Black Diamond (Obsidian 2)

When she bit her bottom lip slightly, just a mere instant that was nearly impossible to catch, heat soared up my throat and into my mouth. I wanted to breathe hard into her mouth and for her to listen to how much I wanted her. “Let me get my purse.”

I smacked her ass gently as she walked past me. “Hurry.”

The instant we entered the house, our lips were locked and our arms were tangled together. Clothes fell to the floor as we maneuvered up two flights of stairs, our mouths still moving together with desperation. Before we entered the bedroom, I managed to make her moan twice.

When her naked body hit the mattress, I climbed on top of her and separated her thighs with my knees. She was finally ready for me to take her. It was just her and me, and her naked body was ready for me to enjoy.

I wrapped her gorgeous legs around my waist and tilted her hips as my cock inched inside her. This was my favorite part, the beginning and not the end. Her eyes always lit up when I sank into her, and her pussy stretched noticeably, resisting the thick intrusion. Her tightness always reminded me of her innocence, that I was the only man ever to fuck her. Her slickness always greeted me with open arms, and the groan that escaped her voice was mixed with pleasure as well as pain.

Her hair cascaded around her and across the mattress, the brown locks in slight curls. She wore very little makeup, but I could see dark mascara around her eyes. Her eyelashes were thick and long, making her already beautiful eyes look majestic. Her nipples were hard and her chest was red, obvious signs of arousal. Her lips were slightly parted, the tip of her tongue sitting behind her teeth.

“You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are.”

She ran her hands up my chest, feeling the solid slab of concrete. “Yes, I do. Because I see the way you look at me.”

Naturally, my eyes softened. Her words were sweet and unexpected, and they somehow made me feel warm inside. For the first time, I didn’t want to hurt her. Treasuring her, adoring her, and feeling her was enough.

Vanilla sex wasn’t so bad—not bad at all.

I slid deep inside her until my balls hit her entrance, resting against her ass. My arms were locked on either side of her head, and I slowly began to thrust, rolling my hips as I slid in and out of her. Like a hand squeezing my length, she was tight. If she weren’t so wet for me, this might not have worked.

Her hands snaked to my biceps, her fingertips curling around the muscle and her nails digging in. Slowly, she moved with me, using her legs as an anchor to reposition her lower body. When I slid inside her, she moved to take more of me. The possibility of pain never deterred her from having me. It didn’t matter how big my dick was—she still wanted me.

This was what I’d wanted all day. When I was at work, I couldn’t stop picturing her underneath me like this. There were no whips or chains, but it was still unbelievable. Only a woman like Rome could entertain me through sex as slow and gentle as this. One day, I would get bored of it. But for now, I was fully entranced.

“You make me come so fast…” Redness spread to her cheeks, her eyes darkening in pleasure.

“The feeling is mutual, sweetheart.” My hands pinned hers to the mattress above her, dominating her as best I could. I thrust into her harder, giving her more of my length than she’d ever taken before.

Her fingers interlocked with mine, and her moans turned to screams. Her pussy clenched around me as she flew over the edge. Writhing and moaning, she came all over me, her pussy soaked and sheathing my dick in her juice. “Calloway…fuck.” She rode the high for nearly a minute then bit her lip, looking into my eyes with pure satisfaction.

When she gave those amazing performances, I wanted to ride the same high, to give in to the most natural feeling in the world. But I wanted to see her eyes roll into the back of her head again, to hear those screams get louder.

I dug one hand into her hair and pressed my mouth against hers, my eyes still focused on hers. There was so much moisture between us that my cock moved with less resistance. My sheets would be covered with the lubrication that leaked down her ass and underneath her. But I loved feeling her arousal caked over my length. I loved pleasing my woman as much as she pleased me.

“Calloway…I want your come.”

For being vanilla, she said the dirtiest things. “You want it, sweetheart?”