Page 7 of Welcome to the Table

Klarity

“ N o, don’t go. Turn around. Go back to the house. We not leaving like this,” I told Calliope, pulling at his arm that rested between us.

We made it to the house in record time, and he hopped out of the car, not bothering to come around and open my door like he always did. Clear indication that he was pissed. I got out just as he opened the front door. I grabbed his forearm, and he swiftly looked back at me.

“You know how I feel about that touching shit.” He looked down at my hand on his arm, and I quickly moved it.

He was right. I knew about his OCD, and I accepted it because I was in love with him.

I moved my hand, and he turned completely to look at me.

That didn’t stop me, though. I grabbed his arm again, pulling him toward me.

I loved this man. Every inch of him belonged to me.

I pushed my body lovingly against his and wrapped my arms as far as they could go around his neck.

One hand came around to his chest to soothe his rapid heartbeat.

Whatever conversation he had on the phone had him on ten, and I wanted to calm him before he left.

I didn’t want him to leave the house with his mind in shambles, and I knew just what to do to get him back on the right track.

“Don’t leave yet,” I told him, and walked to the massive kitchen. I looked in the drawer by the kitchen and grabbed a pair of black gloves.

I knew Calliope inside and out. There were no secrets lingering between us, and it wasn’t about to start.

I slid the gloves on and made my way to him.

My dress left little to the imagination.

He didn’t have a problem with it. If he did, he didn’t have a problem voicing it or simply ripping it off me.

I pranced back over to where he stood by the door and grabbed his hand.

While walking, I slipped off my vest and pulled my dress over my head, but kept on my heels with my bra and panty set.

I guided him back to our bedroom and stood in front of him on the bed.

His eyes raked over my body as I watched in admiration because of his strength.

I knew he would go to war with dragons for me, and I would do the same for him.

I unhooked each button in a slow but subtle motion, teasing him.

Surprisingly, he let me since we’d just had sex, and his attitude didn’t fit this narrative.

I pulled his jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

Then, I noticed the guns in each holster on his vest and proceeded to take each gun out and put them on the armoire behind us.

I undid his shirt and pulled that off too.

Pulling his vest off, I put it on top of his guns because I knew he always liked his things nice and neat, hence the gloves I had on.

Calliope was a peculiar man, and that’s what I loved about him.

After pulling his shirt off, I folded it and stacked it neatly, looking into his eyes.

He groaned, and that was the green light for me to keep going.

I squatted below him and rubbed his dick through his pants.

I knew he wanted me to take this in slow motion.

His vessel was hard as a brick, and my mouth salivated because I knew it would taste as good as it felt under the fabric.

I was the only one who knew how to handle Calliope, but I knew I flew off the handle when he first came home, and rightfully so.

He always got into some shit when it came to his brother, but I realized in the life that he lived, anything was possible.

I was just glad he came back home in one piece.

I unbuckled his belt and pulled it from his pants, placing it next to his clothes.

Carefully, I unbuttoned his slacks, put my hand inside, and rubbed his dick.

I looked up at him, and he stared down at me, biting his bottom lip, displaying his grill.

The veins in his arms popped as he stumbled a bit from the friction that my hand was causing.

I massaged his dick from the tip all the way down to his shaft and used my other hand to massage his balls.

“Fuck, Klarity, you are driving a nigga crazy.” He ran his hand over his head, losing control.

I wanted him to unravel before me. I hadn’t even touched him yet, and he was losing it. I pulled his pants to his ankles.

“Step out of your shoes and pants.” It came out more like a command. I needed to maintain control.

This was my show. He stepped out of his shit, and I neatly put them away. I was back on my knees with my glove-covered hands massaging his dick. He grabbed the base, tapping his tip against my lips.

“Open up.” His eyes filled with yearning, lust, and even wanting. He needed this, and I was happy to oblige.

I sucked the head of his dick into my mouth, savoring the taste. He would always laugh when I said his dick tasted like my favorite candy, a Symphony bar. I sucked just the head and felt his hand trying to push my head further down his shaft, but I wouldn’t budge.

“I got this. I don’t need help.” I hummed, and he shivered. I took him into my mouth inch by inch until I hit the base, using my tongue to swirl around each vein I felt. He grabbed my hair, gripping it somewhat tightly, but not too much pressure.

“Do you know how sexy you look sucking my dick?” He moaned, and that evoked another sexual level within me.

I bobbed my head at a slow and steady pace because we didn’t have to rush.

I didn’t give a fuck where he was off to; that shit could wait.

Bobbing my head up and down in response, I used my hands to beat his meat while sucking the tip.

Precum oozed from it, and I licked it, smearing it all over my lips.

He tasted so good. This time, I let him stumble back on the bed.

His dick started to jump, and I knew he was near climax, but I didn’t want him to nut in my face; I wanted him to release inside me.

I pulled his dick out of my mouth, making a popping sound, and he sat up on his elbows, looking at me with low eyes.

He squeezed the base of his dick like it was painful.

I knew he wanted to nut, but I was not letting him yet.

“Come ride this dick like I taught you.” He groaned, and I stood up.

I crawled up his body and straddled him. He reached up, ripping my bra and thong off. I got on my toes and placed my hot entrance right above his tip. Then, I slid down on him inch by inch and was surprised that he didn’t ask about a condom.

“Fuck, Klarity.” He moaned.

I arched my back so he could dig deeper inside me.

He sat up with me on him and bit my left nipple while pinching the right.

