[Days With No Sex: 12]

I smoothed down my dress and took a look around his dressing room. I was extremely proud of my decoration skills, another thing that being a southern belle has blessed me with. I had filled his dressing room with peach and black balloons. I taped some to the walls, and threw a ton of them on the floor. I popped a couple trying to step my way to his vanity. Damn these little legs of mine. I heard Prince's laugh down the hall which made me smile, his laugh is literally the cutest thing I have ever heard. Plus he love being back in Minneapolis and performing here. He loves his hometown with a burning passion, it's so inspiring. I thought I gave back to my community. It's nothing compared to what Prince has done for his. He gives to so many charities, does so many benefit concerts that no one even knows about except the people there, his Minnesota fans. You can feel the love pulsating from the walls of this place.

I flipped my curls back over my shoulder as I heard his heels click closer to the door and when he saw me he stopped dead in his tracks. I threw my handful of black confetti in the air. "Happy show day pooks!"

He stared at me and the room for a while, then a smile crept across his features.

I looked to the side then back to him. "So do you like it oooor..?"

He nodded his head slowly and then began to walk towards me. I stood up out my seat and he pulled me into a very tight embrace, rocking me back and forth. He pulled back looking around the room.

I admired my decorations as well. "I did a good job didn't I?"

He just nodded, it was surprising to me that he was so taken aback by this. Maybe people around him have never done anything nice for him like this but I mean this isn't much. Or maybe he's never had a girlfriend do anything nice for him. I don't know we never talk about his past girlfriends. I mean i've kind of met them already. He stared at me in a strange way, nothing like i've ever seen from him but it made me feel warm inside.

I wrapped my arms under his and pulled him into a hug. "What?"

He slowly shook his head. "Nothing." He looked down at my lips and smiled himself. "Thank you."

I couldn't help but smile. "Anytime pooks."

He kissed me on the forehead. "I think I should let you decorate Paisley Park."

I pulled back. "Like hell, you know how you are about literally everything..."

He creased his brows. "And how am I?"

"You controllin' as fuck man."

"I am not!"

I cupped his chin, making my voice mushy. "Yes you are my widdle Princey pooh, yes you are." I made little kisses in the air until I got to his lips to plant a big wet one on him.

He grinned at my kiss. "I don't know what to do with you anymore."

I cheesed. "You love me because you have no choice."

"No I love you because that's my choice."

I poked out my bottom lip. "Awww...that was sweet." I took his face in both my hands. "Gimme love boy gimme love."

In our kisses I could hear gagging by a certain someone. I pulled back and peered over his shoulder. "No no ok not in here, what ever y'all do in the privacy of Prince's tree stump is y'all own damn business."

I cut my eyes at her. "Go away Hannah."

Prince sniffed the air. "I knew I smelt boiled bologna."

"Nah, I think that's yo' feet eatin' through yo' shoes again, little man." She scoffed, looking him up and down before sitting on the couch.

I slapped his chest. "Both of you be nice."

"You want us to be nice but you decide to hit me?"

I shrugged, giggling. "Don't I always?"

"A real man could take a punch Prince." Hannah added in.

Prince shifted his weight, swiping his thumb over his nose. "Well every man ain't built like you Hannah."

She threw her purse at him, making him flinch when it hit him his shoulder. "Leave me alone Prince, i'm in a bad mood."

I pulled the top off my red lipstick tube. "Awe girl what happened."

"I went on another shitty date last night with" she waved her hand dismissively. "some guy I met on the set of my last video shoot."

I smacked my lips and closed the tube. "Oh yeah you shot that video for Bon Jovi right?"

"Yeah but anyway, Michael Flinn and I-"

I jumped out my chair, making it fall backwards. "Michael Flinn?!? As in THE Michael Flinn of Hugo Boss. What was he even doing on the set of a Bon Jovi music video?"

She rolled her eyes. "Not the point Jasmyn-"

"Girl he is THE finest mutha..." my voice trailed off when I caught Prince glaring at me with his head cocked to the side. I slapped him on the arm. "Oh shutup you know you sexy as hell."

