Page 11 of Forever Mr Black

I bask beneath his words and bunch fingers through his hair. His rock-hard erection is pressed against my entrance, and he’s one thrust away from claiming me. The knowledge that we’re so close sets my already-racing pulse into overdrive, and I close my eyes as he glides his lips down my neck, leaving a trail of fire on my skin with his hot, heavy mouth. A sigh falls from my lips as I tilt my head, leaning into his kisses, as he knows exactly what to do to unravel me. And he doesn’t stop. He slides his cock against my clitoris, causing my breath to catch in my throat and a ball of warmth to build between my legs, and when he dips his head to suck on my nipple, I’m already there.

“Please … Art …” I beg.

A deep, low groan coming from the back of his throat tells me his resolve’s crumbled, and he enters me.

“Jesus, Sophie.” He closes his eyes at the divine throbbing, tightening sensation of us together. After a few seconds, he opens his eyes and looks at me. “Are you okay?” he asks, checking in case it’s somehow different this time round.

I give him a reassuring kiss on the lips. “I’m fine.” I’m more than fine. To show him, I kiss him deeply and roll my hips to meet his thrusts, sending a wave of water over the edge of the bath and splashing across the floor. “Shit.”

“Fuck it,” he pants against my ear. “I need you.”

His words cause the pressure building between my legs to soar. I tilt my head back as his hot mouth scores my throat with kisses. His thrusts speed up, sending more water cascading across the floor. I’m losing myself in him, and him in me. This is what we need. Nothing else matters.

“You feel fucking fantastic.”

I whimper in delight. This feels fucking fantastic. It’s as if everything is that little bit more heightened and sensitive.

He fixes me with a penetrating stare. “Tell me you love me.”

I cup his jaw in my hands and gaze into his eyes. “I love you.”

We come together. My declaration alone enough to push us both over the edge. I sink my fingernails into the flesh of his shoulders and soak up each mind-blowing contraction as they ripple through me. His lips seal mine as he groans into my mouth, falling apart around me. I’m giddy with what he does to me and the way we feel together.

“I think half of the bathroom floor’s underwater after that,” he pants, getting his breath back.

I draw my head back to look at him. “You know, if I’d have gone on top, then we might not have made quite as much of a mess,” I point out.

He laughs softly. “You know how much I like being in control.”

“Have you ever let a woman take the lead in bed?”

“No.”

“Never?”

He lifts his eyebrows. “Is that really a surprise?”

“Well, I suppose not, but … well, I thought you might have tried it, just once.”

“I thought you got my control thing.”

“I do; I do. But would you ever consider it?”

He frowns. “I’m not sure.”

“Not even with me?”

His gaze softens.

I smile and rake my fingers through his hair. “It could be the same as the bath thing.”

“How do you mean?”

“I mean, I could be the first woman you try it with.”

He gives me an easy smile. “I’ll think about it.”

“You’re always telling me to try new things.”

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