Page 66 of Resisting Mr Black

I don’t question it. No sooner does my name leave his lips, I come undone, trembling beneath him as my second orgasm tears through me. He releases my hands and I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he kisses me, bringing me back down. Once my shaking limbs have stilled, he pulls out and shifts backwards to kneel between my thighs. I look at him through slitted eyes. Droplets of sweat are scattered across his brow and chest, tendrils of hair have fallen across his forehead, and his cock glistens. He hasn’t come yet but there’s a far-off, glassy look in his eyes and I know he’s close.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

I start to push myself up onto my elbows but I must be moving too slowly because as I start to turn, he grabs my hips and flips me over onto my front in one move.

I reposition my hands and legs and feel his knees brush against the back of my thighs.

Fingertips graze the length of my spine with a barely-there touch and I shiver with need.

“I’m going to take you, here.”

His fingertips briefly skim along the crease of my buttocks, making his intent crystal-clear.

I’m going to have every inch of you tonight.

His words from earlier on echo through my thoughts and Iinstinctively tense at the suggestion. It’s not something I’ve ever entertained before. When previous boyfriends have suggested it, my response has always been flat-out refusal.

I shake my head. “No. I can’t. I’ve never done… that before.”

“It’s okay,” he soothes, sweeping his hands across my buttocks. “I’ll go really slowly. If you’re not enjoying it, we’ll stop. Just try it.”

I close my eyes and can’t believe I’m wavering so quickly. “I’m not sure.”

“It’ll feel good, I promise. I won’t hurt you.”

He’s very persuasive. And if I’m going to try anything new, then I want it to be with him. Let’s face it, he’s experienced. I can’t believe what I’m about to say.

“Okay, just be gentle.”

He plants a kiss on the base of my spine as he kneels behind me. “Always.”

His hands close round my hips and I feel the head of his cock press between my buttocks. The feel of his erection placed “there” sets me on edge a little. “Shouldn’t you use lubricant or something? Won’t it hurt otherwise?”

“We don’t need it, but if it helps you relax…” He slides his right hand down between my legs and pushes two fingers inside me making me whimper. My head sags forward and my fingers grip the sheets as my muscles quiver around his swirling fingers before he pulls them out. He rubs his now-wet fingers in between the crease of my buttocks, then places his palms flat against my cheeks and eases them gently apart.

“Remember, we’ll take it slow. If you want to stop, say your safe word. Okay?”

I nod and curl my fingers into the sheets, bracing myself for the unknown. “Okay.”

The tip of his cock presses against my opening, and he applies a little pressure, then a little more as he gently slides the tip in. For a few seconds there’s some discomfort then it disappears as he stills, allowing me a moment to get used to the sensation. “Is that okay?”

I release my grip of the sheets. It’s not so bad. “Yes.”

“Good. That’s the most uncomfortable part over with.”

He carefully inches forward a little more, stops again, then repeats until he’s all the way in. I close my eyes and feel a flicker ignite in my core at the extraordinary feeling of pressure and wait to see whether pleasure or pain will follow. He withdraws and then pushes into me a little quicker, sliding his right hand round the front of my hip bone and down to my clit. An intense ache starts in the deepest part of me as his fingers thrum against my clit and I push backwards onto his cock and moan. A warm, tight glow throbs at my centre and begins to rise through the rest of my body as he carries on with firm, steady strokes and I match his thrusts, pushing back on his pulsating cock. The fact I’m letting him take me in a way no one else ever has sets my mind in a spin and turns me on like never before.

He growls at the friction and pulls down on the chain of the nipple clamps, setting off a bolt of pleasure.

“You feel incredible.” His voice is strained, and I can feel he’s close. “Are you ready?”

Pressure rises between my thighs, and I feel him unfastening the clamps around my nipples causing an exquisite tingling sensation as the blood rushes back. I throw my head back and gasp. “God, yes.”

“Now.”

A long wail leaves my lungs as I let go and ride the crest of my third and most intense orgasm of the evening. A deep satisfied groan echoes around the room as both his hands grip my hips, his fingers digging into my hip bones as he spills into me, over and over. My head drops forward and my body shakes violently around his slowing thrusts as his warm, wet release trickles down the back of my legs.

He places a kiss on my back as he gently withdraws, then I feel the mattress dip behind me as he moves off the bed. “Don’t move.”

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