He smirked cockily, popping his collar. I scoffed at his arrogance. Ugh! Just Ugh! He's so arrogant and bold, sexiest shit I have ever witnessed.

I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to Hannah. "Continue girl."

"Anyway he literally ignore me all night, he was too busy staring at his reflection in the silverware. I mean why can't I find a half decent man."

Prince looked to the side and back to her. "Don't you got mirrors at home."

I punched him in the shoulder, twisting my mouth trying to fight off my laughter. "Come on Hannah." I walked over and grabbed her hand. "Let's go to the bar and get you some drinks before the show."

She walked ahead of me and I peered back at Prince, both of us silently busting into laughter. I took a deep breathe, pulling myself together before catching up with Hannah. First Avenue was highly packed tonight. Prince performance are like when the president comes, you have to be there. I zoned out as Hannah was rambling on about how bad men are and how bad her dating life is, it's always the same thing.

I was snapped out of my thought by me hitting someone, both of us fell to the ground along with some glasses of liquor.

"Oh fuck me, I'm so sorry. I was zoned out my friend was bitchin' again."

Hannah huffed. "I was not!"

I pointed towards the bar. "Go get the drinks." Hannah rolled her eyes and stomped off. The crowd didn't give a damn about us falling, everyone just kept moving and stepping around and over us.

I chuckled. "I tell you chivalry is dead." I reached my hand out to pull up the girl, she was wiping herself off with a towel. I picked up her tray and held it out to her. Her eyes went wide when we locked eyes, I was little freaked out because her mouth was moving but words weren't coming out.

I squinted. "You ok?"

She just nodded, mouth a gape.

"Oookaay." I giggled and held my hand out to her. "I'm Jasmyn. Do you have a name?"

She shook my hand but she still didn't say anything. I looked to her shirt for some sort of identification. "Liliana?"

She smiled shyly. "Yeah that's her- I mean yeah i'm Liliana."

"Nice to meet you." I handed back her tray and she finally decided to take it from me. She gave me a small wave before speed walking off.

I looked down at the ground and saw a notebook face down in the liquor and glass puddle. I picked it up but the corner and shook it a little bit, trying to partially dry it. It reeked of vodka and lemon. The ink was smeared but I could make out a few lines.

I'm still trying to fix myself

Becoming whole isn't that easy

I'm a product of somebody mistake

It's forever impacted my way of heart

"Wow..." I looked up and looked around trying to find her because i'm sure she would want this back. I peered over at Hannah who was crying and already 8 shots in. Poor girl, i'll sulk with her after the show. I pushed through the crowd and I could see her from behind, her long dark hair bouncing in the air. I was always good at recognizing people by their hair. I tapped her on the shoulder and she jumped, dropping her tray once again, I set the notebook to the side and bent down to help her, once again.

"You're not very good at this job are you?"

"First day."

I nodded. "Ah." I reached to the side, grabbed her notebook and I held it out to her. "You dropped this back there."

A big smile spread across her face. "Thank you!"

"Anytime." I reached into my bra and pulled out a card. "I actually have been looking for a poet, I need someone that's good with words to help me with the aesthetic of this next album, and I hope you don't mind but I read a few line, I mean the liquor ruined a few pages most of it-"

"What?!" Her eyes widened in horror as she flipped through and discovered the soiled pages. I cringed watching her reaction, it was so sad.

"Well to makeup for me making you fall back there, why don't you come to my place, well it's not really my place it's my boyfriend's but that's neither here nor there, come have lunch with me tomorrow afternoon, we can eat and talk about me possibly hiring you for one of my productions teams or something for this next thing." I shrugged. "I don't know and I could possibly get you a new notebook, I have a toooon."

She smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear and clutching her wet notebook to her chest. "That sound's nice."

"Good! well my address is on there if you need it" I pointed to it on the card to make sure she saw it. "and my boyfriend is gonna be there tomorrow but I mean." I cut my eyes looking off for a moment before proceeding to ramble again. I liked to talk a lot. "He could possibly be in the studio all day because he's working on an album right now and he's reached crunch time and shit like that but I mean he most likely won't be in our way."

She just nodded like she was dazed at how fast I was talking.

