Sunday, July 28, 2019
OBSIDIANHADALWAYSTHOUGHTSLEEPWASOVERRATED.
At least until his body had begged for it.
After that last bout of sex, he’d carried Penelope to their bed, placed her beneath the blankets, and crawled in behind her. He’d been too tired to move, grateful to have her in his arms.
That had been a little over twelve hours ago. They’d slept through the day, waking twice when their bodies had sought pleasure from the other. He’d made love to her both times, keeping her close as he slowly drove them to orgasm before they’d drifted off again.
Of course, now that his eyes were open, his cock was raging, desperate to feel his female wrapped around him. Since she was still breathing deeply, Obsidian fought the urge to wake her, staring up at the darkened ceiling.
Perhaps because he didn’t have a blood-born family, he’d always anticipated the day he would have someone to call his own. Though thefiestreighhad become his family over the centuries, Obsidian had never felt complete. Not the way he did now. Not until Penelope.
Before his brothers had come along, Michael had kept him sheltered, with him at all times. Admittedly, the archangel wasn’t the fatherly type, nor had he pretended to be. The only thing he’d cared about was proving his worth to his father, ensuring God knew Obsidian was everything Michael had promised he would be. In turn, Obsidian had done the same, proving his worth to Michael. He’d never even received praise until his first mission with Stygian. His brother had been the one to outwardly express his gratitude for a job well done.
As far as Obsidian was concerned, the true praise came from Penelope’s love. She hadn’t said the words outright, but he could see her emotions in her eyes. Now, as he lay in the dark, it was hard to believe he was home and Penelope was here with him. From the moment he’d learned of her existence, he’d allowed two dozen scenarios to play out in his head. Honestly, Obsidian hadn’t expected it to turn out quite like this. Certainly not this quickly. But he couldn’t deny it felt as though they belonged here, secure within the walls of the mansion. If all went well, his brothers would arrive soon, safe and sound, theiramsouelotsat their side.
His cell phone buzzed on the nightstand and he reached for it, not wanting the noise to wake Penelope.
Taayin:We need to talk.
“Mmm, you’re awake,” Penelope whispered from beside him as she moved closer.
Obsidian dropped his phone and turned toward her, her curvy little ass spooned against his hips, her head resting beneath his chin.
“Definitely awake.” He leaned forward, kissed her jaw as he rocked his hips, his cock seeking the warm haven between her thighs.
Penelope moaned softly, inching closer, her lips brushing his forearm where it rested beneath her head.
“I need to be inside you,” he whispered against her ear. “To feel you.”
His female angled her hips as she lifted her leg, allowing him to guide his cock into her from behind.
She moaned softly as the slick walls of her sex clutched him, driving the air from his lungs in a rush. Exquisite sensation consumed him. She was wet and hot, her body taking him with ease.
He nuzzled her neck, his lips brushing the soft, warm skin. That sweet, powdery scent was stronger there. Obsidian took his time, rocking into her as he hugged her to him, her sweet scent intoxicating him.
“Obsidian … that feels so good.” She moaned softly. “Just like that.”
Closing his eyes, he allowed the sensations to consume him as he moved inside her. Minutes passed before he shifted his hand between her legs, teasing her clit in an effort to increase her pleasure.
Penelope began rocking against him in earnest, driving her hips back, his cock burrowing deeper.
“Make me come,” she pleaded, her urgency evident.
With his finger on her clit, his cock buried in the tight haven of her body, Obsidian drove them both to the edge, then right over the other side.
In an effort to give Penelope some privacy, Obsidian urged her to take her time in the shower while he pulled on his clothes and slipped out of the room. He texted Taayin, told the male to meet him in the main-floor office.
Obsidian stopped in the kitchen, accepted a cup of coffee from Phillip, theheurospin charge of the household.
“Good evening, sire,” Phillip greeted kindly. “It’s an honor to have you home once again.”
“It’s good to be home.” Though he’d only been gone for a few weeks this time, it had felt like an eternity.
“Shall I prepare the evening meal?”
He nodded, took a sip of his coffee, then headed toward the office at the back of the house. He’d just stepped inside when he heard footsteps behind him. Taayin walked in, closed the door.
