Midnight Lover Chapter 1-Anonymous Pleasure
The Original
The moment that her brown eyes met his green ones, she couldn't help but catch her breath. They were much more intense than she remembered them being in her dream. With the moonlight illuminating his face only slightly, she could make out more of his features. He appeared to be at least over 6'9, his stature easily making her seem as if she was a child. Dressed in black silk pajama pants and not much else, she looked down at the sand and found herself wondering if he was wearing the same type of boxers underneath, if anything at all.
"Stop it Monáe. For Christ's sake he could be here to murder you or take you back to his house and torture you until you die! You don't even know him."
Monáe was so deep in thought that she failed to hear him moving closer to her. She watched as he crouched down and slowly closed the distance between their bodies. She wanted to move away, but something was keeping her there, like she was being held hostage but not by his arms, instead his piercing gaze. Suddenly, the tree she rested her back upon reminded her of a wall and she started to hyperventilate. He must have noticed because he backed away slightly but was still close enough to her that she felt his body heat. Not knowing what he would do next, she began a frantic search for a way around him. Her eyes landed on a tree that was not too far from them. Laying on the right side of the trunk was a nest of thick and thin tree branches that were on the same side as his left leg. If she was quick enough, maybe she could run past him and go for help. There was no time for thinking if she was going to get away from this possibly insane man. Monáe could feel the adrenaline rushing through her veins as she prepared to make a run for it, but she wasn't prepared when the giant reached over and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. She couldn't help but be surprised at the gentle gesture and how soft his hands were. He put his index finger underneath her chin and tilted her head up to meet his gaze.
There, Monáe found lust and passion swirling in his green orbs. His features softened as he raised his hand to lightly touch her lips. She didn't know what came over her but she found herself leaning in to pull his thumb into her mouth, suckling on it gently. A low growl emitted from his throat as he yanked his thumb from her mouth and pulled her up to her full height. Shocked by his abruptness, she looked up and found him looking back at her with just as much curiosity as she had in her brown orbs, only now it was mixed with desire.
She watched as he raked his eyes over her small form. She was 5'5 with chestnut brown hair that flowed to the middle of her back. She was shapely, but she didn't have so much bust and backside where it made her look like she wasn't proportioned. Her heart shaped face accentuated with full lips, almond shaped eyes, mocha complexion, and curly eye lashes screamed that she was a natural beauty. It also didn't help that she was clad in nothing more than a silky blue robe. Somehow, seeing his gaze roam over her made her hot inside, and it didn't bother her as much as she thought it would.
Without warning, he leaned down and brushed his lips gently against hers. This small amount of contact only helped to moisten her thong even more. Her brain and her body were waging a war, with her body winning.
"I can't explain it, but I feel like he has this hold over me. I don't think it would hurt if I gave him one kiss after all, it's not like anything bad is going to happen." She knew it was a long shot and this had to be her body talking because her brain surely wouldn't let her do anything like that.
He must have had the same thought, because he wasted no time in going in for the kill. His lips were so soft and warm as they moved against hers. Monáe resisted but after some time gradually moved her lips against his. She felt his arm move around her waist and his fingers dive into her brown chestnut mane. His tongue ran along the seam of her lips, begging for entrance. She gladly obliged, as she was anxious to feel his tongue against hers. Surprising enough, his tongue was very long and Monáe wondered what his tongue would feel like between her legs.
The arm that he had wrapped around her waist slowly retracted and made its way down towards the globes of her ass. His hand grabbed a handful of one cheek and lightly squeezed and palmed it. As the kiss got more aggressive, he picked up her other leg and wrapped it around his waist. She didn't even notice that he was had picked her up until she felt him sand brushing against her skin.