Page 13 of Heartless
“And the Taylors!” Kaia says, laughing.
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“Did you and the ladies enjoy yourselves this afternoon?” Onyx asks, rubbing a concoction of marula, coconut, and avocado oil into my naturally dry skin while it’s still moist from my shower.
“We did. We met some beautiful souls today, and Mak is going to go back there to give makeovers and do a job workshop in two weeks. After that, she’s going to hold a hiring event at the same location for those people who were there today. It inspired me and made me wonder if there was anything that I could do for them. I want to help, too.”
“That’s a good idea, baby. If she needs anything from me, I’m willing to donate too,” he says.
“Thanks, babe. I’ll let her know.”
“What else?”
“What else, what?”
“Is on your mind. I can see that something else is bothering you.”
“I wouldn’t say bothering me, but I am wondering if Mama and Daddy will be at the reception after the performance. She said that they were coming to the performance. I just hope that they don’t change their mind and I hope they’ll come to the reception. I want them to see my studio. But I doubt they’re coming there,” I say.
“Maybe they’ll change their mind.”
“Maybe,” I mutter.
Squeezing my shoulders and pressing a kiss to my forehead, he kneels between my legs and says, “And if they don’t, then that’s their bag to carry. I don’t want you carrying other people’s baggage anymore, MJ. You get me?”
Laughing, I tilt my head and say, “That’s easy for you to say.”
“Not true. You’ve seen my family’s drama. With Danica high as a kite these days, Mama not wanting to deal with the truth and Dad blaming himself while angry at her at the same time isn’ta recipe for harmony. But you see how I shrug that shit off and keep going.”
“Mm, you do a wonderful job of that...sometimes, I suppose.”
“Okay, okay. I do get into my feelings sometimes, but that’s what my baby is here for.”
Cradling my face, he says, “Sweetheart, you keep me grounded and help me to compartmentalize all that shit. That’s the only thing that I’m trying to do for you.”
Closing my eyes, I accept the kiss that he places on each of my eyelids and then my lips.
“Okay, baby. You’ve got it.”
“Good, now let me get something else,” he says, pushing me back on the bed and spreading my legs wide.
Why is it that the first lick that he takes always sends me skyrocketing and orbiting around the moon?
Onyx slides one finger inside of me as he sucks at my clit. My fingers grip the sheets to keep from tugging on his short curls.
“You look so gorgeous lying up there like that. Spread wide for me, beautiful,” he says before he delves back into me.
Sex with Onyx can be relaxing and soothing to intense and explosive. I never know what ride I’m in for with this man as he never does anything the exact same way as before. He loves experimenting and the freedom of expression in sex.
We’ve tried a wide range of things in our two short years, including food play, voyeurism, and BDSM. He has membership privileges at an exclusive club for the wealthy called Prestige in Summer Cove, North Carolina which is roughly a three-hour drive or an hour's flight from us.
He’d gone there quite often before meeting me and when he told me about it, I didn’t think that it would be anything that I was interested in. Onyx convinced me to go once and that was the only time that I went.
I’ve never demanded that he give up his membership, but I know that he doesn’t go anymore. It’s a place for the wealthy to feed their sexual fetishes and proclivities. The only thing that Onyx has asked for that I’ve denied him is a threesome.
He’s not interested in sharing me with another man, and I’m damn sure not interested in sharing him with another woman which is what he proposed at the time of asking.
As he devours me now, I find myself scooting up on the bed further and further before he hooks his arms around my thighs and pulls me close again. I lose myself in the ecstasy that my husband’s tongue brings me as he shows me all the ways that he can take me up high and then plunge me into the depths of erotic pleasure.