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I didn't have control of my body. Moans escaped my lips, which remained parted. I couldn't seem to close them. I grabbed his shoulders and dug my fingertips into his flesh. My head began shaking from side to side.

“No. Take it,” his deep, raspy voice demanded.

I didn't think I was going to make it.

Suddenly, my body froze, and my toes straightened out completely. I knew I had to be in some kind of shock as an eruption came, causing a rush through my body. My body went limp against him, and my head fell against his chest. My heart was racing, and I struggled to catch my breath. Onyx held on to me as he pulled his fingers out and placed them in his mouth.

Onyx grinned after sucking my essence off his fingertips. “I knew you would taste good. . . .”

He held me, kissing my forehead. Then he helped me stand and led me back to the water. It was an effort, as my legs felt like jelly. He stroked my hair as we sat in the bubbling water. I couldn't move. Onyx held me as I attempted to process what in the hell had just happened.

“Are you all right?” he asked after a while, finally breaking the silence.

I nodded my head.

“We should dry off,” he said.

Onyx got out of the water and helped me out. I turned the water temperature down in the grotto before we grabbed our clothes and headed back into the house. I went to my linen closet and grabbed two bath towels.

“Would you like to take a shower? I can put your stuff in my washer and have it clean and dry for you in a little while,” I said as I handed him one of the towels.

“That sounds good. But I'm not taking a shower by myself.” Onyx looked at me with a devilish grin. “Don't worry about my clothes. I'm going to go outside and get some dry clothes, and we are going to shower when I come back in.”

My eyes widened. I had just been mostly naked in front of him, and
now
he wanted me to go fully nude?

It took him only a minute or two to retrieve a small duffel bag from his car. He grabbed my hand and began to walk toward the back of my house, as if he knew where he was going. Taking the lead, I guided him to my master bedroom. He nodded his head, impressed by my California king bed, which sat in the middle of the big room. We walked into my bathroom, and he turned the light on. I watched as Onyx turned on the shower. Within moments, steam began to fill the room. He pulled his underwear off, allowing me to check out the amazing ass he had on him. I watched him climb in the shower. His arm reached out for me.

I took a deep breath and pulled off my underwear. I stepped in the shower and allowed the water to hit my hair. My flat-ironed hair quickly curled, returning to its natural state. We took turns washing the chlorine from the grotto off our bodies. He didn't try anything sexual; this was purely sensual and sincere.

After the shower, we dried each other off. Onyx ran his hands through my long, curly hair.

“I love your natural curl. You should wear it sometimes,” he said as he massaged my scalp with his hands.

I could feel myself blushing. I didn't know what was going to happen next. I washed our wet underwear in the sink and then put it in the dryer. I didn't want him to leave, but I didn't know what the protocol was for situations like this.

“It should be dry soon,” I said as I walked back into my bedroom to find Onyx sitting on the side of my bed and rubbing the ends of his wet locks with a towel. He looked amazing. He was shirtless and had a pair of jogging pants on.

“Oh? What? Are you putting me out now?” he questioned while staring at me.

“No, of course not. You can stay. I want you to stay. Wait. Do you want to stay?”

Onyx laughed. He patted the spot next to him on the bed. I walked closer to him, allowing him to put his arms around me and pull me between his legs.

“I'm not going anywhere,” he replied as he kissed me right above my belly button. Those were the best words he had ever spoken to me.

We lay back on the bed, and Onyx held me in his arms as he quickly fell asleep. I listened to the sound of his breathing as his chest moved up and down. I watched him sleep for a moment, still in awe that this incredible creature was in my bed. I knew I had to accept that something amazing had happened and I had loved every moment. I turned over and closed my eyes, hoping the night wouldn't end.

The light coming in my windows blinded me when I woke up. I stretched for a moment, before remembering what had occurred the night before. I turned over to see Onyx's back turned toward me. He was still sleeping. I smiled. It wasn't a dream—he was there, and everything had happened the way I remembered.

