Page 14 of Heartless
Onyx’s dark orbs, for which his mother named him, pin me in place. His penetrating gaze is so intense that it’s hard for me to disconnect from it. He watches me as I shatter into a million pieces underneath his tantalizing tongue.
“I need you, O,” I say, reaching for him as he removes his boxer briefs and tank top before climbing onto the bed with me.
“You’ve got me, MJ,” he replies, gripping my hip and turning me sideways.
Tonight, his aim is to soothe the remnants of the hurt and pain that I carry because of my father. Onyx’s touch on my hip is a gentle caress. The kiss he gives is sweet, slow, and inquiring.
“If your father never approves of me, I don’t care because I’m not going anywhere. You’re perfect in my eyes, and I won’t risk that for the world. Nothing can tear us apart, baby. Nothing. We are one, MJ.”
“So, they are no longer two, but one flesh. Therefore, what God has joined together, let no one separate,” I whisper.
“Exactly, baby,” he says, pressing his lips to mine again.
This time I open my mouth to him, allowing him to suck on my tongue before he gently moves around, prodding inside.Our eyes are open as we communicate with one another in our personal language. No words need to be said. Our love runs deep like the ocean and covers a multitude of hurt.
No matter if the world tilts on its axis, all I need is a moment in Onyx’s arms, and it makes everything all right.
I hook my leg over his hip, allowing him entrance into me, and when he slides inside, I feel as if he’s coming home. Our connection is powerful, and on a deeper level, it elevates my spirit and my mind.
We rock back and forth in unison as if we were one body and not two. The love that I see shining in my husband’s eyes for me is consuming and causes me to gasp as I’m overcome by emotion. The tears that spring to my eyes draw a look of concern from him.
Even in this, we don’t speak. With one hand, he gently wipes my tears away before he leans in for a kiss to settle my heart, my emotions, and my spirit.
Onyx fills me up with every move that he makes, and every kiss that he gives me breathes life into me. Throughout our kiss, we keep our eyes open and on one another.
He loves it when I watch him pleasure me, and I love seeing him basking in the feeling that he gets knowing that he’s pleasing me. I reach up a hand to his face and caress him as I subject him to my adoration.
Onyx’s nostrils widen, and his breathing deepens, and I know that it’s going to be hard for him to remain the way that we are, lying on our sides, engaging in the most intimate and erotic part of our relationship.
Slowly, Onyx rolls me onto my back and pulls himself back to the tip as he lowers his head to take one of my breasts into his mouth and then the other. The feeling is so exquisite I imagine that I could lie this way for hours and allow him to do whatever he’d like to my body.
Sometimes, I take the lead in our sex lives, but mostly it’s him. Yet, I love it when he gently leads me through the experience, allowing himself to become lost in the physical journey of our love.
My hands drag down the sandy-colored plane of his chest before he lifts his head and pushes up and deeper inside of me. As he nips my shoulder, I grip the base of his shaft.
The heat of our skin melding together as one, and the sweat that we create turns me on even more. I squeeze and release his dick repeatedly until he murmurs against my lips, “I’m going to cum if you don’t quit.”
I pull my hand away from him and lick my palm, causing him to smirk and press his lips against mine, consuming them. This time, when we kiss, our eyes flutter close, and I raise my hips to meet his descent every time.
It’s not long before the combination of being loved by such an amazing man and the intense physical excursion we’re partaking in takes me over the edge. As my body clenches around my husband, milking him, begging for what he has to offer, I cry out to him.
“I love you, O! I love you so damn much,” I cry as tears stream from my closed eyes.
Within seconds, he’s climaxing inside of me, and I receive the hot seed that he releases inside of me.
He glances at me when he’s finished, and I know that he sees the hope in my eyes, but disappointment fills his.
He turns away from me.
“What’s wrong?”
Shaking his head, he mumbles, “Nothing.”
He sits up in bed, and I place a hand on his shoulder.
“Do you think that maybe we need to get tested?”
“For what?”