He took extra care with her as though she was a china doll. Then the assault on her lips resumed, but this time she could feel his passion fueling hers. He then made his way to her neck, biting the licking her pulse point before continuing to his destination. The fire that was raging between Monáe's legs needed to be put out and quickly. She needed him to make his way to the valley between her legs or else she was going to go insane. As if he could read her mind, he pulled the tie to her robe, making it fall gracefully to the ground. Lust made itself apparent once again in his eyes as he lowered his head towards her breasts. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, prepared to feel his soft lips surrounding her nipple, but was once again surprised when he buried his head between them. Monáe opened her eyes and looked down at her mysterious lover, smirking at how comfortable he looked. It was almost as if he reveled in the satin-like feel of her breasts. But as much as she liked it, there was a fire that wanted, no, needed to be sated. She came back to reality when she felt his lips continue their searing path towards her stomach where he traced around her navel before dipping his tongue inside. Monáe giggled before releasing a breathless sigh as his cool breath caressed her stomach. Finally making it to his destination, he surprised her again by leaning down and inhaling her scent. If she was running a stream, that alone had her gushing a waterfall.
"Please taste me." The sound of her g-string ripping brought a Cheshire cat like grin to her face and she couldn't help but think of all the nasty things he would do to her with that spectacular tongue. She held her breath as he made the first painstakingly slow stroke of her clit. Up and down in torturously slow motions. Now Monáe was all for making it last, but this time around she wanted it hard and fast. As if sensing her discomfort, his strokes increased and became more demanding. His expert tongue finally dipped inside to taste her sugar walls, swishing around until he had licked her clean. Obviously it didn't help because all it did was make her wetter. By then she was breathless and begging for more. "Oh God…don't stop…I need..."
Lifting his head, he looked her in her eyes as he continued the task at hand. "What is it that you need?" Sadly, she couldn't tell him, as the pleasure she was experiencing was affecting her speech. Grinning, he increased his efforts by lifting her up just enough so he could put his hands on the round globes of her ass. Urgently but gently at the same time, he began to knead the supple flesh. He silently wished that he had told her his name but at the time he felt it more important to let his body tell the story that he wanted her to hear. Her silent pleas brought him back to the predicament at hand.
"What is it that you want? What is it that you need? I ache to please your body."
With the last thought that she could form, she uttered, "I need to feel you inside me." Smirking, he leaned down to whisper, "Your wish is my command."
He stood up to pull his pants off and before she knew it he had shed his pants. Slowly but seductively, he crawled up her body. There, he took her lips again as he slid inside her. Both exhaled sharply. Her warmth wrapped around him tighter than a fitted glove. So tight, it took everything in him to keep from cuming right there. In a way it felt like she was made specifically to fit him. He pulled out slowly only leaving his tip before plunging back inside hard and fast. Before Monáe could relish the feeling of him inside her, he had pulled out again.
"Please don't tease me..."
He pulled away from her mouth to look where they were joined. With a sly smirk, he snapped his hips to plunge as deep as he could. Once again her warmth wrapped around him, trying to milk him. If she wanted it hard and fast, he would gladly oblige. He hiked her legs up further on his hips and plunged again. Only this time he didn't stop.
The sound of their bodies slapping together was like music to her ears. His grunts and her moans were going to be the undoing of her, as she was already on the edge of her climax. She clawed at his back, spurring him on. Scratching his back only made him anxious to spill inside her, but he wanted her to have her moment before he completed his.
She felt his hand warp around her hair and pull her head back. A few more seconds and she get off. She tried to hold back, but her undoing was when he reached around her body to rub her clit. At the same time his thrusts got quicker and much shorter. She knew she couldn't hold on anymore. Together, they released at the same time. Collapsing into the sand, he pulled her in front of him as they caught their breath. After a couple of minutes, she felt him move her hair to the side and kiss her neck.
"Thank you"
She turned around to reply, only to find her midnight lover gone. At that moment a warm breeze caressed her face. Somehow, she knew that she would see him again.
