Today is supposed to be a sad day. I should be shedding tears of sorrow, not happiness. He does that to me, thankfully. Onyx has given me everything I never thought I would have. He’s given me life, love, laughter.
As my stepmother is lowered into the ground, I feel remorse. For all the things we never got to work through. For the unanswered questions. Mostly because, on some level, my father must have loved her, and for him, I’m sad.
The funeral has a nice turnout of people who knew Robyn in some way, but I don’t see any overly-bereaved faces due to her permanent absence. She was never a people person and wasn’t afraid to own it. Robyn liked to brag and pretend that she was better than everyone else. I think most of these people are here out of obligation or loyalty to my father.
“I’m ready to leave,” I tell Onyx, who has stood beside me since I got out of the hospital four days ago and hasn’t left once. My wounds have healed, but my ego is still bruised, especially given that I tripped over that damn hall table again yesterday.
If not for Onyx catching me, I’d have fallen into the wall and hit my head again. His cursing carried on for hours as he removed every obstacle in my apartment that I could possibly trip over. When I jokingly suggested that if we had a bigger house, I wouldn’t have so many things to gracefully tumble to the ground with me, he was on the computer and house hunting in an hour.
We have an appointment to see a cute bungalow in a middle-class neighborhood outside the city tomorrow morning. I tried to tell him we could go for a gated community, but he refused to let me help with it. He said if he couldn’t take care of me with the money he had, then he wasn’t man enough to have me as his wife.
I shut up after that because he’s all I want. What I failed to tell him was that I emailed the realtor this morning asking her if she could bring some listings for what I suggested within his budget, and she told me she had the perfect place in mind.
I know Onyx had settled on the bungalow because his eyes lit up when I mentioned it was gated. I also realize the listing she’ll bring will most likely be a fixer-upper, and I have a feeling Onyx will take that as more of a challenge than me going behind his back.
As he guides me to his cruiser, he opens the door and lifts me up. Buckling my seatbelt, he gives me a quick kiss before closing the door. I watch him as he walks around the hood of the SUV and climbs in beside me.
Before he starts the engine, he turns to face me. “How you doing?” I smile because he’s always thinking of me, and I love that about him.
“I’m fine, Onyx.” I reach over and caress his cheek while he watches me. “I’d like to go home now.” My eyelids lower as I think of all the things I want him to do to me. I was given the all-clear from my doctor this morning pertaining to the healing of my concussion. She said I should be fine to resume all activities, giving me a wink when my eyes slid to Onyx sitting and watching.
It doesn’t take much for him to realize where my mind has drifted, and he smirks as he turns towards home. The ride feels quicker than usual because all I can think about is being in his arms. I love how he holds me. Even with his strength, Onyx is nothing but gentle and kind.
The engine shutting off breaks me free of my musings as he jumps out and comes to my side. Helping me down, he ushers me to the elevator, making sure he has a tight hold on my waist as we walk.
Once the doors open for us and we’re inside, he pushes the button for our floor. My back hits the wall as the doors close, and his lips are on my neck, biting and sucking. Onyx loves to leave love bites on me.
“The things I want to do to you, Gracie,” he rumbles.
“I’d really like to try that thing from before I fell.”
He pulls away and looks at me. My cheeks heat as he thinks about it. A huge grin lights his face as he remembers what he said. “Yeah, these lips”—he leans forward to kiss me and nibble on my lower lip—“will look perfect wrapped around my cock.”
Heat floods my entire body as the doors open, and he walks us out, backing me up into the apartment door. We stumble through while he unlocks it, slamming it closed with a foot as he spins me around. I close my eyes and lean back as his hands move up and down my body with such worship.
“Fuck, you’re delicious, princess.” His words are pained as his hand moves down to squeeze his cock. I blush at the move, and Onyx chuckles. “God, I love your innocence. That blush.” The more he speaks, the deeper his voice becomes with his desire for me.
Pushing past my nerves, I shed my jacket, letting it drop to the floor and reach out for him. My hands brush up his chest, leisurely at first, as I step into his body. He remains still, waiting on what I intend to do. I love his patience with me.
Grazing his jaw with my lips, I pepper him with small kisses down his neck as my hands travel back down his chest. When I reach the buckle of his belt, I freeze until I feel his hands on my waist. His thumbs move in soothing circles as I gain confidence.
Working quickly, before I lose my bravado, I have his jeans undone and hitting the floor with me as I drop to my knees in front of him. Biting my lip, I look up to find him watching me with silent intensity, barely holding himself back from taking control as his hands fist my hair. Inhaling a fortifying breath, I kiss his hardened length through the black silk of his boxers. When it twitches at the gentle touch, I jump and giggle at myself. He groans.
“Go on,” Onyx encourages. I can still feel his eyes on me as I move my hands to pull the material down his legs. His masculinity springs free and before I can react, a small pearl of liquid slips free of him.
Temptation drives me forward. He’s tasted me so often I’ve lost count. Without thought, I grip the base of his flesh with one hand while my other hand steadies my position by holding onto his thickly muscled thigh. The rough hairs scratch my overly sensitive skin.
Leaning forward, I don’t ask permission. I do as Onyx always does to me, and I lick him from base to tip, making sure to grab that drop with my tongue as I reach the top. The flavor explodes on my tongue.
A mix of salty and sweet.
I want more.
Opening my mouth wider, I don’t hesitate to take him as far as I can. When I’ve reached the point of no return, I close my lips, look up to meet his powerful stare, and swallow. His eyes enlarge briefly before the passion takes over, and he growls deep in his chest for more.
Moving slowly up and down his length, I pump my fist in tune with my strokes, making sure to keep a tight hold with my lips as I return the pleasure I know he craves. Closing my eyes, I concentrate on the feel and taste of my man finally in my mouth. I had been nervous every time I thought about it, but now, I’m quickly becoming addicted to the salty taste and rough but soft feel of him.
His pulse beats an erratic rhythm along his length, and before I can bring him to release, Onyx pulls me to my feet and spins me around. Lifting my dress, he rips my panties from my body and without warning, slams his cock inside my pussy.
“Onyx!” I cry out as he pumps his hips roughly into me from behind.
“You did it, you fucking did it, Gracie,” he hisses in my ear, and I feel myself flood with passion for him.
“Did what?” I question, but I know the answer.
“You brought the beast out to play. I’m going to fill this pussy up with so much of my cum, it’ll be leaking from you for a week.”
“I wanted to taste it,” I whisper, looking over my shoulder at him.
“Fuck,” he groans and grips my hips harder. I’ll be bruised, I’m sure.
Onyx’s body pushes into mine, flattening me against the door as his strokes pick up speed and power. It’s almost painful the way he fucks me, but I wouldn’t ask for it any other way.
This man, he’s become my everything practically overnight, and I couldn’t be happier.
“Fuck me, Onyx,” I sigh when he slows down.
Stopping completely, he spins me back around without a word. Picking me up, my legs wrap around his waist, and he slams his cock back inside of me. Making us both cry out.
“Fuck, do I love you, princess.” He bites my neck as I absorb each thrust, each whispered word like a prayer.
“I love us, Onyx,” I whisper, and we both let go. Bliss captures us in its tight tentacles, shaking us to our cores as our bodies crash to the floor in a heap of carnal energy.
Together, I know we can have anything we want.
Together, we’ll make the perfect family.
Together, we’ll have the world.