I tiptoed into the bathroom to freshen up. I put conditioner in my hair to loosen up the tight curls, brushed my teeth, and sprayed on a little body splash. I wanted to cook for him, so I headed to the kitchen. I pulled out my Rubbermaid containers filled with precut veggies that I used to make my omelets most mornings. I grabbed the turkey bacon and sausage, and within minutes, my house smelled like breakfast goodness.

It didn't take long for the aroma to alert Onyx's senses. I heard him walking sluggishly into the room. I turned around and smiled when I saw he was still shirtless. I couldn't help but notice the large print his dick made in his pants. He sat on one of my bar stools.

“Girl, I woke up thinking I was at IHOP or something. What are you in here making?” Onyx said, rubbing his eyes.

“I have turkey bacon and sausage cooking, and I was going to make you an omelet, but I didn't know what you wanted in it.”

“I told you before, I'm a fat boy. I'll eat anything you put in front of me.” He gave me a wink.

I finished making the breakfast, and we sat down to eat. I stole glimpses of him as he devoured his meal. He was starting to cloud my mind inadvertently with every moan or shake of the head. He seemed to really be enjoying the food.

“So, how are you feeling?” Onyx asked, though he had a mouth full of bacon.

“I feel fine. Why?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I just want to do a check-in, see if you are all right.”

I smiled. “I'm cool. How about you? Are you all right?”

“Oh, I'm in heaven right now. I'm eating this fly-ass breakfast, so things are rather perfect.”

We sat in silence as we both continued to eat. The events from the night before ran through my mind. I felt amazing, and I had yet to be penetrated by him. I thought about the pain I had felt when he first entered me with his two fingers. I wondered how painful things would be when something bigger replaced them.

“What's on your mind?” Onyx asked, obviously noticing my daydreaming.

“Can I ask one question?” I asked him.

Onyx nodded his head.

“Why did you use only your fingers yesterday?” I put my elbow on the table.

Onyx giggled. “Look at Speedy Gonzalez over here. I already told you, I am not going to do more until I feel like you are completely comfortable.”

“I was—”

“No you weren't,” Onyx said, cutting me off. “Even in the water you still tried to put your hand over your scar. And when we were taking a shower, you did it again. I think it was subconsciously, but you still did it. I want you to get to the point where you can walk around this bitch buck naked and know that I still crave only you.”

The familiar knots formed in my stomach. I knew he was right. Even with him sitting directly in front of me, my mind still couldn't completely grasp the fact that this beautiful man wanted to be here with me. I had never thought I had a self-esteem issue, but having an Adonis who could have any woman he wanted tell me how he craved me just was hard to comprehend.

“So when is your birthday again?” Onyx asked me.

“July sixth.”

He shook his head. “You damn Cancers, with your crazy asses.” He laughed.

We finished eating and headed back to the bedroom. I made the bed, while he took a shower. He came out of the bathroom completely dressed, with his locks pulled back in a ponytail.

“I gotta roll out. Gotta get to work. And I have rehearsal tonight,” he said as he threw his sleep clothes back in his bag.

“Yeah, I should probably get some work done too,” I said, trying to hide my disappointment. I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the day in his arms.

I walked him to the door. We hugged for a while before finally letting go. Onyx planted a kiss on my cheek before walking out the door. I closed the door behind him. The room instantly felt cold and lonely.

I was in a self-inflicted tug-of-war. On the one hand, I was spending a lot of time with Onyx, and I was loving every moment of it. He was unique and always kept me guessing. We went to some of the best galleries in the city. He talked about art and music with more passion than most people talked about anything. We took a dinner cruise on the Mississippi, danced during a salsa night at my club, and tried some of new restaurants that were opening up all over Midtown and Downtown Memphis.

We spoke of things in the future tense. We both talked about spending a weekend in New Orleans and New York. I brought up going out of the country, even if it was somewhere simple, like Mexico or Jamaica. I loved thinking of a future with him in it.

Yet, even with things going so well, he had yet to touch me again since the first incident in the grotto. Besides heavy kissing and cuddling, he hadn't made a move on me. I had tried little things to entice him, like wearing new, scanty sleepwear or sexy underwear, but nothing had worked. I couldn't even get the finger action that had driven me crazy the first time.