"So my address is on the card which will most likely change by the end of the year because we're moving into the big recording complex here, well not here, but in Chanhassen like right outside of Minnesota, we're thinking by the end of the year or atleast the sound stages should be ready by then, hopefully by the beginning of next year the living area will be complete I don't know. The place is like 55,000 square feet so I mean building will take some time, plus we have to furnish it and we both have different taste but I mean with my man he's got like really good taste but anyway," I shrugged, patting her on the shoulder. "See ya!"

I bolted off, leaving Liliana in a daze to get backstage to be in the huddle before the show. I saw they were already circled up so I just wrapped my arms around Prince from behind and leaned my head against his back. I could hear his slow steady breathing, just as cool as ever before going onstage. When they broke from their huddle, he started walking to his position but I whined, refusing to let go.

He snickered. "You gotta let go baby."

"No you can't, we have to do our handshake first." He whipped around in my arms, smiling at me. "It's for good luck."

He sighed. "Fine."

"Yay!!!" I stepped back giving us some room to do our super secret, don't mess with us because we are hot but still mean business handshake. We came up with is a couple of nights ago in bed, not like we're doing anything else in the bed.

"Da da da da da, respect my gangsta, da da da da da, pop! pop!, da da da da da, respect my gangsta." we cleared our throats, smoothing out of clothes like thugs. "Pop! Pop!"

I grabbed his chin and pecked him on the lips. "You work that shit baby."

"Don't I always."

I rolled my eyes and pecked him one last time. "Modesty is a virtue."

He snickered and strutted off to join his band. I happily ran around to join the crowd, who were screaming and whistling their asses off.

"Hi!" Prince finally announced himself on the dark stage, he bowed taking in all the love and light of the people around him. He has a smile on his face, a genuine one. It come from just performing in general which always made him happy but that mix of hometown love is filling his heart right now.

"Awwwe!....Soooo." he took a firm grip on the mic. "Listen uhm we..we're still in rehearsal so....so you're invited to a rehearsal tonight ok....We're just gonna play some new things and try out on you and try out on ourselves." He stepped back from the mic listening to the hoots and hollars from the crowd, he locked eyes with me and I shot him two thumbs up and a cheesy smile. A smile spread across his face, which made a smile spread across mine.

"Ah ho ho ho ho." he chuckled in a very cartoon voice. He walked over near Sheila's drum kit and took a seat. Prince's intro is just genius and the way he keeps the crowd waiting only adds to the excitement. I watched the rehearsal and i'm excited. He's in no hurry at all, he props his chin up in his hands. He looks so good, his current look is one of my favorites, with his hair slightly longer, his peach polka dot suit, and glasses. Oh Lord the glasses, give me strength I have two days until I can have sex with him again and when I do I will wreck him. I will make him see a multi- colored universe. Where night will be day and day will be night and the only name he can scream is mine as I ride him off into the first orgasm of the night. I fanned myself, trying to shake my seemingly always naughty thoughts about him.

I couldn't help but scream up at him. "Fuck it up baby!" I clapped furiously. He peered over at me, shaking his head with a smile before turning back to the rest of the crowd, waving to them and such.

After the long pause he decided to strut up to the mic. "These are my new friends" the spotlight beamed down as he started pointing to them. "That's Levi... Miko..." He pointed to the other side and the spotlight went along with it. "Greg Brooks... Cat... Walle... and Bonnie." He pointed up to the keyboards. "That's an old friend, Dr Fink." He dramatically decided to clap for him, making me laugh. Prince is the king of facial expressions, I swear. " This is new friend, the polka dot suit" He posed for the crowd, licking his lips in perfect Prince fashion at their approving cheers before returning to name off his band. "Atlanta Bliss on the trumpet..Mr. Madhouse, Eric Leeds...and Sheila E on the drums."

He went back to his spot by Sheila's drums, he crossed his legs, propped his chin up in his hands and listened to the crowd. We made eye contact again but this time I saw a devilish smirk come across his face. I immediately became worried, he's always pulling some shit at a show. My heat rate sped up as he strutted up to the mic.

I started mumbling to myself. "I swear fo' God if he calls me out."

