Onyx

Chapter 17: In Which He Signs (Khalan)

Onyx sighed as she hopped down from the counter after releasing my head from the confines of her thighs.

"Damn baby seems like you missed my tongue more than me." I can admit I was turning on the charm a bit heavy, but this seemed like my only chance to win her back. I would do anything it took to get her to crack a smile for me. Even if it's a corny one.

A shell of a smile graced her beautiful face for a millisecond. If I had blinked, I would've missed it.

She simply nodded once and grabbed my hand before leading me to our familiar bedroom. The room had remained the same as when I had left, except for the lack of my belongings. It stung me to know she'd packed up all my things so neatly before leaving them outside the front door. She hadn't even wanted to have a conversation about what happened.

Onyx surprised me by forcefully pushing me down onto the bed. It creaked under our weight as she crawled in between my legs. She made quick work of unbuckling my belt, pulling down my dress pants and boxers in one swoop. My hardness sprung free, slapping her in the face. Her locs covered her face as she slowly leaned forward and kissed the tip. I drew in a sharp breath.

"I love when your hair is down like this." My breathing quickened as she took me into her mouth. "So beautiful."

Her eyebrows knitted together, but her tongue continued to explore my body, and I became lost at that moment. It felt as if her sole purpose was to please me. Only me. It was driving me crazy. I placed my hand on the back of her neck, reveling in the feeling of being able to freely touch my wife.

She began to pick up the pace, her tongue moving faster and harder. My body was burning from her touch, and my head was filled with a sense of satisfaction. She makes me feel so fucking good. Onyx moaned as she took me deeper into her mouth, my dick hitting the back of her throat.

"Enough." I grabbed a handful of her locs, forcing her head away from me and down onto the bed. Fuck, I was going to explode if she kept going like that. "Open your legs."

I hovered over her body, staring into her dark eyes. Eventually, Onyx laid back on the bed, opening herself to me. Her soft body was splayed across the pillowy sheets, her chest bare, and her legs spread wide for her husband. She was waiting for me to make the next move. My mouth was watering. I had to restrain myself from tasting her again.

The things this woman does to me.

I bit down on my bottom lip to control myself as my eyes scanned the expanse of her curves. Taking time to admire each of her valleys, slopes, dips, and bends. God, she knew how to take the wind from my lungs without uttering a single word. I could feel her eyes burning into me, but I ignored it for now. I needed to take a moment and truly appreciate the woman that Onyx was. She deserved to be savored like the sweetest ambrosia and not treated like a common whore.

I had made her feel that way. I needed to be the one to fix it.

"What are you doing?" She lifted an eyebrow, clearly confused by my actions tonight.

"Just taking in this beautiful woman before me."

"Shut up." She laughed, her bright smile peeking through her lips. Yes.

Once I felt satisfied and had committed every piece of her to my memory I moved onto her supple breasts. I kneaded them in my palms, her nipples pebbling beneath my touch. I drew one of them into my mouth, sucking until I heard her whimper and gasp for air beneath me.

"I know, baby." I whispered into her chest.

"Please."

"Please, what?" I continued the slow torture as I placed two of my fingers into her mouth before she could respond. Her eyes were wide as I coated my fingers with her saliva before pulling them out and digging them inside of her wetness.