Now we sat on my couch, watching television. Onyx was into the nature channel, especially any program that showed hunters versus prey. While watching a tiger about to pounce on an unsuspecting herd of gazelle, I wondered if maybe I was the problem. Maybe he was waiting on me to make the first move, to show him that I was ready for another step.

I rested my head against his broad shoulder. He smiled, then kissed me on my forehead before turning back to the television. I peered up at him and put my hand on his thigh. I caressed it up and down until he shook his head.

“What are you doing, Coral? Trying to wake the snake?” Onyx snickered.

“Maybe,” I said as I moved my hand closer to his crotch. “Maybe I'm a tiger about to pounce.”

“A tiger wouldn't tell the prey she was about to pounce on them.” He smiled.

“Well, I'm a new tiger, and not sure of all the rules yet,” I said as my hand made it to the bulge in his pants.

Onyx put his hand on my hand. “Coral, baby . . .”

“Onyx, why haven't you touched me since, well, you know?”

Onyx turned his body toward me. “I told you already, we aren't doing anything until I feel you are completely comfortable.”

“I am.” I slouched down on the couch. “See? This is comfortable.”

Onyx laughed.

I sat back up and put my hand back on his knee. He looked so good, even when he had a serious expression on his face.

“Babe, you know the crazy thing about mouths is that they can say a lot of stuff. That doesn't necessarily make it true.” Onyx winked his right eye at me.

My body was heating up. I didn't know if I was just horny or if I was frustrated by the fact that he wouldn't give me what I really wanted.

“Look, I don't know how comfortable you expect me to get. But I do know that I like you, I want you, and I want to do it with you.” I folded my arms in protest.

“You want to do it with me,” Onyx repeated. “You saying that lets me know you aren't ready.” He chuckled again. His laugh was sexy and annoying.

I sat back on the couch, knowing that I was arguing with a brick wall. My body was craving Onyx, and he simply sat there, watching a movie, ignoring the vibrations I was sending his way. A minute later Onyx put his arm around me and pulled me back into his arms.

“Check this out, Coral. I dig you. You are a phenomenal chick. Under many circumstances I would love nothing more than to knock you off right. But because I do like you, I'm not trying to break something that I'm not in the position to purchase.”

His words replayed in my head. I wanted to scream.

“How can you be more concerned about my virginity than I am?” I questioned.

“Because I care about you, and I know what comes with the whole thing, Coral. You are special. And that mouth of yours might say you don't want a relationship, but in the end, once that transfer of energy happens, you don't know that you are going to feel the same way.”

I stood up and stood in front of him, blocking his view of the television. I didn't want anything to distract him from me.

“Look, I completely appreciate the fact that you care. Actually, that's one of the reasons why I want to give it to you to begin with. But you know what? This is reminding me of when I had my surgery. Those nurses and doctors asked me a million times if I ever wanted children. Most of them couldn't believe that I was a young woman who didn't want kids. But I've always known kids were not in my cards. I am not a person who goes back on what she knows she wants. It's part of what makes me such a successful entrepreneur. I'm decisive. I know that I am totally happy being single, and I know that a long-term relationship is something that I just don't care about, unlike most women. So no matter what energy shifts, I know in the end I will be perfectly fine with kicking it with you the way we are now.”

“Again—”

“Again nothing,” I said, cutting Onyx off in mid-sentence. “There is one thing I want, and I want you to be the one. So stop treating me like I'm some lovesick seventeen-year-old.”

I didn't move from where I stood. He stared at me as I stood there, arms folded, as serious as I could be. Onyx ran his hands through his dreads. I could almost see the wheels turning in his head. His agonized expression worried me. Was I pushing too hard?

“How about a middle ground?” I said as I unfolded my arms, trying not to be as combative.

“What would that be?” Onyx folded his arms. I acted as if I hadn't noticed.

“You want to take it slow. I get it. But there is one thing that I've always wanted to try that would be a win-win for both of us. I want to try giving you head.”

Onyx raised a quizzical eyebrow. “And how is that a win-win for both of us if you don't know what you are doing?”

“Because, Professor, you get to teach me.”

I wasn't sure what was coming over me, but I felt flirty and seductive. Onyx shifted his position on the couch, obviously enjoying the playful banter. He continued to look at me, until the right side of his mouth curled upward, causing his dimple to appear.