"Her down there." he pointed and the spotlight shone on me. My hands shot to my mouth, I closed my eyes thinking that would take some attention away but I could still feel the heat of the mic on me.

"That's my... very special friend. That beautiful Vision of Love, Jasmyn." The crowd roared and I managed to rip a hand away from my mouth in order to wave to the crowd. I'm not the shy type but he's always putting me on the spot.

"Say hiii!"

I shook my head at his request, but the crowd was obviously on his side so I finally gave it and pulled my head from my hands. "Hi..."

"Aww she's shy everybody." he cooed, into the mic. "Babe I don't think they can hear you."

I covered my face with my hands again, but I knew deep down that would only draw more attention to me. I heard the crowd cheering madly, I parted my fingers and I saw him standing in my face holding out the microphone.

I bursted into a laughing fit. "I hate you!"

"Awe, introduce yourself." He held the mic to my lips. I pressed my lips together trying to fight the smile, I was losing the battle horrible

"Hi I'm Jasmyn and-"

"And what do you do?"

"Stoooop!! " I whined, trying to dodge the microphone. I was so serious but I couldn't stop laughing. He kissed me on the temple before hopping back on the stage. It was hilarious watching him try to pull his laughter together so he can get back into performance mode, you can see him twisting and pressing his lips together trying to fight off his oncoming giggles. When he finally pulls himself together he utters what I think are gonna be his most famous lines.

"And for those of you on Valium, my name is Prince"

"Shut up already, damn!" Only Prince can kick off the music like this. Housequake is a great song for a gig like this. Who am I kidding; Housequake is a great song for any gig. The groove has got everybody dancing already. The band is immediately behind him and tight as ever, probably because of all those hours they spent rehearsing. I would go just to watch, I take a lot of tips from Prince as a band leader. He has the perfect mix of a fun yet serious atmosphere which I can only hope for.

Within the first 30 seconds of Housequake the glasses and suit jacket are gone. He tossed them on the stage and I really wanted to reach up and grab them and hold them for him but I had to resist my urges, along with many others i've been resisting lately.

Prince is working the stage very well, moving from side to side and dancing. I love Prince's dancing, because no one can imitate him, his style is very much his own other than the split which he obviously got from James Brown. I love how he does his own thing but he's remains in sync with the rest of the band, and I can't help but be impressed by how well drilled they are.

This song was made for playing live, the beat is captivating, and the horn lines are everything you could ever want from Eric Leeds and Atlanta Bliss. They are absolutely crucial to his sound at this point. I should also mention, Princes facial expressions throughout this are priceless. He is always so expressive in his face. I just wanted to run up and pinch his cheeks he was such a cutie.

Prince encourages the crowd to clap their hands as Shelia E drums in the intro to Girls and Boys. This new live version of girls and boys that he came up with is my jam! The guitar is hypnotic to me, and I really enjoy Eric's playing on it. At any gig this is song that stands out for me, and I told him he should take it on tour with him, the version is a lot of fun and would really get the crowd dancing.

I ended up getting caught up watching Prince, who is very busy with his gesturing and facial expressions. We all wave our hands in the air just as he does. Oh, and in perfect Prince fashion there is plenty of ass wiggling for the ladies. My eyes drift over to perhaps the coolest guy in the band, Eric Leeds. When he steps forward to solo, he is the epitome of cool with his sun glasses and fresh pressed suit. Cat on his shoulder, really feeling it with her dramatic ass, it's a great moment in the song. Prince always has a lot of fun in this song; and those songs that he has a lot of fun in are the songs where you see his goofy personality shine through. His smile is as big as can be and he's active on and off mic, giving everyone a chance to shine.

Three songs in, i'm sweating and we have a ballad. Prince in full seduction mode, and it comes across very well. Prince is stripping out of clothes and swinging the mic every which way, his voice is orgasmic when he's singing a ballad, I can literally feel the wetness seeping out of me. I'm starting to second guess this bet because he looks so scrumptious right now and the way he keeps making eye contact with me is not helping my problem.

