Black Forever (Obsidian 4)

I squeezed my thighs tighter.

He yanked off his shoes and socks until he was finally completely naked, ready for me to devour. He placed his knee on the bed, and his weight immediately made it sink in. Slowly, he moved on top of me until our naked bodies were pressed together.

My hands started at his stomach and slowly moved up his chest, my mouth already open in anticipation. My body had missed that throbbing dick inside me, missed that fullness that only he could provide. He made me so wet that I could take a cock as big as his.

He positioned his arms behind my knees and widened my legs, his lips just inches from mine. He kept his eyes on me, those dreamy eyes that could see right into my soul. He tilted his hips and pressed the head of his cock right against my entrance. His head became moistened from the pool of lubrication that emitted from my pussy.

“Jesus Christ.” He breathed into my mouth as he slowly sank inside me.

I sucked his bottom lip as I felt him slide into me, inch after inch of pure man. “Calloway…”

He stopped when he was completely sheathed, his balls resting against my ass. “I jerked off today because I thought it would make me last longer…but fuck, it didn’t help at all.”

I cupped his face and breathed with him, feeling the waves of chemistry between us. “Fuck me a dozen times, and you’ll be back to normal.”

He groaned against my mouth as he began to rock into me. Sometimes he kissed me, and sometimes he fisted my hair. My ankles rubbed against his torso as he rocked into me, his thrusts becoming deeper and quicker.

There was nothing I loved more than making love to Calloway.

He looked into my eyes as he made love to me, treated me like I was the only woman that ever mattered. There was no one before me, and there would be no one after me. He grabbed my right hand and pinned it to the mattress, his fingers interlocked with mine.

“Calloway…” I wanted this to last forever because it felt so incredible. Three weeks of no sex was a trial for our relationship. Every time we had the urge, we had to do something else not to risk his stitches ripping. But now we could do exactly what we wanted.

“Sweetheart.” He rocked into me on the bed as his lips moved to the corner of my mouth. He kissed me as his fingers played with my ring. Slowly, he pulled it off altogether.

I didn’t ask what he was doing because I didn’t really care. All I cared about was the connection between us in that moment, the way we moved together. I wanted to do this every night for the rest of my life.

Calloway grabbed my left hand and slipped the ring onto my left ring finger. He stopped rocking into me as he held my gaze.

I felt the ring with my thumb, noting how strange it felt on the opposite hand. I didn’t know what he was doing, but once I saw the intensity of his gaze, everything hit me. I knew exactly what he was doing.

I knew exactly what was coming.

“Marry me.” All he said were two simple words. He didn’t ask me. He just commanded me, like he wasn’t giving me the option to say no. “I don’t want to go another day wasting our potential. I don’t ever want to be with another woman. I want us to be together—and never be apart.”

I stared into the face of the man I loved, knowing he’d meant something to me since the first day I saw him. I slapped him in that bar because I was furious. But once he asked me my name, the room turned silent. I’d felt the heat in my body when he asked for my name. When I saw him later at that dinner, I knew I couldn’t let him go.

And now we were so much more.

Our relationship was a road of heartache, but we overcame the bumps. We weren’t exactly what I wanted, but I knew I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’d only fallen in love one time—and that was with Calloway. I’d only been with one guy, but I didn’t need to be with others to know I’d found the right one.

He was the one.

The tears burned in my eyes and quickly dripped down my face. I saw the same emotion in his eyes even if they didn’t water. He knew what my answer was without waiting for me to give it. “There’s no one else I’d rather spend my life with.”

He kissed me as he rocked into me again, making love to me on the same bed where he took my virginity. Now we clung to each other in a different way than we did before, not just out of desperation, but out of love. “Mrs. Calloway Owens…I like it.”