 'good husband' would have been better words. He had been brought up with a belief that he was superior to everyone else by virtue of his birth. Perhaps without that he could have been handsome, heroic even, but that sneer might make him the ugliest damn thing anyone in Disney land had ever seen. You can judge or call me crazy or whore for all you want. I meant to say, yes, he is completely dashing and all that, but that arrogance would have scared the fuck out of you. Regardless of the attributes, I cared less and was in love with the man so much. I wanted him to be mine. Mine only. I wanted us to have officiated things and start something absolutely new. Astounding. Something totally different. Unfortunately, it wasn't the case with him, when I had pulled out the question of out of the box.
"You're terribly handsome and throbbed my pants the minute I saw you. But I never thought of you having such a huge black cock you know? You proved me wrong. That was so damn freaking hot!" I confidently uttered with light smirks on my face. I swam deeper into the water rating his sex up to the eights.
"Yeah, so hot. You were irresistible and worked me out beyond expectations." He chuckled and breathed. "You must have an ocean between those legs of yours? For real, that was awesome."
He winked his left eye and rinsed his mouth with the pouring water before hurling the tower from the towel bar to wipe the water off his face.
"S-so am I the first?" I muffled and asked in doubts.
He giggled. "Huh? Maybe the twentieth."
"That's a blatant lie!" I yawped. "If so, you must have screwed a whole lot of whores."
He tee-hee. "And you must be one of them?"
"I don't think so. And the papers? What's with them that brand you as edible bachelor?"
"They write what they want to write. You know, the papers always want to heightened their sales so that people like you would buy them." James scoffed.
Huh? Wait.
"So does that mean you're far from being titled the city's edible bachelor?" I interrogated widening my eyes in surprised.
He bit his lower lip and seemed to locate a befitting reply. I gazed at the man at full attention and his black cock was still hard. I craved to bang him again for the third time, but nah, I have got to hold my horses. Still, hearing him speak so cockily sent deep quakes down my spine and stirred all of my inner self. No, no, Mona. Be calm. You have got to divert your focus.
"And what do you think? That I am?" He shrugged.
"Hey, you meant so?" I pouted serious.
And changed the subject.
"What?!"
"That I am irresistible?"
"Yeah, honestly. You are."
He watered his mouth once more and washed it. He furrowed his brows and kept his gapes directly into mine as he walked closer to me handing me a clean white towel from the towel bar. I clenched onto the towel in my grasp and wiped my skin blithely. He watched me do it slowly as he gawked at my vagina teasingly.
"And about us?" I asked with light smirk that curved my lips.
"What us? Look, there's no such thing here as us. It's a one night thing of fascinating ecstasy and we are done! D-O-N-E."
"And the sex? Did it mean nothing to you?"
I sashayed out of the bathtub and swing him in the opposite direction.
Yet he kept quiet.
"You can't talk to me like that. You're wrong to do this to me. I gave you my body and this is how you're going to treat me? James, please. Give us a chance please. I want you to be mine. I love you and it's the reason I gave my body to you in the first place." I rolled my eyes and pleaded, begging him as tears sat an inch below away my eyes.
"Mona!" He in return yelped and paused. "Like I said, consider it done. Us never happened. There is no special bond between us and there can never be one."
His fist twitched. He frowned and his heart raced and pounded with brewing anger. Every breath he took and beat his heart made, pierced into my skin. Every god-awful word he had uttered pained me to the throat and slipped through my boiling veins. My jaws clenched, knuckles griped, and muscles bursted opened. Yes, I squashed him, and maybe changed to a whore for him since the day we met, but, after a mind-blowing sex with the guy I love and laid my vagina, I never expected him to utter those atrocious words right in my face.
I was hurt, furious, devastated, and left completely shattered.
******
I bounced out of my reflections and came back to Mother Earth. The mirror on the wall was enough to see the tears that streamed down my eyes. I judged myself whether I should go in that damn room and rip his clothes off him, bounced on his black cock, but well, I was confused. I'm now James's aunt married to a clown of an old man that is still inside of hell. Over and over the thought of reviewing everything else in my head tormented me and threw me in deep agony. I love a man that resent me with actions. Is it pride? Guilt? Or is it because I'm obsessed?
Either ways you know I'm obsessed and I love this guy. My James. My obsession. He's mine and can't be anyone else's.
Well.
Tonight is the night that I must clang him like I did and makeup for all those failed attempts.