By now Prince has came out of his shirt, tie, and vest and now remains in his suit pants and his boots. I keep asking him why does he wear clothes anyway but he always laughs me off, little does he know that i'm dead serious. Anyway Hot Thing is excellent, and played very well, Cat's choreography is really good in this one. Her and Prince's chemistry on stage is really good I admire their growing friendship and such and me and her are pretty close too since we're both in love with Salt N' Pepa right now. We both got their album Hot, Cool, and Vicious and we dance to it around the house when she's over.

Next we have a brief interlude, I've never properly understood the purpose of Now Is The Hour, aside from an obvious costume change by Prince. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy it very much. The band is great here, every member shows off and they all get to shine. It's hard for me to get excited about Shelia E's drum solo, because I've personally never been a fan of drums solos, i'm a guitar girl and I love a sick riff, but nonetheless she did an amazing job.

The next song, Strange Relationship, it starts with the beat, and some great keyboard that puts me in mind of Stevie Wonder. It's nice and drawn out, just the way I like it. Musically and sexually, Prince gets us involved with his low chants "ooh wayy ohh...woooah". My head is bobbing. As much as I love the singing, the beat, the horns, it's the keyboard that I really love on this. The song and band are very loose here, with Prince jamming on the keyboard a lot throughout. But the very best is after the main song finishes and it becomes to a jam. Shelia plays great percussion solo, calls for "just the drums" while he plays the keys for a minute or two. Boni takes us to church with her vocal, while Prince calls over and over "Is he good to ya?" A couple more changes, and we are left with a stripped down beat, and Eric playing a nice little riff underneath. Prince then gets on the mic and says "Alright y'all we got some nigga shit for you, if you hear the words squirrel meat. Put ya' foot up on your neighbor and get off."

No, it doesn't make any sense, and sounds mad, but as we all know its absolute genius. Miko gets a brief moment to play, and then a little flourish by Prince. He does sing a few lines from Superfunkycalifragisexy but I don't think any of the crowd knows what he was singing, but I do. I was in the studio when the initial tracking took place. It all looks and sounds effortless, and have to say, so far, its the highlight of the gig. The beat was one of those that was so funky you had to frown your face up. Prince was so sexy during this song, good lord.

The show just keeps getting better and better and after Strange Relationship he plays Forever in My Life. For a song he wrote so quickly, it took him no more than a few hours, but it packs a hell of a punch live. There is no extended intro here; he goes straight into singing over the beat. It gets interesting right after the singing when he picks up the guitar and plays. I had never heard anyone play an acoustic guitar like this, my mouth is a gape at how great it sounds. He gets so much soul and funk out of it, that he's actually moving the crowd.

And once again, since Prince want's everyone to join his party, the song moves into a sing-a-long. Prince looks like he is having plenty of fun, lots of smiles and facial expressions. It's moments like this where i'm thankfully reminded that Prince is as much a visual experience as much as he's an aural one. I love listening to his music, but when you can see him at the same time it adds a whole new level to it, Prince is a master at stimulating all your senses.

Then we go to Kiss. I love seeing him do the choreography onstage. He's not a heavily choreographed performer but I think this shows how he can be choreographed but still keep his own element to it. They play it nice and strong, and sounds pretty good. There is some very nice dancing between Prince and Cat. It's all short and sweet, but excellent. The song then fades out to just the sound of Miko on the guitar, it is the shortest song all night, but it is my favorite live version of Kiss he's done so far.

Prince thanks the crowd for coming at the end of Kiss, but there is one more song to come. The energy level skyrockets with It's Gonna Be A Beautiful Night. Prince loves the hell out of this song. I'm a big fan of this song live, and I enjoyed this performance a lot, every dance step, move and Prince on the drums. It's one of those songs with plenty in it to keep you interested, so no matter how many times he performs this, it'll always be different. There is one more horn flourish and Prince ends the song and the gig with a "Thank you" he blows us a kiss and says "Bye Bye"

After the performance the lights finally went back up and the DJ kicked back in. I was kind of forced to head to the dance floor with the rest of the crowd, because i'm small and I just had to go with the flow but it's not like I didn't want to go dance anyway. I was still on a musical high out the corner of my eyes I saw Hannah sitting at the bar, surrounded by shot glasses. I decided to go be a good friend and make her feels better.

