Chapter 8 #5
“Mmm,” Promise moaned, her body sensitive to his touch, and the feel of his cushioned lips on her pussy like that evoked sensations she couldn’t tame.
He used both thumbs to spread her lower lips further apart, and immediately attacked her clit with a mix of immense gentleness and fervency. Monroe sucked her clit and drank her essence down like it was the last cold bottle of water on a hot summer day.
“Oh my God, baby,” Promise moaned, unable to control the way her legs shook while at his mercy.
Two minutes hadn’t even passed yet, and already Promise was putty in his hands.
She reached forward, placing her hand on top of Monroe’s head as he grazed his tongue over her clit, maneuvering it as if he had a built-in vibrator inside of it.
Monroe used his left hand to raise her left leg in the air, then pushed it back until her toes damn near touched her ear.
“Hell yea, Doll. Feed me all this good shit,” he coached, before going in for more.
“Ughn!” Promise screamed in pleasure as he stabbed her opening with his hardened tongue.
The shit was so euphoric it brought her out of her body, and thrusted her into a promised land that only they knew of.
Monroe was waiting for her to walk through the door with him.
He’d been yearning to be in this space with her.
The Promise Land for them was a sacred place where only the two of them could exist. It was like the treehouse you invited your best friend to, and no one else was welcomed.
It was in this place secrets were shared.
Vulnerability was never judged.
In this place nakedness was viewed as pure art.
Monroe thoroughly enjoyed the way her walls tightened around his tongue, but he wasn’t done with her yet. When he removed his tongue, Promise immediately grabbed his head.
“Stay right there,” she begged.
Monroe chuckled as his tongue slid past the layered ridges inside her walls, causing vibrations to ripple through her pussy. “I got’chu, Doll.”
His fucking voice. His voice had her seconds from retreating. This was until she felt his tongue flirting around her asshole as he strummed her clit.
“I…I can’t take it anymore. Please give me the dick,” Promise stuttered and begged simultaneously.
Monroe had heard her pleas, but wasn’t going to stop until he’d pulled one more nut out of her. He sped up the pace of his tongue and his thumb, making it impossible for her to rum.
“Fuck, baby!” Promise exclaimed as her secretions sprayed from her pussy like sprinklers, wetting Monroe’s face.
“Good girl,” he praised her. “That's how you satisfy yo’ man.”
Once Monroe rose from his knees and got in the bed with Promise, their mind took a back seat; while their body moved from a place of intense passion and memory.
Promise straddled Monroe as soon as his head hit the pillow, her sweet heat leaked at the feel of his arousal, begging to enter her oasis.
Promise pressed her satin-soft lips to Monroe's melt-in-your-mouth lips, then lifted high enough to welcome his length into her sacred tunnel.
"Ssss," she moaned, as her body adjusted to his width and length combined.
"Pussy is top fuckin' tier," Monroe groaned, massaging her ass softly.
"I missed you so much, baby. Had me going through fucking withdrawals," Promise complained, raising upright to look deep into his eyes. "Who's dick is this?" She inquired before winding her hips, grinding deep, and taking control.
"You wild as fuck, Promise," Monroe called her out because when she put the pussy on him like this, it woke up the beast in him. She also knew when she fucked him slow and deep like that, they’d be fucking for hours.
"This gon' always be yo' dick, Doll. You already know," he reminded.
His confession aroused Promise further as she threw her head back, grabbed her knees, and bounced on his dick with precision. Suffocating that motherfucker, her folds massaging his shaft with every erotic move she made.
"Ugh!" Promise moaned, as Monroe began to grind into her skillfully, masterfully hitting her spots like only he could.
"That's how you feel, Doll?" Monroe slapped her ass and asked, gazing directly into her soul. Challenging her with his strokes since she was talking that shit.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Do yo' shit then," Monroe encouraged, spreading her ass cheeks, giving himself deeper access as he thrusted upward into her treasure.
"I'm about to cum, baby," Promise screamed as her body surrendered to immense pleasure.
Monroe gripped her waist, sped up his pace, and climaxed with her.
Promise leaned forward in Monroe's arms, spent; her head resting in the center of his chest. His heart beat erratically in his chest, not just because he'd nutted deep in her pussy, but because they’d finally found their way back to each other…
back to Their Promise Land. They were beyond grateful to get back to the world they'd created.
This was where they were most comfortable.
This was home.
Monroe enveloped her in his arms, kissed her forehead, and ran his fingers through her long tresses.
"I missed you too, Doll," Monroe told her as he smoothed his hands across her silky, soft skin.