23. Moni Wants a Show
Chapter twenty-three
Moni Wants a Show
Monique
Lei’s lips hovered just above mine.
It was a tantalizing promise of what was to come. The warmth of his breath mingled with mine, creating a heady mix that left me dizzy and yearning.
His proximity was mesmerizing.
So needy of him, I was acutely aware of his every movement, every shift of his weight, the way his muscles rippled with barely contained power.
Damn. . .
Lei’s love was a storm.
Intense.
All-consuming.
And I willingly surrendered myself to its power.
Completely at his mercy.
Every moment with him was an intoxicating, sensual tango, exhilarating and terrifying in its intensity.
He hovered above me, and his gaze ignited sparks within my very soul.
Why is this man so fine?
Was he not an alluring masterpiece of dangerous beauty?
A living manifestation of raw power and grace.
His muscular body was sculpted like some warrior of ancient legend.
His long hair—dark as the midnight sky—cascaded around his ruggedly handsome face, framing it in this heartbreakingly, untamed halo.
His scent—musky, wild and enticing—filled my senses, making me light-headed and greedy for his cock.
I reached up to him, and could feel the rapid throb of his pulse beneath my fingertips as they traced the veins in his muscular forearms.
Swooning, I let out a long sigh.
Lei lowered a few inches and continued to hover over me. His long hair brushed against my face, sending shivers through my whole body. “Moni. . .”
I was breathless. “Yes.”
His voice grew low and teasing. “Did you know that you are absolutely breathtaking?”
“Are you trying to make me blush, Lei?”
“Make you blush?” He laughed softly, and the sound was a melody that warmed my heart. “But it’s true.”
He hit me with this searing gaze. “You’re the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen.”
I reached my hands up to touch his chest, wanting to tear the blue shirt off. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
“Good to know,” he murmured, leaning in closer. “Tell me something.”
“Maybe.”
He smirked. “What’s the secret to winning your heart?”
I pretended to ponder. “Besides being dangerous, gorgeous, and sexy as hell?”
“Yes.”
“Trust, respect, honesty, and. . .”
“And?”
“A talented tongue and a very big cock.”
“Hmmm.” His low chuckle vibrated through me, sparking more heat and desire. He leaned closer, his breath fanning hot across my cheek. “Is that so?”
I swallowed hard, feeling the addicting burn of his gaze. “It’s very important to me.”
“Well, in that case,” His hands ran down my sides, causing my heart to leap into my throat. “I better not disappoint.”
My fingers danced along the sharp angles of his jaw. “You never do.”
Then, he devoured my mouth, and his lips were soft and warm, pressed against mine with a gentle fervor.
The taste of his tongue was minty and sweet.
The sound of our breaths mingled together as our kiss deepened, our tongues slipping and sliding in perfect rhythm.
He kissed me like I was a heroine in a fairytale.
Maybe we were in one.
Because. . .was he not some dragon prince?
And I his new love, that had been wandering in a mystical forest, lost and waiting for a hero?
And did he not whisk me away to some magical kingdom where the boundaries between reality and fantasy blurred into breathtaking enchantment?
Were we not a timeless romance?
Surely, in this moment, he claimed me with the spell of a seducing kiss, weaving a mystical, shimmering rope that would bind us together forever.
His strong arms encircled me, lifting me from the mundane world into a realm of dreams and fantasies.
With every touch, he banished my fears and doubts, replacing them with a sense of belonging and love so profound it left me even more breathless.
He was my dragon prince, fierce and protective. His love represented a blazing fire that detonated within my soul.
“Moni,” he whispered against my lips, and his voice was a caress. “Don’t ever think of leaving me.”
Those words delivered shivers through me. “Lei. . .I don’t think I ever could leave you.”
His eyes were a whirlpool of emotions—passion, desire, possessiveness, and something else. . .something deeper.
Love.
With an agonizing slowness that sent another thrilling shiver through my body, his hands moved to the hem of my top and began to lift it.
I raised myself slightly to accommodate him and couldn’t suppress the gasp that escaped from my lips as his fingertips softly grazed my bare skin.
Soon, my top was discarded, revealing the pale blue lace bra I wore underneath.
He paused for a moment, drinking in the sight with even more intensity. My heartbeats quickened. His gaze flickered back up to meet mine. “Those beautiful breasts are covered in all blue.”
“Yes. . .all blue.” I curved my lips into a wicked smirk. “But. . .”