I plopped down into the bar stool next to her. "Hey girl.."

She sniffed. "Hey."

I rubbed her back. "Well atleast we know you can handle your liquor."

She glared at me from her glass. I put my hands up in defeat. "I'm sorry girlfriend but you'll find somebody just wait on it be patient."

"I'm 28 about to be 29 and I can't even hold a steady relationship. I'm gonna die alone."

I chuckled because I used to say the same thing when I was younger. I was a bit demented as a child, not my fault though. I noticed she looked rather unamused at my laughter, I pressed my lips together trying not to smile.

"I'm goin' home." she tossed a 20 on the bar and walked off. I frowned, listening to her heels click off. I know I have to call her later to see if she's ok. I would set her up with one of Prince's friend but God and I both know that won't work.

I ordered a Sex on the Beach, heavy on the vodka, usually you can't taste the vodka but I needed a drink right now. Hannah's stressed me out a little bit. 

The bartender placed my glass in front of me. "Here you go ma'am, big fan."

"Thank you sweet pea." I took a sip savoring the mix of peach, orange and cranberry. I turned around in my stool and looked around, people watching. I felt a tap on my shoulder and my first reaction was annoyance. I slowly turned my head to the side and my eyes connected with Prince's and I suddenly found myself unable to speak. He looked so good right now, wearing a black suit with those glasses Lord! My stomach contracted and a thousand butterflies erupted from their cocoons. A cold shiver slid up my spine, raising the hairs on the back of my neck.

His rich hazel eyes stared back at me, and I felt myself my breathe quickened as he stepped forward towards me. One of his hands reached up and gripped my elbow, tugging me off the bar stool. 

I tossed a ten onto the bar and let him lead me away. We struggled to make our way through the horde of dancers, the dance floor was hot and crowded. I could see him growing visibility angry as he fought his way through the crowd. My arm suddenly felt as if it was wrenched from its socket as he growled in frustration and quickly moved to changed direction. He was now heading to the back of the club.

He stopped without warning, just as we emerged from the dance floor crowd, he yanked us into a dark closet causing me to yelp. I couldn't see him but I could her his breathing s he followed through and pushed me up against it, his body pinning me the wall. I inhaled sharply as his lips slid almost lightly over my right cheek, tickling the sensitive skin there. He dropped his head and kissed my shoulder lightly as he reached down to grasp my wrists.

Raising my arms above me, he pressed his hips against me and I could feel the growing bulge. 

"No Prince no!"

"Jasmyn, damn that ok baby.." I shook my head furiously, although I knew he couldn't see it. "Come on don't give up you know want it baby come on." One of his hands dropped from my wrists and disappeared under the hem of my dress, his fingers grazing lightly over the skin on my upper thigh. 

My voice got extremely high. "But baby if we give up then Hannah's right there's...there's nothin' but sex there's no love." .

"Damn it Jasmyn! How can you say that! We both love sex so how is there no damn love?!"

I shot my finger up in realization. "That's true...that's true because we like things other than sex right!"

"That's right girl...We like what-what..movies?"

"Right we like movies."

"And TV..."

"Yeah we like TV and SPORTS...sports baby we like sports." we chanted together. "Gooo Celtics..Go!"

I racked my mine for something else we liked other than sex. "And music baby, we like music."

"Yeah we like music...and twizzlers girl we like twizzlers."

"Yeah! The rainbow kind"

"What about the opera?" one of his fingers gently trailed a line from my lower abdomen on down. His hair tickled across my skin as he lowered his head down and pressed his lips into my neck. I busted out a few whistles tones. He started breathing through his nose, I could feel his face inches away from mine.

"Girl i'mma tear- i'mma tear this thang-"

"Boy you betta'."

"I'mma tear this thang up."

I gripped his face with both my hands. "I love you."

"I love you too." 

My mouth flew open as one of his finger slipped between my legs, one of his knees slid between my legs and forced them apart. His teeth scraped along the skin on my neck and my legs turned to water the instant his teeth sunk into my flesh. His finger withdrew and slid around to cup my ass. Without realizing it, my legs rose and wrapped around his waist, and I lifted my chin slightly as he shifted his head for a better angle on my neck.

