Mona's Honeymoon Fantasy (Delta of Venus Inc.) by Verena Vincent Page B

dick yourself or your job involves collecting samples at a
sperm bank it would be weird if you were an expert in hand-jobs.”
    Mona blushed.
“Oh. I suppose so.” Her brow furrowed. “Is there such a job? Where on Earth
would you go for training for something like that?”
    He laughed. “I’m
pretty sure the guy making the donation takes care of the whole collection
process. But it would make for an interesting class. Monkey Spanking 101. Most
college guys would want to major in it if they could.”
    She wrinkled her
nose at him. “Monkey Spanking? Really? Is that the technical term?”
    He nodded. “Damn
straight. Unless you prefer Slapping the Salami, which is what my buddy called
it.”
    She shook her
head at his ridiculous terminology and then glanced meaningfully down at his
lap.  “Seriously. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
    “Nah. I’m like
Superman.” He nudged her hip with his prominent erection . “Made of steel. At
least when you’re around. Vice-grips probably couldn’t damage it right now so
your delicate fingers couldn’t do much damage,” he added dryly.
    She shifted
slightly and began trailing her hand back down his torso. “You know, I could
try it again. This time I promise not to become so easily distracted.”
    He quickly captured
her wandering hand and placed it back on his chest. His teasing expression
turned molten at the reminder of her enthusiastic grinding session against his
thigh. Shaking his head in wonder he let go of her hand and slowly began
trailing his fingers down her body instead. “You have no idea how sexy that was,
do you? You just forgot completely about what your hand was doing and latched
onto me like you couldn’t wait to get off. I nearly came just watching your
face as you rubbed yourself against me.” His voice lowered to a growl. “You were
so fucking beautiful. All I could think about was how much I wanted to get my
hands on you and see if you were as hot and wet as you felt against my leg.”
    She gazed at him
in shock. “That’s what you were thinking? While I was, well, you know, strangling
you.”
    “Well, until the
pain in my dick became too much to ignore,” he said with a teasing grin. “But
yeah, that’s exactly what I was thinking. I’m still wondering about it. So why
don’t you try to relax and let me satisfy my curiosity?”
    She wanted to protest
and tell him that she’d prefer to receive some pointers in ‘Monkey Spanking.’
Her mouth actually opened to tell him so. But at that precise moment his large,
warm hand reached the apex of her thighs and her lips snapped shut. All
thoughts of protest ceased to exist. Her head dropped down onto his shoulder as
he cupped her mound, gently massaging her through her tiny satin thong.
    Above her head,
she heard him chuckle. “That’s it. Let me make you feel good. This is all about
you. Ok?” He said soothingly as he curled his fingers possessively over her heated
flesh. She nodded against his neck and then gasped as he dipped the tip of one
finger into her slick cleft, retreated, lazily circled her clit a few times and
then returned to penetrate her again. This time he breached her with two broad,
satin-covered fingers and pressed a little deeper. But just for a moment. Then
he was exploring her inner thighs, her hip bones, even her bellybutton didn’t
escape his sensual attention.
    She shifted
restlessly, pressing her suddenly aching breasts against his ribs. Her bra
seemed to be chafing unbearably against her sensitive nipples and her entire
body felt feverishly hot under the light blanket but she didn’t dare push it
off. They needed the camouflage it provided. But whatever he was doing to her
was making her feel like she was about to spontaneously combust.
    Desperate for
some relief from the heat, she reached down and yanked the hem of her silk
blouse out of her waistband and then pushed it up as far as it would go. Now
her stomach and bra were exposed under the blanket. That was