33. This Moment
Chapter thirty-three
This Moment
Lei
Deep within me, a philosophical conflict waged war.
I was torn between desire and loyalty.
The past and the present.
Chanel haunted me. My vow to love her echoed in the chambers of my heart.
Meanwhile, Monique was currently in my arms, wet, curvy, and so damn warm. She made me laugh and smile. She was filling my heart with peace.
Still, I could not ignore Chanel’s presence. She had been my true obsession, evidenced by the fact that her dead body lay in a tent several feet from the stream that Monique and I made out in.
Should I not be lowered on my knees, next to Chanel, praying for her forgiveness?
Was it wrong to want someone else?
To seek solace, comfort, and desire in another’s arms?
The weight of my virginity weighed heavy on my mind. It was a symbol of my love to Chanel. Unfulfilled. A promise I never got to keep.
To surrender it to Monique felt like a betrayal, a violation of our sacred bond.
Yet, Monique was so much more than just an object of my desire.
She was a beacon of hope in my sea of turmoil. A living, breathing embodiment to the relentless ticking of the world’s clock even in the face of despair. Her laughter was a reminder of joy, her fears a token of shared human experience, and her compassion had shown me the enduring power of friendship.
Every time I looked at Monique, I saw not only her captivating beauty but also the pulsating life force within her. Being with Monique—surrendering to the flame of our passion—felt like a chance to start anew, to embrace the vibrancy of existence once again.
And now. . .in the water, we kissed, surrendering to the intensity of our growing connection.
It was profound.
Overwhelming.
Intensely personal.
As soon as her soft, warm hands wrapped around my cock, I was electrified with pleasure and let out a low moan. White-hot sensations raced through my veins. Every nerve in my body ignited.
I sucked on her tongue, loving the taste.
And she softly stroked and teased me, handling my cock with an eager curiosity.
Goddamn.
She slid her hand down to the tip and squeezed it.
Still kissing her, I groaned like a mad man.
Before I knew it, my fingers found their way to her pussy, gliding over her throbbing clit.
Monique’s body shuddered, her lips leaving mine as she moaned in anticipation. “Oh. Come on, Lei. This is insane.”
I looked at her, my eyelids heavy with desire.
“If I had balls, they would be royal blue.” She pouted. “Stop teasing me.”
I couldn’t help but smirk. “Is that what you think I’m doing? Teasing you?”
“I don’t know, but if you think I’m going to lay in bed with you tonight without sexually assaulting you, then you are wrong.”
Does she not understand how bad I want her?
I craved to plunge deep into her depths.
I yearned for our bodies to become one.
She may be the woman to finally make me surrender everything that I had been holding for Chanel.
I pressed my lips against Monique’s throat and let my tongue trace a path of sparks across her wet skin. My hands dropped lower and gripped her hips.
This slow and passionate caress was meant to hint at what I could do if she’d let me.
Her entire frame shook against me. “Oh, fuck.”
My cock grew harder and begged for release. I wanted nothing more than to plunge deep into her depths and feel her tight, wet heat around my cock.
And that battle returned to my head.
Should I give my virginity to Monique?
Or would it be a betrayal to Chanel?
I could feel Monique’s hips grinding against mine, and I knew the answers.
This wasn’t about Chanel or me.
It was about us.
Monique and me.
The hot desire that was threatening to consume us both, could not be denied any longer.
We were both more than ready.
I licked my lips, loving the taste of her on my tongue. “Teasing you? Maybe I should take you to bed now and settle this misunderstanding.”
She shivered. “Please, Mountain Master.”
In a rush of adrenaline and desire, I scooped Monique up, swam us fast to the edge, and carried her out of the cool water.
Laughing, she wound her arms around my neck and clung to me. “Why are you so fast, Lei?”
I kissed her forehead. “Because I badly want you.”
And it was true.
The growing connection between us was undeniable and getting more and more intense.
My heart pounded eagerly in my chest.
Her wet brown skin glistened under the sunlight.
A delicious shiver coursed through me.
In my horny haste, I had us bypass our discarded clothes.
Monique widened her eyes. “Lei, we can’t walk around the camp naked.”
“There’s no time.”
She laughed again. “I hope Chen doesn’t catch us. He would pass out.”
“Don’t worry. As you already know, I’m fast.” Without breaking our gaze, I carried her swiftly toward our tent. My skin prickled with an electric excitement. Surely, it was caused by her. Once we made it to the tent, I raced us around, got us inside, and lowered her onto the bed.
“Damn.” She gasped. “You are fast.”
“When it comes to making sure I have alone time with you, I will sprint us to the ends of the earth.” I drank in the view of her nakedness, admiring every inch.
Our tent—gently lit by the soft glow of a few scattered lanterns— felt like a world away from everything else. The light—warm and inviting—flickered against her dark brown skin and cast a radiant glow.
In my dream, her nipples had been the color of dark chocolate.
And there they were now right in front me, matching my fantasy and poking in my direction.
So tempting.
She was an exquisite masterpiece.
A tantalizing mixture that I craved to devour.
And I was utterly spellbound. Her every curve was accentuated, each contour outlined by the mesmerizing play of light and shadow that danced on her form.
Slowly, I lowered myself next to Monique and knew that this was uncharted territory for me. There was never a time where I had experienced an intimate moment like this with a woman.
Usually, I ordered Chen to send in my harem. When they came, it was nine to thirteen women surrounding me on the bed and willing to do anything to make me cum. And while that would be a thrilling wet dream to most men, it was a regular night for me, empty of passion, connection, and even. . .love.
It was just sex.
Wet pussy.
Stiff nipples.