The DJ cranked up the music and the wall behind me vibrated with the pulsing of the music. Prince brought his head up, I couldn't see him all I could do was feel his breathing. Suddenly, his mouth crushed down on mine sending my senses exploding in a million different directions at once and I instinctively moved my hips against his. A small grunt of surprise rumbled from his throat and he released my wrists, using only his hips to pin me to the wall.

His hands cupped over my breasts and I could feel the heat radiating from them through the fabric of my dress. I murmured an inaudible protest as one of his hands withdrew from my chest and pushed between us. His other hand slipped down to my waist and he pushed himself back away from me, his hand on my waist our only contact.

I threw my arms over his neck, as I heard the sound of him unbuckling his pants. Heat flooded my skin as I heard him slowly pull down on the zipper, each tooth on the metal popped like gunshots echoing in my ears. He's such a suckers for some dramatics I tell you. 

He shifted his hips down and back slightly and I heard myself whimper in pleasure as he pressed himself against me. I was waiting for this moment for so long; he slid inside of me with little resistance. He cupped his hands around to the backs of my upper thighs again and shifted them slightly higher before burying himself inside of me completely.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he filled me, we both released a long awaited sigh of relief. He made no effort to move, we both wanted enjoy the moment for a little bit. When I lowered my arms down from above, I slid my hands over his dress shirt stopping only when I reached his lower back. I grasped the tail of it and pulled it slowly from the waistband of his pants. He shivered slightly as my fingers brushed across his bare skin and his hips thrust forward causing me to gasp. My nails scraped across his skin, urging him on, He shifted slightly and withdrew, dropping his head next to mine. I cried out as his teeth sank into my shoulder and thrust forward at the same time, my moans lost in the pounding music the DJ's playing. 

Within seconds my lower back was beating painfully against the wall behind me. His teeth grazed up my neck and he shifted my legs higher again, allowing himself deeper access. The need to mindlessly fuck devoured us both. A raging beast that's been building inside of us for the past 12 days, it's been fighting and tearing for release.

My vision exploded into a thousand lights, then plunged into pitch blackness as every muscle in my body contracted painfully at once. Muscles deep inside of me, that I never knew existed, clenched tightly around him and I heard a low groan in my ear. The world shattered

I took his ear in my teeth as the climax ignited deep inside of me, I could barely breathe. I was dimly aware of his continuing movements; the powerful strokes making me feel as if he was going to pound me into the wall.

Despite my head screaming I could no longer go on, my body refused to listen and my fingernails dug into the fabric of his shirt, demanding, pushing him to continue. He raised his head and attacked my mouth again, his control slipping. 

Our mouths and tongues dance, his hand sliding from my thigh to slap against the wall for support. Strong, pulsating flesh against flesh caused my body to defy my brain again and I crashed over the edge one last time. He broke the kiss and buried his head back into my shoulder and he thrust upward one last time.

A loud pounding in my ears brought me back slowly to myself. I realized that it was my heart hammering against my chest at a rapid pace. I struggled to regain my breath. My entire body tingled as the feeling of finally getting what I needed made me smile.

He dropped his other hand from my thigh and pressed it against the wall, using it to lever himself slowly away from me, withdrawing himself. I dropped my legs back to the ground and quickly slid my dress back down to cover myself. 

I tugged at my bottom lip with my teeth as I watched him refasten his pants. We stepped out the closet, breathing heavily. I tried to make myself look presentable before we walked back to the front. I looked over at Prince who has a very satisfied smirk on his face, both hands in his pockets. 

I stepped in front of him and put my hand on his chest stopping him. "Hey."

He cocked his head to the side at me, my intentions must have read clearly on my face because he raised one eyebrow and smiled wickedly. I felt a stirring in my loins when I saw the hunger still in his eyes as well. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him and his lips lightly grazed over my ear as he spoke.

Despite the loud noise in the club, I heard every word he uttered. "I'm not done with you yet."

I staggered slightly and he tugged my hand, guiding me out of the club.