I fed him my breast. His hand snaked around the front of my neck as the other gripped my hip.

He pulled me closer to him, and our bodies touched.

He hissed, and I knew he was tolerating the body-to-body.

I was opening him up more and more. Melph had fucked him up bad, but I was going to change all of that.

I rocked my hips slowly but steadily, so he could feel my love pour into him.

My intention was not to make him weak but to pour strength into him and show him what real love felt like.

I rolled in a circle, and I knew that would torture him.

I lightly bounced. His dick grazed my clit with each stroke, and I was about to climax.

My inner muscles started to contract, and I was on the verge of coming, but he picked me up before I could reach my peak.

His hand rubbed the side of my face. Then he pulled my chin to meet his lips, and he sucked my tongue like never before.

The love that he was pouring into me brought tears to my eyes, but I tried to keep them at bay.

I failed miserably as tears started to fall down my cheeks, and he kissed them away.

His thumb ran across my lips, and he stared at me with love in his eyes.

“I love you, Klarity, with everything in me, and that will never change as long as you stay the same.” He never blinked his eyes.

This was the man of my dreams and had been since we were little. He lifted both of us up and flipped me over on all fours. I arched my back deep, just how he liked it. I heard shuffling in the background and knew he was about to grab a Magnum Gold. It was the only kind he used. He reached over me.

“Open it.” He hated to touch anything without gloves on.

I took the condom from him and turned around to slide it on his hardened dick. He groaned because I massaged his dick in the process. After my handiwork, I turned around and assumed the position.

“Fuck me slow, Daddy,” I told him, and he gave me a half smile.

“Don’t tell me how to handle my pussy.” He looked at me hard with his hair dangling in his face.

I felt his tip at my entrance and sucked in a deep breath.

My walls clenched as I looked back at him, giving him a lazy grin.

He leaned forward, brushing my hair from my back to one side, so he could see my arch.

He deeply inhaled before pushing inside me slowly and gently.

He pulled back, and my head turned to look at him.

The look in his eyes was so tender that my chest ached.

This was love. Our definition of lovemaking, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Fuck, Calliope.”

He eased all the way in and stood there.

No movement. I felt him thumping inside me. He gripped my thick ass cheeks, controlling the rhythm.

“Throw that ass back, Klarity.” He moaned, leaning over in my ear.

Calliope’s tongue went up and down my spine, all the way to the base of my neck.

My body shivered as the breeze from his breathing tickled my skin.

This felt different. My stomach churned, but I brushed off the feeling.

I loved this man with every fiber of my being, but something was nagging at my insides.

Calliope’s warm hand slid up my back and around to my nipples.

He pinched each nipple, and my arms became weak.

“Mmmmmm.” I moaned and threw my ass in a slow circle to meet his thrusts.

“You gon’ make me bust, Klarity, with that slow circle shit.”

One of his hands reached between my legs and circled my clit. My hips bucked against him, and the strokes moved faster. I knew he was about to bust, and so was I.

“Come with me, Klarity,” he said, and that was all I needed to hear to make my walls contract around him.

I milked him for everything he had. My clit tingled and splashed waterfalls just as he started to move faster until the condom filled with his nut.

He towered over me, wrapping one arm around my neck and the other around my waist, flipping us over.

He landed on his back with my back against his front.

I lay flat against him with his dick still inside me.

I felt his dick get soft and sticky. I knew he wouldn’t like that, so I tried to get out of his grasp, but he held me hostage.

“Nah, just lay here with me for a minute. I need this body to body.”

I was surprised because he didn’t like that shit.

Usually, after the sex, I got up to clean up before he started to complain about our sweat mixing and rubbing against each other's skin.

He hated that, but this time was different.

I lay there, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking for a few minutes, but I knew he had to go.

This time, when I got up, he let me, and I went to the bathroom to clean myself of the sticky substance that had my middle wet.

My essence ran down my thighs as I got a towel and lathered it with soap.

I cleaned myself before grabbing another towel, repeating the same routine, and walking out of the bathroom.

I made my way to the bed, where he still lay on his back with that condom stuck to his dick.

I knew he wouldn’t touch it because he didn’t have gloves on.

I crawled between his legs, sliding the condom off and throwing it in the trash. Kneeling on the bed, I held his semi-hard dick in my hands and used the warm, soapy towel to clean him off. I made sure he was squeaky clean before I went to throw the towel in the hamper.

“Take those gloves off and come here,” he told me, and I climbed up his body.

I was hesitant to touch his face because I knew how he was. He grabbed my hand and put it to his cheek. I started to caress it.

“You deserve that right and so much more. Thank you for loving me when I thought no one else would.” He pecked my lips, but I sucked his.

“Now you gotta get up, so I can get my day started. I gotta get in the shower again.” He chuckled as I removed my body from his.

I knew what that meant. He wanted to shower alone, and I was okay with that.

I went to the other shower so he could have his alone time and get his thoughts together to prepare himself for what he had to do today.

We went our separate ways with different thoughts, but my mind was on his declaration of being in love with me.

It gave me butterflies, but scared me at the same time.

Calliope was the type of man who let his actions show what his words couldn’t say.

He was a quiet man. It scared me because he was using his voice even while we made love, which was a first. Calliope thought he could conquer the world, and I knew he could, but he wasn’t invincible.

I said a silent prayer that he would make it back home to me in one piece.

After our separate showers, we got dressed again and headed out the door to see what was popping in the city. This time, with smiles and a sense of comfort plastered on our faces.