He quirked his brows. “But what?”
“My pussy. . .is covered green.”
I thought he would laugh with me. Clearly, I was playing, but this seething rage rose in those eyes as he grabbed my pants and yanked them down, exposing the matching pale blue panties.
I blinked. “That was a joke, Lei.”
“That wasn’t funny.”
“I thought it was hilarious.”
“It wasn’t.”
I did my best to hold in my laughter. “You don’t want my pussy to rep the South?”
“Do you understand how dangerous that statement is?”
“Or it could just be funny.”
“You know I’m pussy whipped.”
“Lei, being pussy whipped doesn’t mean you now have some disability or illness that gives you an excuse to be insane.”
“Actually, it does.”
For a moment we were caught in a tense silence, his glare intense enough to melt steel. Then slowly his expression softened, and he let out a low chuckle. “I almost left this bed and destroyed the South.”
I laughed over the rush of relief. “That’s insane.”
“When it comes to you, I might be a little insane.” He dipped his head again, his hair brushing against my skin like a feather’s caress. “You’ll have to get used to it, learn how to tame it.”
The world became a blur as he kissed me once more, our bodies pressing together until there was no space left between us. I forgot about everything else. All faded into nothingness as Lei’s tongue explored my mouth and left my head spinning.
His hands travelled up my sides, pulling me closer as he deepened the kiss.
Our breaths mingled together in the heated air, and my heart pounded like a war drum within my chest.
I ran my fingers through his hair, relishing in the silkiness of it before moving down to his shirt.
He moved my hands away and rose a few inches.
“Why did you move my hands?”
“You’re in trouble for that panties joke.” And with that, he violently pulled those pants off me, so fast I knew there would be rips in the fabric. “That pussy will always be covered in blue.”
“What about white?”
He glared at me.
I laughed. “I’m so sorry.”
“You’re not.” He slung my pants to the floor. “You’re going to get people killed.”
“I’m not.” I grinned with giddy delight. “I’m just so funny and you’re not getting my humor.”
“I’m about to fuck all of that humor out of you.”
A wave of heat rolled through me. “Well. . .I’ll sign up for that.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Hell yes.”
His eyes shimmered with desire as he delicately traced the lace patterns on my bra with a light finger. The contrast between his rugged warrior-like exterior and this tender act was deeply erotic.
Every inch of me tingled at his touch.
Little by little, he took off my bra, his fingers unhooking the clasp and sliding the straps off my shoulders with a deliberate tenderness. My skin tingled as the cool air slipped along my nipples.
“Mmm.” He paused for a moment, his eyes drinking me in, before his hands moved lower.
With a careful, almost sensual touch, he eased my panties down over my hips, past my thighs, and finally down to my ankles. The fabric whispered against my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
As he discarded the last barrier between us, he licked his lips.
That’s right. Eat this pussy today.
Right when I thought he was going to bury his head between my thighs, Lei shifted and got up off the bed.
“Hey.” I reached out and only touched air. “Where are you going?”
Lei towered above me and I could see the bulge in his pants, craving to be set free.
Now it was my turn to lick my lips.
Slowly, he began taking off his shirt, his defined abs and arms flexing with the movement.
Oh.
All that delicious muscle hit my hungry gaze.
His long, dark hair fell messily across his forehead and shoulders.
I yearned to reach out and touch him. “Come back over here.”
“I’m not.”
I pouted. “Why not?”
“Because you’ve been a bad girl.” He slung the shirt at me like he was a rock star on a stage and I was an obsessed fan.
But, it didn’t matter.
I took that shirt and inhaled it, getting high off the scent of him. “I’ll be a good girl.”
He raised one eyebrows. “Will you now?”
“I swear.” Then, I slipped his shirt along my bare skin. “But. . .”
His gaze followed the shirt. “But?”
“If you’re going to be so far away and taking off your clothes then. . .you might as well give me a little strip tease.”
A dark chuckle left him.
I slipped his shirt down between my thighs and rubbed my pussy all over it.
All his chuckling ceased as he watched the shirt slip over my heated mound before being slid between my folds and gathering all of the newly rising wetness that he had triggered.
A low groan left him.
He grabbed his cock over his pants and gripped the thick length hard. “Now I’m never washing that shirt.”
“You shouldn’t.” I grinned and threw the newly perfumed shirt at him.
He caught it with no problem, brought it to his nose, and loudly inhaled like a mad man.
