Page 36 of Resisting Mr Black

He pulls my top up and over my head in one move. Then he slowly, teasingly glides his palms up the dip in my spine and unfastens the clasp of my black lace bra, tossing it to the floor. I’m naked from the waist up but don’t have time to dwell on it as he cups a breast in each hand and gently kneads, sending pulses of delight shooting to my centre. He presses his cheek against mine and I feel a quiver between my thighs.

“You feel like silk. I knew you would.” Then his hands leave my body and he moves away. My eyes snap open at the loss of contact as panic shoots through me.

“Don’t stop.”

Even before I finish speaking his hands are on my waist, and he’s turning me round to face him. I’m hit with a full-on view of his gorgeous face and I worry I’m dreaming and that I’m going to wake up any moment. This man has the face of a god, and he wants me. But it’s more than that. As his carnal gaze roams over my naked breasts there’s a mixture of adoration and awe in his eyes and it pushes the air from my lungs and heats my sensitive skin. He’s looking at me as if I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, and I feel like a goddess. In this moment, I’m the only woman in the world.

He lifts his eyes to mine and kneels in front of me. I breathe harder as he unfastens my trousers, curls his fingers around the waistband, and pulls them down to my ankles. He places his mouth on the top of my right thigh and leaves a trail of kisses all the way down to my knee. His touch is gentle and precise as if he’s got all the time in the world and it sends my lust-addled brain into a frenzy. He picks up my right foot, pulls off my shoe, and tosses it over his shoulder, then does the same to my left foot. I step out of my trousers and he flings them to the side as he trails a line of kisses up my left thigh, but this time he doesn’t stop. I bite my lip as he carries on planting kisses over the black lace on my hip then up over the dip of my stomach to my belly and I think I’m going to combust. His hands cup my buttocks, and he tilts his face upwards to look at me.

“I love you in black lace. But I love you even more out of it.” He drags my knickers down my legs, and I step out of them as he eases them off my bare feet. He slowly rises to his feet, taking his time as he draws his gaze up my naked body. At first, I feel exposed and vulnerable, but as his eyes finally reach mine, those feelings are thwarted, and I feel like a goddess once more. I’ve never felt like this before. It’s a feeling I could become addicted to. “You’re a work of art.” His tone is hushed. “Lie back on the bed.”

I shift backwards onto the grey bed sheet as he crawls up the bed, positioning himself over me. He kisses me deeply and languidly and my fingers itch in desperation to touch him. I can’t wait any longer. I push his top upwards over the roped muscles of his back and he takes my cue, reaching his right hand behind his head and pullinghis shirt off in one move. Our lips break contact for a second, then his mouth is back on mine as he takes his time, kissing me expertly, slowly. My core throbs as I press my palms against his toned abs and hear a groan erupt from the back of his throat as he tenses beneath my hands. I glide them lower, against the curves and dips of his muscles, feeling the scatter of black hairs around his belly button tickle my fingertips. His body feels as if it has been carved from stone and I never want to stop touching him.

He cups my right breast and rolls the pink bud of my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I cry out in surprise. The slight pain is followed by an onslaught of pleasure as the blood rushes to my sore nipple and a moan escapes my lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers against my mouth and I close my eyes and prepare myself as he submits the left nipple to the same glorious assault.

“My beautiful Sophie.”

Desire tugs deep in my stomach and in this moment I want to be his. His mouth begins working down my body. I glance down to watch him plant a hot heavy kiss on the sensitive skin between my breasts, then he moves a few inches lower, kissing my stomach, before pressing his lips to my belly button, his tongue dipping inside. My eyes snap closed as he scores a molten trail with his tongue from my navel all the way down across my pubic bone. My chest heaves as his lips brush against my clitoris and I gasp as my body flushes beneath his touch. I’ve never felt so turned on in all my life and I fear I might implode.

“You taste amazing.” I feel his weight shifting off me and open my eyes. He stands at the foot of the bed and steps out of his chinos. I suck in a long breath as I admire his body. He’s the perfect mix of muscular and lean, all wrapped up in dark good looks and taut golden skin. A long, thick erection is tenting the material of his black Calvin Kleins. I notice a silvery scar beneath his navel, about three inches long. Before I can ask any questions, he crawls back up the bed and lays the length of his delicious body against mine. My heartbeat rockets as I wait for his touch and I feel an ache between my legs at the anticipation of what he might do next. I briefly close my eyes. I’ve never ached for a man to touch me before. Or fuck me before. I don’t know whathe’s doing to me. The thought unnerves me a little but I don’t have opportunity to think about it as I feel the pillow dip and I open my eyes to be greeted by the sight of his chiselled face inches above mine. He adjusts his position slightly, propping his head on his left palm. His chocolate-brown eyes hold mine. Tendrils of hair have fallen across his brow and my heart squeezes at the pure beauty of this man. I’ll never grow tired of looking at him.

He glides his free hand across my waist and over my stomach, moving lower. I hear my breathing deepen as his hand curls between my legs, sending a bolt of pleasure through my body and I moan at the feel of him against my most intimate spot.

“You’re so responsive.” He’s studying my reaction closely as he touches me. “And it’s so fucking hot.”

His thumb begins lazy circular strokes around my swollen nub and my eyes flicker closed as I succumb to the glorious tightness ratcheting in between my legs.

“Are you on the pill?”

Pressure is fizzing at my core and smashing my concentration to pieces. I gulp down a lungful of air and try to focus. “Yes.”

“Then I won’t use a condom.”

His response has me snapping my eyes open. “But that doesn’t protect us against STIs and—” He pushes two long fingers deep inside me and my brain stops working. “I’ve always used a condom in the past.”

I squirm with pleasure as my muscles tense around him.

He curls his fingers and I feel my body flush with warmth. “I’m clean, are you?”

I can hear the words, but I’m struggling to process the answer as he strokes the front wall of my vagina in just the right spot, knowing exactly what to do.

After a few seconds I regain some composure. “You’re good at this,” I pant.

“Very.” His fingers increase their pressure on my sweet spot, and I grind my hips beneath his hand as the slickness builds between my legs. “Are you clean?” he repeats and I realise I haven’t given him an answer.

“I’ve always been careful.”

“So have I, but I want to feel every inch of you.”

And I want to feel every inch of him.I entwine my fingers through his soft, thick hair and kiss him deeply, pulling his face to mine. My muscles tighten around his fingers and my thighs begin to tremble as he carries on with steady strokes. I’m slightly unnerved because I’ve never felt intensity like this. My orgasm is approaching like a ten-tonne truck and I’m not sure what to expect.

“Art…” I gasp against his mouth but can’t finish the sentence as a contraction knocks my focus.

“You’re close.”He knows.“Come.”

I tear my hands from his hair and slam them down into the mattress as my body arches off the bed, my orgasm crashing through me like a wave. Every muscle in my body tenses and my limbs vibrate in the grip of the most intense climax I’ve ever experienced. My brain is mush as I dissolve into the sheets, wrung out, disorientated, and totally relaxed. He kisses me gently as I come back down to earth.

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