Nerves started to settle in, but I refused to let them take over the moment. I sucked my fears up when Onyx grasped my hands, and I got down on my knees. Onyx raised his arms and rested his head on them. My furrowed eyebrows made him laugh.

“You gotta go get what you want, Coral.” Onyx's expression didn't change as he continued to watch me with a cheeky smile on his face.

I rolled my eyes as I placed my hands on the button on his jeans. My nerves were now taking over again. My hands were trembling as I unbuttoned the button and slowly unzipped his pants. I knew it was now or never. I inhaled as I reached inside the opening in his briefs. The hardness startled me.

Onyx put his hand on my shoulder. “Don't be nervous. Just pull it out,” his raspy voice whispered.

I did as I was told. I pulled it out and was face-to-face with his penis. He filled my hand; it felt even bigger in my hand than when I saw it in the shower. It was much bigger this close up. My terror didn't suppress the desire that I had. I wanted to do this.

I licked my lips and slowly parted them. I closed my eyes and leaned in to his crotch, then took his tip in my mouth. I pressed my lips together, allowing them to wrap around the thickness. I thought about the pornos that I had watched recently. The one thing I always noticed was there was no hesitation. I began to mimic what I'd seen in the movies, bobbing up and down his shaft. I was impressing myself. I had had no idea I could get so deep.

“Coral,” Onyx called. “Babe.”

I stopped, opened my eyes, and saw a peculiar look on Onyx's face. His forehead was crinkled between his eyes.

“What's wrong?” I asked.

“Babe, you gotta stop watching porn.” He patted my shoulder. “You are doing way too much.”

I glanced down at his penis. I was shocked. While I had thought I had his whole penis in my mouth, the glistening of my saliva showed me that I had barely gotten past the tip. I wanted to run into my bedroom and never come out. I felt Onyx's hand on my face. He grasped my chin and raised my head. Our eyes met.

“Coral, that shit on TV is fake, and I don't want you to try to be someone else. I want you to do what you feel is comfortable for you. This isn't a race. Take your time, relax, and just go for it.”

His words comforted me. Even though I was still highly embarrassed, I didn't want to give up before really trying. And looking at him, seeing the sincerity on his face only made me want to succeed even more.

So I went for it. I closed my eyes and thought about all the things I wanted him to do to me. I craved his kisses as I kissed his tip. Picturing his arms around me fueled the passion that I had as my lips gently pressed his erection. I took my time, slowly sucking, allowing the tip of my tongue to dance around his thickness. With each stroke, I furthered the deepness, testing my own limits and abilities.

I didn't know what it was, but something about having him in my mouth was liberating. The soft moans that escaped his mouth aroused me, each one fueling the carnal desire that was consuming me. Holding his most cherished part in my hands made me feel a power I had never felt before.

I was in control in that moment, and I loved it.

Adrenaline coursed through my body, and my pussy pulsated with its own rhythm. The familiar fire was pooling in my abdomen, the same feeling he had given me in the grotto. I was close; I could feel the waves of energy forming in my toes and creeping slowly up my body, seeking a release. I didn't stop; I wanted more. I wanted nothing more in that moment than for him to experience his own version of what I was feeling right then. There, on my knees, I discovered a new love in my life. I loved giving this man head.

I could hear Onyx's stifled breathing after the moans stopped. I felt Onyx's hand grip my shoulder. I frowned when he asked me to stop while pushing me away from the thing giving me so much pleasure. My hand was still wrapped around his dick, and he placed his hand on top of mine and moved it back and forth in a steady motion. A deep moan escaped his mouth as he came. I felt the warmth as his cum trickled onto my hand. I usually stopped videos right here, since I was grossed out by cum shots. But Onyx was right. This wasn't the movies; this was beautiful.

He sat there, head resting back on my couch. I smiled as he incoherently applauded my work. The curious part of me wanted details.

“Was it okay? What do you want me to do differently?” I babbled.

“Shh.” Onyx put his finger on his lips. After a moment of silence, he leaned down and planted a kiss on my lips. “Perfect.”