My body vibrated.
I bit my lip. “Go ahead.”
He snapped his view to me. “Yes?”
“Go ahead and give me a little show.”
He quirked those brows again.
“When you take off those pants, I want a slow twist of your hips like when you’re moving deep inside of me.”
He looked back at me with a lusty scowl. “You’re in the East.”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “I’m in the East.”
“And the Mountain Master is in front of you.”
I smirked. “He is.”
“And you demand that he wiggle his hips?”
“No one said wiggle, and let’s not forget. I did a lot today.”
“You did.”
“Passed tests. Faced challenges and won.”
“That’s fair.”
I winked. “So. . .”
“So?”
“Moni wants a show.”
He laughed and this time it was loud, joyous, and so goddam sexy I almost came.
How was he able to do that?
Trigger my body to writhe in pleasure just from the sounds that he made.
Somehow I calmed my hormones and propped myself up on my elbows. “Come on, Lei. Let me see you dance. Give me a little strip tease.”
He chuckled again and set the shirt on the bed. “You really are something else.”
“Well. . .you said you were pussy whipped. Seems like to me. . .” I touched my chest. “If you were truly pussy whipped then you’d definitely give me a show.”
“Hmmm. That would be a good test.” Slowly, he placed his hands on the waist band of his pants.
I watched, anticipation building, as he began to lower the fabric two inches, exposing more sculpted, tanned skin.
This man is just made of muscle.
He pulled the pants down another inch, revealing the smooth, tanned skin of his chiseled hips then the beginning of his silky pubic hair.
I bit my bottom lip, enjoying every second.
Then, he yanked the pants back up, absolutely teasing me.
“Oh no.” I blinked. “I want to see more.”
“Are you sure?” His eyes never left mine, the intensity of his gaze made my heart race.
“Yes.”
“Say, please.”
I shivered. “Please.”
He returned his hands to the waistband of his pants.
My pulse quickened.
He began lowering them again with this agonizing slowness.
When the pants finally pooled at his feet, he kicked them aside, standing before me in just solid blue boxer briefs. In front that fabric stretched over the huge bulge of his cock.
I drank in the sight of him, every inch of his body a testament to his strength and grace.
“Now what?” he asked, a playful challenge in his voice.
“Now,” I said, my voice barely a whisper, “come here.”
“I thought you wanted me to dance.”
“I changed my mind. Now I just want you to fuck me.”
He put his hands to the boxer briefs’ waist band. “But. . .I still need to take this off.”
“You do.” I parted my lips, so damn horny I almost charged over there and tore them off. “Come over here. I’ll take it off for you.”
He gave me a wicked grin, before he started to move.
And to my utter fucking shock, he began to slowly swirl his hips in a circle like he was fucking the shit out of the air.
Oh. My. God.
My request had been a joke, but there was nothing funny about this.
I was so turned on by his show, so damn wet, surely I was staining the comforter.
He shifted his weight to one side, then the other, hips moving back and forth in time with the slow rhythm of an invisible song.
He was dancing, performing a provocative show just for me, and I felt like this honored queen, knowing that many women in the East and in Paradise City would have paid top dollar for this performance.
I whispered, “Damn, Lei.”
“You like that?”
“No. I love that.”
His hands slipped to the front of his boxer briefs, and his fingers traced over the bulge. He was teasing me, driving me utterly wild with desire, and I had brought it all on myself.
That’s what your ass gets.
Still towering, he moved in closer, swaying his hips back and forth in front of me.
My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come.
The boxer briefs hugged him so tightly that I could see every contour of his cock and muscular thighs.
He was so magnificent.
A living statue carved out of pure muscle and erotic energy.
He stopped dancing. He stood still, looking down at me with a heated gaze that made my insides turn into molten lava.
He hooked two fingers into the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs and slowly started to pull them down.
I held my breath as he revealed himself inch by inch.
With every small tug downwards, more of him was exposed to my greedy eyes until finally the boxer briefs fell to the floor around his ankles.
He stood there proudly in all his naked glory—completely sculpted perfection.
His cock was a work of art.
Long and thick.
Every vein and ridge was visible.
The head was an exquisite dome of pleasure, glistening with precum.
And my mouth went dry at the sight.
Not just because of the sheer beauty of him but because he was all fucking mine.
Then, teasing me more, he slowly stroked that hard cock in front of me. “Now what, Mountain Mistress?”
“Come here.” I frowned. “Now.”