Page 48 of Monk
Monk
To say the night’s been surreal and not what I’m expecting is the understatement of the century. To say that I haven’t enjoyed every last minute of it is outright lie. To be honest, this whole evening’s been filled with laughter and I think I’ve spent more time talking tonight than I have in the last year. It’s not something that’s normal or comfortable for me, but somehow Kasey makes it seem so.
Kasey takes the plate from me and dries it, then sits it on top of the stack on the counter. She plucks the silverware from the strainer and dries it all, then opens and closes the drawers until she finds the one that she’s looking for. She puts them all inside, then closes the drawer, turning to me with a smile. The feeling of domesticity and the ease and comfort growing between us is unreal to me. It’s a heady feeling and I’m not sure what to do with it all yet.
“Where do these go?” she asks, pointing at the plates.
I point to a cabinet above the sink to her right. “Over there.”
Kasey puts them away and closes the cabinet door and turns to me. She’s been very tight-lipped about her reasons for coming home. I get the idea her husband—or soon to be ex, as she refers to him—is a grade A prick. And for the fact that he’s made her unhappy, that he’s caused her pain in her life, makes me want to beat the guy bloody. Maybe I’ll get my chance one day.
Though she’s been relatively open with me about her marriage imploding, I can’t help but feel like there’s more to the story. There’s something she’s not telling me. I’ve always been able to read her—or at least, I was. Time has maybe dulled that ability, but I am certain that whatever she’s not telling me is significant—and it terrifies her.
“I should probably get going. I can’t believe how late it’s gotten,” she says.
“Time flies,” I say with a shrug.
“I guess so.”
“Thanks for helping me clean up.”
She smiles at me. “Thank you for such a wonderful meal and an evening that’s been unexpectedly… nice.”
“It has been nice,” I say and mean it.
I walk her toward the door, and we stand a few feet apart in the entryway, our gazes locked. I see a reluctance to leave in her eyes. The air between us crackles with a tension, or perhaps a sense of expectation. My throat is dry, and my heart skips a beat or two as I stare into her eyes.
“I-I should go,” she says, her voice soft.
“Yeah. You said that.”
The air grows thicker and more charged with an electricity that’s undeniable. Before either of us can stop to question anything further, I step forward and press her hard against the wall, my mouth finding hers. Kasey leans into me, her tongue swirling languidly around mine.
I slip my hands under her shirt, the feeling of her soft, supple skin beneath my fingers stirring something within me. A soft moan spills from her lips as I trace a line of kisses down her neck, then give her collarbone a nip. She moves against me, her body soft and yet firm at the same time, making me stiffen in my jeans.
Our mouths crash together, and Kasey is pulling at my t-shirt, clawing at me like a woman desperate to be touched. Her mouth is on my neck, licking and biting as she grinds her hips against me. My groan is low and deep as she reaches down and takes hold of my cock through jeans. Her grip is tight as she squeezes me, stroking me through my jeans.
My fingers are deft and nimble as I quickly unbutton her shirt. I push it off her shoulders and it falls into a puddle on the floor at our feet. Her bra goes next and before it ever hits the floor, I’m already working on her jeans.
“This is probably a horrible idea,” she gasps.
“Yeah. Terrible.”
She kicks off her tennis shoes and then I push her pants down, her panties going along with them. Kasey kicks them aside and I quickly fall to my knees before her. I run my hands up her thighs, feeling her skin quiver beneath my touch. My eyes travel the length of her body as I dot a line of kisses along her waist. Her alabaster-colored skin is as smooth and flawless as it was back in high school, but the swell of her breasts and curve of her hips are definitely all woman.
Kasey looks down at me, she bites her bottom lip in uncertainty. Not wanting to give her time to reconsider this, I grab her leg and put it up on my shoulder, then lean forward and bury my face between her thighs. She lets out a soft whimper as I run the tip of my tongue along her wet, swollen lips. And when I give her clit a gentle nip with my teeth, her cry is loud and throaty.
The memory of the last time we were together fills my mind for some reason as I lap at her wetness, savoring the taste of her on my tongue. Kasey grips my hair and pulls hard on it as I drive my tongue between her slick folds. Her juices roll down my chin as I lick at her furiously. Kasey’s groan is long and sultry as I plunge two fingers deep inside of her.
I move my fingers inside of her as I suck on her clit. Kasey trembles as her breath quickens, and the muscles in her body tense. I slide my tongue back inside of her, teasing her clit with my fingers instead. Kasey’s grip on my hair tightens and she grinds herself against my mouth and I lick and lap at her furiously.
Kasey’s breathing is ragged and there’s a half-crazed smile on her face. She’s pulling my hair so hard, I’m pretty sure she’s going to tear a chunk of it out by the root. I remember that she never was tame when it came to sex and like me, she enjoyed things a little on the rougher side. It was one reason why sex between us was always so good.
Kasey presses her hard back against the wall, her cry long and shaky as she cums. I keep lapping at her and she twitches, her muscles eventually loosening as her orgasm fades, and she looks down at me, a light of desire burning bright in her eyes.
“Take off your pants,” she orders, her voice low and husky.
I quickly take my boots off and the pants soon follow. Before I even have them off, Kasey is on her knees, gripping my cock tightly with one hand as she swirls her tongue around the tip. I groan as she teases that spot under the head with the tip of her tongue, licking at it furiously and sending shockwaves of sensation through my body.
