Black Obsidian (Obsidian 1)

I wanted to go with her, but I’d waited this long, so I could wait a little longer. “Alright.”

She looked at me like she might kiss me goodnight but thought better of it. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Sweet dreams, sweetheart.”

Like she was trying to get away from me as quickly as possible, she darted out of the room and disappeared up the stairs.

I stayed on the couch with the TV playing on the wall. My cock was hard in my jeans and impatient to get free. I hadn’t gotten any action for the past day, and I was eager for a release, but I wanted the real thing.

I wanted Rome.

So I kept my hands to myself and went to bed.

The day finally arrived, and my cock was permanently hard. It knew what was coming and it was only a matter of time before I slid inside her slick, wet pussy. Her legs would wrap around my waist, and she would beg me to fuck her as hard as I could.

And I’d oblige.

I left for work much earlier than I normally would to avoid seeing her. As hard up as I was, I didn’t think I could keep my promise any longer. Technically, I wouldn’t be breaking it. But I didn’t want to fuck her then go to work right after. I wanted to have her all night and the rest of the weekend.

I had flowers delivered, and I set them on the entryway table. Before she walked out to head to work, she would see them. They were deep red roses in a crystal vase. There were two dozen of them. Plump and full of life, they reminded me of her. So innocent and pure, but so sexual at the same time.

I left a note.

Tonight, you’re finally mine.

I was the first one to arrive at the house.

I went into the bedroom but didn’t strip off my suit like I normally would. By now, I would normally be in the shower, washing myself down and scrubbing my hair. Then I would get out and throw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

But today, I kept the suit on.

I sat at the edge of the bed and rested my elbows on my knees. The door was wide-open, and I listened for the sound of the front door opening on the first level. The curtains were closed over the windows because I didn’t want anyone to sneak a glance at her, to see that perfectly pale skin surrounding her pink tits.

The bedside lamps were on for atmosphere, casting a dim glow throughout the bedroom. I could hear the heating system kick on and off as it tried to keep the equilibrium within the house. None of her things were in this bedroom, but I felt like I shared it with her anyway.

After twenty minutes of waiting, my cock hard from thinking about what I would do with her, the front door finally opened. I could hear the heavy door close behind her. It was hardly noticeable, but I’d been living there for so long that I recognized every single sound of the place.

A minute passed before her heels sounded up the stairs. She took her time, steeling her nerves before she arrived. She knew exactly where I was because her heels continued to clap against the hardwood floor, even when she passed her bedroom.

I’d never relied on my sense of hearing so much. Like I was going into battle, I prepared for the event about to take place. My heart was beating fast, and my lungs ached to breathe deeper. My body wanted to spring into action and work up a sweat. My hands twitched to grab her, to snatch her by the hips and push her beneath me. My hips wanted to thrust hard against her, the head of my cock reaching her cervix because I impaled her with every inch of my cock. She didn’t know what a real fuck was before she met me. Now she would know how it felt to be with a real man—six feet and three inches of all man.

She rounded the corner and stopped in the doorway, seeing me sitting at the edge of the bed. A black pencil skirt hugged her hips, and black stilettos were on her feet. No matter how much cash was in her back account, she dressed like a classy woman, priding herself on her elegance. Her hair had been curled that morning, and now they’d come loose. They were wavy, but that made it easier for my fingers to slide through. She wore a navy blue top with a gold necklace around her throat. Her makeup was heavier than usual, and just like I suspected, her cheeks were flushed pink.

She stared at me with a mix of lust and hesitation, her arms resting by her sides. The pulse in her neck thudded wildly, adrenaline spiking directly into her heart. She was nervous, but she was excited above everything else.