Chapter 12 #5
Applying the right amount of pressure, Monroe delivered a soul-snatching series of pleasure to her clit that fluctuated between deep sucks, long licks, and sliding two fingers slowly in and out of her gushy tunnel.
“Oohh, baby, please don’t stop,” Promise pled as she neared the edge of ultimate pleasure.
“Hell yea, stop depriving me. Feed me all that good shit,” he coached, slightly speeding the pace.
He loved the way Promise’s body yielded to his touch, and the more he drank from her fountain, the more nectar she developed to quench his desire.
He could tell she was close to her second orgasm as he penetrated her sweet tunnel with his tongue.
Monroe made love to her softly, giving her inner folds an intense massage like his life depended on it.
“Ughn!” Promise climaxed, and her essence oozed through her like lava. Her clit thumped at the cadence of his voice, sending explosive vibrations through her body.
“Mhm,” he groaned, and his voice made her cum.
Monroe caressed her thick thighs as he licked her dry, refusing to allow one drop to be wasted.
He stood to remove his designer sweats and briefs, but not once had he taken his eyes off Promise.
The longing in his eyes, paired with the yearning in his touch, ignited Promise to unselfishly pour her all into him.
This was their vibe. It wasn’t new, and it never would be for them.
Nothing had changed. That’s what Promise had felt in her heart, but that was the thing.
She was dealing with the same man, nothing had changed about the way they felt for each other, but everything had changed.
Monroe had known it, but the timing wasn’t right.
All he wanted to do was make love to her.
He just wanted to lay up in her pussy, forget about the storms of life, and live in the reality they created every time he came home.
Promise opened her legs once again, welcoming him into her haven. He had always been a perfect fit, and missionary with Monroe was one of her favorite positions. She almost came thinking about the last time he made love to her in this position.
Two minds…One spirit.
Two bodies…One soul.
That’s what they were when they made love, and it was the safest place in the whole world for them.
In the deepest core of her being, Monroe had access.
He saw her and not one time had he ever shied away.
Not once had her truth intimidated him. With his eyes, he captured and kissed the pain he’d caused, kissed her exposed vulnerability, and her heart all in one glance.
A single tear streamed down her face, and he kissed that too as he sank into her sopping wet pussy.
“Oh my God, Sssss,” she moaned as her clit brushed against him, and she adjusted to his dick.
Monroe covered her lips with his, loving the way her walls hugged him as he plowed slowly into her depth with so much passion; her body rewarded him instantaneously.
This type of love making was only obtained when two lovers knew each other’s body, and Monroe had a Ph.D when it came to Promise Marie Montgomery.
Every slow stroke he delivered was curated from his soul.
He took his time, and the deeper he dug, the closer he came to exploding.
“Mhm,” he groaned, as she caressed his chest, pulling him closer.
“Please fuck me, baby,” Promise begged because he was too deep.
Monroe had the patience of Job because the love he confessed to her while deep in her sea needed to be analyzed.
The way he flirted with pieces of her heart she kept reserved needed to be researched.
He knew what it took to get her where he wanted her to be, and he understood the wall she was trying to create because his actions were the cause.
But just like the other walls he’d dismantled, this one would be no different.
“Let me in, Doll,” Monroe murmured, causing Promise to lose herself even more in the moment.
Monroe rotated his stroke, pumped deeper, then grabbed one of her titties and slid his wet, warm tongue across her nipple before taking her full areola into his mouth.
“Ughn, baby, you feel so good,” Promise moaned.
Grabbing her leg and pushing it back until her toes hit the headboard, Monroe held himself up on his right forearm.
He pulled his dick all the way to the edge of her center, then quickly slammed back in her pussy with a force that hurt so fucking good.
He repeated the same motion about five times, sped his pace for about forty-five seconds, and then slowed all the way back down.
“Fuck, Monroe!” Promise moaned loudly as she surrendered to a shockwave of emotions that shot from her clit, down to her toes, then back up to her heart.
“Mhm,” he groaned. “Cum on this dick, Doll,” Monroe commanded, beating her pussy soft and slow, hitting her g-spot in a loop. Grinding against her clit every time he pushed in her slick folds.
“Monroe, baby,” Promise vulnerablely called out. “I’m cumming,” she announced, shaking uncontrollably.
“Fuck, girl,” he rasped, as her pussy clenched around his shaft. “Get that shit,” he said as his slow, steady strokes became quick and jagged as he came with her. “I missed you too, Doll.”