And my hard cock, spurting sperm. Once I came on a face or pair of breasts, they left, and I lay in my bed alone.
But this moment with Monique. . .
This sizzling, heated moment. . .my heart tremored with anticipation and my skin was alive and fuck. . .I could feel the intensity deep within my soul.
This was different.
This was special and filled with a newfound passion that I had never felt before.
I was lost in this moment.
Here, reality became blurred, and nothing else mattered.
In fact, without a doubt, I knew I could stay here forever with Monique, forgetting about all my worries and problems in life.
I stared into Monique’s brown eyes. Those dark, deep pools begged me to dive right in.
And so I did.
I kissed Monique with a ravenous hunger.
Our tongues tangled and our lips locked in a passionate embrace that sent sparks exploding through me. Naked, our limbs intertwined, and we melted into each other.
Her perfumed scent—a sensual blend of excitement and desire—filled the air around us.
So intoxicating.
It was an aphrodisiac more potent than any other, fanning the flames of my own growing hunger.
I ran my hands over her body, exploring every curve and inch of her skin as if learning it for the first time.
I dragged my lips down to her neck and traced a line of scorching kisses from there to her breasts.
This moment. . .is heaven on earth.
My cock throbbed at the tip.
Soft and supple, I cupped her breasts in my hands, feeling their heavy weight in my palms before taking the nipple of one between my teeth and teasing it with gentle flicks of my tongue.
“Oh.” Monique gasped.
There, I did all the things I had been yearning to do since first dreaming of her. I started sucking on each nipple in turn, nibbling lightly before licking them until they hardened in response.
My fingers continued their exploration as I teased her other nipple with one hand while running the other hand down her flat stomach and between her legs.
Monique’s moans filled the air as she writhed beneath me, hips arching up as if seeking out even more pleasure.
My heart thundered.
A tsunami of desire rocked my core, and I continued to play with her nipples while exploring the depths of her heated wetness with eager fingers.
Never had I felt a warmer, wetter, tighter pussy.
The sensation of it was incredible.
Transcending.
Fuck my harem. This is what I need. This is what I really fucking want in my life. Monique. . .in my bed. Every damn night.
I trailed my lips to the valley between her breasts, and deeply inhaled.
A dark groan left me.
Monique moaned in pleasure as I returned to sucking on a nipple while playing with the other.
I’ll have to keep her by my side. Longer than the days we agreed on.
Delirious and already addicted, I left her lips and slipped my fingers from her pussy.
She trembled in my hold. “G-god, Lei.”
I loved my name on her tongue. “Are you enjoying yourself?”
“Yes.” She panted. “But. . .I keep thinking someone is going to knock and interrupt us.”
“And that person would die.”
She grinned. “Stop it.”
“I’m not playing.” I moved my gaze down her body. “I want to taste every inch of you.”
Her body shivered again.
“I’m a virgin,” I put my gaze back on her face, “but I learned some things from my harem.”
She widened her eyes. “Oh really?”
“Really.”
“What things?”
I caressed the curve of her hip. “It would be boring to just tell you.”
She bit her bottom lip.
“I should simply show you.”
She whispered, “Fuck yes.”
I began to move down her body, inch by inch. And as I lowered, I left a trail of soft kisses.
Down her neck.
Along the curves of her breasts.
She moaned.
For several greedy seconds, I lingered at her center and decorated her toned stomach with kisses.
She shivered in delight.
And then I returned to the mission, continuing to kiss lower, until I stopped at the small swell of her womanhood.
Monique’s hands tangled in my hair.
Jesus fuck. She is so wet.
I savored the sight of her smoothly shaved pussy before me.
Her slit glistened in the warm light. Her clit peered out from between the folds like a ripe fruit waiting for me to pick and taste.
My cock twitched.
I gently parted her labia with my fingers, revealing the flesh underneath. Soft and glistening.
My hands trembled slightly as I reached out. I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in the pleasure of her, to feel her shudder beneath my touch, her breath hitching in response to my tasting.
Monique had brought me so much peace these days. So much light in my darkness.
She deserved to feel nothing less than pure ecstasy, and I was determined to offer her that.
Slowly, with an unwavering gaze, I moved my hand to rest gently upon her thigh. The smooth expanse of her skin was warm. Her muscles quivered beneath my touch.
I gazed up at her and realized she had been intently watching me.
I gave her a devilish grin. “In martial arts, forms are often named after the elements, animals, or other aspects of nature.”
She opened her mouth in shock, surely not knowing where I was going with this. “O-kay.”
“These names are given to fighting styles to create a vivid, visual image of the technique in action.” Placing my finger on her clit, I began to softly rub over it, soft and gentle.
She arched her back. “O-oh shit.”
“These names can also serve an instructional purpose.” I slipped my finger down into her drenched wetness and dove into her soft paradise. My body hummed with erotic madness.
Somehow, I steadied myself. “By associating a technique with a certain image or concept, it becomes easy to learn the intended action and spirit of the style.”
“O-oh.”
I pulled the finger out and sucked her wetness off it.
Good god! She tastes so damn good.
I took the finger out of my mouth and stared at her. “Do you understand?”
Monique’s chest rose and fell. Her voice was barely a whisper. “I-I don’t know h-how this relates, but I am here for it.”
I curved my lips into a knowing smile. “There is an ancient text that means, Resplendent Blossoms Unfolding .”
“O-kay.”
“This text was an exploration of the sensual arts.”
She blinked. “Oh wow.”
“I want to show you some of the styles my harem helped me learn.”
“I-I am here for it all.”
“Then, let us begin.” I buried my face between her legs, inhaled deeply, and began Dragon's Flame Dance .