Page 42 of Resisting Mr Black

“I couldn’t sleep, so at about half four this morning I drove over to the hotel and got her address from her personnel file.” He presses his forehead against mine. “Please, promise me you’ll never run again.”

I’m not there yet. The niggling voice at the back of my head is telling me there’s more to this man. An untold story that I’ve not even scratched the surface of. “I can’t... not yet.”

His mouth is on mine at once and I’m lost. My fingers bunch into his hair, drawing his lips firmly to mine as he lowers me backwards into the cushions and shifts his body over mine. My t-shirt is yanked over my head and off in one, my bra swiftly follows suit. He’s not hanging about. He rears back and presses his lips on the dip of my hips below my belly button then teasingly slowly places a line of kisses as he works his way down my body. The dull throbbing between my legs is back with a vengeance. I need him to finish what he started yesterday. The frenetic pace of removing my clothes has now slowed as he takes his time, teasing me as he unfastens my shorts, working them down my legs and off my feet, taking my knickers with them.

“I’ll never get tired of unwrapping this.” His eyes are almost black as they sweep up the length of my body as he kneels between my legs. He slides his hands beneath my buttocks tugging me towards him, so his face is level with my hips, and plants a kiss on my inner right thigh. I gasp at the feel of his stubble against my soft flesh as he slowly works his way upwards. I moan softly and close my eyes, concentrating on breathing as his heavy kisses get closer and closer. I quiver in anticipation of what’s about to happen. He’s in total control. Right now, he could tell me to do anything and I’m pretty sure I’d concur. His lips brush my clitoris with the lightest of touches and my hips jerk at the contact. I’m on fire, a heated mess beneath him, and he’s barely touched me yet.

His tongue teases me and my limbs tense, my nails digging into the blue velvet beneath me. His hands tighten their grip on my buttocks, lifting me into his face, as he parts my folds with his tongue and laps at my clitoris with firm strokes. He lets out a deep, low groan of delight and the vibration against my clitoris and his pleasure make my muscles contract and tighten. I squirm, tilting my hips upwards. He pulls his hand from beneath my buttock and presses against my hip, pushing me back down into the sofa. He’s keeping me still and reminding me who’s in control.

The tension inside of me is building quickly with every lap of his tongue and I know I’m close. As if he has a sixth sense, he thrusts two fingers inside of me and soon hits my sweet spot. It’s too much. My eyelids drop, and I gasp as a fresh wave of pleasure consumes me. I’m not going to last much longer.

“Let go.” His hot lips press against my clitoris and the firmness of his tone, combined with his fingers working their magic inside me, pushes me over the edge. I explode, a quivering, shaking mess riding the crest of my climax then relaxing down into the cushions. I close my eyes as a warm, fuzzy post-orgasmic feeling descends over me.

Moments later, I feel the brush of his skin against mine as his lips press against the curve between my breasts. He runs his tongue across my collarbone, up my throat to my mouth where he kisses me hard. I taste myself as he kisses me, before he pulls away to gaze down at me, the dark hair on his jaw glistening.

“I love the taste of you,” he whispers brushing his fingers through my hair. “It’s addictive.”

As I bask in his gentle words of adoration, I realise with a start that once again I’m sprawled beneath him totally naked while he’s still fully clothed. “Take your clothes off,” I pant.

He flashes a wicked grin and climbs to his feet. “I’m usually the one dishing out orders in the bedroom, but for now, I’ll make an exception.”

He tears his black t-shirt off then steps out of his jeans and boxers in double quick time. I’m not prepared. Not prepared at all for the exquisite sight before me. A long breath leaves my body as I stare in wonder at his glorious nakedness. I admire the sculptured muscles and lines of his upper body all the way down to his slim hips and draw in a sharp intake of breath as I take in the large, thick erection bobbing against his flat stomach. He’s perfection. Totally and utterly fuckable. And he knows it.

He lifts an eyebrow. “Is that better?”

He doesn’t need a reply, I’m sure it’s written all over my face.

Moving up my body, he takes my left hand and raises it above my head, then does the same with my right. He closes his fingers around my wrists and pushes them into the sofa, keeping them firmly in place above my head.

“I want to hold you down as we fuck.” He repositions himself and the thick, wet tip of his erection slides against my labia. I’m suddenly nervous.

I’ve never been held down wilfully by the hands. “I’m not sure…”

“Trust me,” he soothes and as his dark eyes hold mine, I feel reassured. “Restraint is a big thing for me. It’s one of the ways I like to be in control, but if you don’t like it, we won’t do it again.”

So, he’s planning on shagging me more than once, then?

He carries on, “Don’t speak unless I ask you a question.”

Another strategy for maintaining control,I surmise.

The thick head of his erection pushes against the entrance to my vagina, and I instinctively tense a little. He’s huge. I’m sure this is going to hurt.

“Relax,” he whispers, soothing me. “We’ll take it slow this time. Remember, trust me. I won’t hurt you.”

I lower my head back into the deep velvet cushion. I need to do as he says and trust him. He knows what he’s doing.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

I do as I’m told, curling my limbs around his back and crossing my ankles.

He slowly pushes inside me, inching his way in, careful not to hurt me. I know he’s being gentle, but I can’t stop the cry of surprise at the stretching and burning sensation as my muscles tighten around him. He fills me, deeper and wider than I’ve ever been touched before. I close my eyes and tell myself to keep relaxed as I feel his cock throb against the tightness. He stills inside of me then gently withdraws.

“Can you take any more?”

I feel a stab of alarm that he’s not all the way in yet. Fuck, he’s huge. I take a deep breath. I’ve got this. I nod. “Yes, I’m ready.”

He rears back and claims me with one thrust. I scream at the sensation of him filling me.

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