Black Promise (Obsidian 3)

“Thanks for the lift.”

Instead of putting her down in the entryway, I carried her upstairs and to the bedroom she now shared with me. I set her on the ground then immediately unzipped her dress. As much as I loved seeing it on her, I wanted her naked for me to enjoy.

The dress fell into a pile on the floor, and I kissed her bare shoulder, her skin warm to the touch. I felt her body tighten in response, the excitement running through her veins. Her breathing changed instantly, the spark filling the air.

It was one of the rare times when I sincerely wanted to make love, to have slow and sensual sex that was plain vanilla. I didn’t picture her chained to the headboard with a blindfold over her eyes. I didn’t imagine her suspended from the ceiling with her feet hanging inches off the ground. I didn’t have to pretend to hurt her to get off. I wanted it like this, when it was just her and me in the moment.

Hopefully, my struggle had passed. I jerked off in the shower a few weeks ago because I couldn’t control the urge that I had. I needed to fulfill the fantasy, to at least pretend I was getting what I needed. I felt ashamed for what I did afterward, but when I knew she was keeping a secret from me, that guilt faded.

Now I didn’t think about it.

After we were both undressed, I got her on her back on the bed, her head resting on the pillow. Her legs were spread, and I positioned myself right at her entrance. I wanted to be inside her all night long, to fill her with everything I had until there was nothing left.

Anxious, she gripped my hips and pulled me inside her, forcing my cock past her lips and through her slickness. She bit her bottom lip as she felt my thick cock fill her narrow channel. Her breathing picked up quickly, a quiet pant filling the bedroom.

I savored the sensation even though I’d felt it a hundred times. Before we left for the dinner, I’d made love to her on this same bed. That was just a few hours ago, but now I was hungry like it had never happened at all.

Rome grabbed her tits and played with them for me to watch. She made the sexiest expressions during sex. Her eyes became lidded and heavy with pleasure, and her lips parted with every moan she made.

I moved my arms behind her knees and pinned her thighs back so I could give her more of my cock. It didn’t matter how tight and narrow she was. I was going to give her every inch because she was my woman.

Her hands loosened from her tits as the momentum swept over her. It was obvious to me when she was going to come. Not only did her pussy constrict around my cock like a snake around its prey, but her body arched and her head rolled back. Her lips slightly parted from the deep breath she took. Right when the force hit her, she screamed.

“Calloway…” Her hands moved to my arms, and she dug her nails into my wrists as she rode the high. “Calloway.”

There was nothing sexier than listening to her call out my name. “Sweetheart…I love making love to you.” I silenced her screams with my kiss, my tongue darting into her mouth as I continued to ram my cock inside her.

Her nails continued to dig into me until she finally rode out the explosion that happened between her legs. She caught her breath and slowly wound down, her pussy flooded with moisture that her body released.

I had wanted to keep going, but now I just wanted to come. Knowing me, I would be hard again in a few moments anyway. When I had a woman like this underneath me, it didn’t take much to get me hard even if I’d just come minutes ago. “Fuck, I want to come.”

“Allow me to help.” She rolled me to my back then crawled on top of me.

I liked being on top and watching her tits shake underneath me, but I loved the view when I was on the bottom. She knew how to ride cock like a pro. If I didn’t know she was a virgin before she met me, I never would have suspected it.

Her knees straddled my hips, and she pointed my cock at her entrance. She slowly slid down like she was inserting him for the first time. My cock was soaked in her slickness so it slid right in again.

She rolled her hips as she took my length over and over. Her hands moved to her tits, and she played with them, her thumbs sliding across her nipples and making them pebble. Her hair was beautiful around her shoulders, and her expression was undeniably erotic. She took my length all the way to my balls then raised her body to reach my head. Then she lowered herself again.