Page 67 of Resisting Mr Black

I couldn’t if I wanted to. Tiredness hits me like a wave and it’s taking all of my concentration to keep upright.

I hear the sound of running water coming from the en-suite, then moments later I feel the mattress dip again and something cool and soft is wiping my bare behind. I instinctively tense at the cold dampness against my hot flesh, but then I realise he’s cleaning me up.

“How do you feel about what we tried tonight?”

I nod. “It was different.”

“Different good or different bad?”

Definitely good.“Good.”

“It seems tonight’s the nights for firsts.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “It’s the first time I’ve been on a date and the first time you’ve tried nipple clamps and anal.”

“Mmmm...” is all I can muster in agreement, as my focus is waning and my eyelids grow heavy as the need for sleep is winning.

He removes the flannel from between my legs and I feel his warm palm gently stroke down the centre of my back. “You’re tired.”

I nod, too exhausted to speak.

“Come then, Sophie. You need to sleep.”

The mattress moves as he shifts off the bed then two strong arms slide underneath my naked body, and I’m suddenly being lifted up and turned over. Soft sheets are beneath me as he lowers me down. I briefly open my eyes to find he’s put me in bed, and I snuggle into the pillow under my head. Seconds later, the covers shift and a hard, warm body presses against the length of mine and an arm wraps around my waist. I snuggle backwards into him, loving the feeling of his powerful body cocooning mine as he nuzzles his nose into my neck.

He kisses me lightly on the neck and speaks in a mere whisper. “You’re adorable like this.”

I’ve never felt so happy and I want to feel this way forever. Exhaustion wins, and I start to drift off into a blissful, contented sleep.

“I’m going to look after you forever,” he whispers in my ear as my consciousness shifts and I’m no longer sure whether I’m awake or asleep. I’m dreaming, I decide… I must be.

Long, lazy summer days stretch into weeks, and we easily fall into a regular routine. I stay over at Art’s place most evenings. He drives us into work each morning and I make a dash from his car to my office, trying not to be seen by the other staff. He continues to not give a fuck. Every day is full of stolen kisses at work, butterflies in my stomach at the mere thought of him, and mind-blowing sex. He fills every inch of my life, my thoughts, my mind. I’m not sure what we are and I’m not ready to ask him. He’s never been in a relationship before, and I don’t want to come across as pushy and scare him off because I can’t imagine him not being in my life. And it kills me to think that could ever be the case.

Twenty

The soft, first light of dawn plays at the edge of the curtains and the smell of sex fills the bedroom as I’m awoken by smooth, warm flesh pressing against my body and a pair of soft lips brushing against mine. I flicker open my eyes to find a pair of liquid brown eyes staring down at me. Art’s firm, warm body is covering mine and I feel his erection between my thighs.

My stomach flips at the sight of his dishevelled ruggedness. His hair is sticking up this way and that but does nothing to lessen the impact of his perfect face. He gives me one of those easy smiles as he gazes down at me and makes me feel as if I’m the only woman in the world.

I reach up a hand and graze my fingers against the stubble of his jaw and smile. “Am I dreaming?”

“No.” He plants a light kiss on my lips. “But I think I am because I can’t believe you’re real.”

I cup my hand around his jaw and graze my thumb over his cheekbones as I take in the sight of the beautiful man in front of me. “I’m real.”

He lowers his head and places his lips against the base of my throat. I close my eyes. “I know a good way we can find out.”

He slides into me with one smooth push, and we both groan at the feel of him filling me completely. I tilt my hips, taking him deeper, and wrap my legs around his waist as he takes my hands and presses them into the pillow above my head.

“Look at me.”

I open my eyes at the request.

He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he withdraws to the tip and thrusts into me, taking his time. “I love being one with you.”

I bite down on my lip to stem my ragged breathing as my core tightens around him.

“I can’t get enough of you.” He pushes into me again, slowly causing my muscles to clench. If he’s planning on taking it slow and steady, then I’m not sure I’m going to be able to hold out.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he breathes, sliding inside me again and pressing his warm lips to my cheek.

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