Page 51 of Resisting Mr Black

“It’s what you do to me,” I manage to throw back his own line at him, but my voice is hoarse from the heavy breathing, and I sound nothing like myself.

He lifts his eyes to mine and frowns. “I meant what I said. If you keep talking, Iwon’t let you come.”

I screw my eyes shut because I can’t even comprehend what he’s just said. My body is burning for him to finish what he’s started and I’m not sure how I’m going to get through this if he’s about to do what I think he is.

He doesn’t give me time to prepare myself as he glides his tongue across my swollen folds and it’s all I can do to grab the restraints around my wrists and yank down on them to stop myself from screaming. His tongue teases my clit and I’m already there. I know he’s pushing me, and I’m determined not to be beaten but heat is rising from my core, enveloping my body and I know I’m so very close.

And he knows it too.

“Put your feet on my shoulders,” he orders.

I hesitate, not totally understanding the direction or how it’s going to work. I’m in no frame of mind for complicated instructions. He must catch my confused expression because the next thing I know his hands are around the back of my thighs, guiding my legs up as he moves over me and presses the head of his erection against my vagina. I’ve barely got my bearings when he pushes into me. I cry out as he penetrates me deeper than ever before and my walls quiver around his cock as they hold him inside me. He’s as close to the edge as me and I’m thankful because I can’t take any more. Especially not now he’s giving me what I so desperately need.

“You feel amazing,” he rasps.

I can hear him but I’m not registering the words. My eyes roll back in my head as he drives into me and I let out a moan, unable to help myself. I can’t hold it back any longer.

“And you’re mine.”

He thrusts into me again and I clench around him.

“Say you’re mine, Sophie.”

I can’t take much more of this. I can’t. “I’m going to come,” I pant.

He pushes into me and his cock pulsates.

“Say it!”

I grip the restraints as my back curls against the bed. Right now, I’ll do whatever he wants me to. “I’m yours!”

He withdraws, then slams into me one final time. “Now.”

I’m gone. I come apart beneath him and make a noise I’ve never heard before as my breath leaves my body. Thought and speech are redundant as wave after undulating wave sweeps over my body from head to toe, leaving me dizzy and disorientated. He’s with me every step of the way as he, too, tips over the edge, rolling his hips over and over until he’s spent. My body sags against the sheets and my head grows heavy as I slowly come back down to earth.

Fuck!

He shifts over me and unties the restraints from my wrists, gently lowering my arms to the pillows. Soft lips brush against mine, pulling me from my chilled, post-coital bliss and I open my eyes.

“Are you okay?” he whispers, brushing his fingertips across my cheek. “That was pretty intense.”

I nod. Everything about him is intense, I’ve come to realise. “It was, but it was also pretty good.”

His dark eyes search my face. “I’m glad you think so. I really wanted you to enjoy it. I know it’s a bit strange the first time you try something like that,” he smiles. “You’re perfect.” He lowers his mouth to mine and kisses me softly.

So is he. Every inch of him.

I turn onto my side with a sleepy smile on my face and close my eyes. His arms slide around my waist as the pillow behind my head dips and his nose nuzzles into the back of my hair. I’m beaming from the inside out and can’t stop. I want to stay here forever.

I drift off into a blissful, contented sleep where I think I hear him whisper, “I’m going to keep you.” But I can’t be sure.

Fourteen

Golden shards of early morning sunlight spill across the parquet through the gap in the curtains. A thick golden forearm is draped around my waist, and I roll over to ogle its owner. Even though I’ve admired every angle of the gorgeous man beside me, my heart races in my chest and my stomach does a weird backflip whenever I look at him. Long lashes cast shadows against his cheekbones as he sleeps likes a peaceful handsome giant. He looks how I feel, totally content.

The bitter tang of reality creeps unwanted into my thoughts. Our bubble has to burst when we go back to work. I’m caught off guard at the emptiness I feel at the thought of not having him to myself all day, and mentally reign myself in. I can’t get carried away with this. It would be so easy to get lost in the romance and sex of it. In him. He’s a deadly concoction of handsome, charming, and sexy and his touch turns my body and mind to mush. But I have to remain realistic. Is it all about thesex? Most likely. Despite this, I’m still not prepared for the spell to be broken. I want to lose myself in him one more time.

His breathing changes, and he stirs, blinking open his eyes and focusing on me. He gives a sleepy half-smile causing my heart to turn over. “Morning, my beautiful Sophie.”

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