Page 51 of Forever Mr Black

“Yes.”

He picks up a pillow from the other end of the bed. “Lift.”

I lift my head, and he slides the pillow underneath.

Art climbs onto the bed and straddles my thighs, fixing me with his dark gaze. He slides a finger along my slit, causing me to suck in a long breath. He tilts his head tothe side, studying my reaction intently. “You’re wet.” A smile curls at the edges of his lips as he parts my folds with his fingers and sinks one deep inside me, making me writhe against the bed. “Very wet.” He lifts an eyebrow and removes his finger. “You need to calm down; otherwise, you’ll be in for a long night.”

Shit.

He locks eyes with me and smirks as he sucks his finger, wet from my arousal. I draw in a ragged breath as the ache between my legs builds. He knows exactly what this is doing to me. And to prove it, he reaches behind his back and rips his T-shirt over his head with a wicked smile. I close my eyes. I dare not look at him.

“Look at me.” There’s a warning tone to his voice.

But I can’t. He lit the fuse of desire before we left the party. He said he was going to make me beg when he got me home. And I think he’s right. One look at his ripped, golden torso …

“Do as you’re told,” he snaps.

I open my eyes and stare up at the ceiling, giving myself a few seconds before I tentatively look at him. My insides fizz.

Shit.

“I’m going to bring you to the edge,” he says in a measured voice that I’ve never heard him use before. “Do you know what that means?”

My mouth dries. I’ve got a good idea, but I don’t know for certain. “No.”

“It means I’m going to pleasure you and bring you right to the edge of climax. Five times. If you’re able to control yourself, I’ll let you come. But if you make any noise at all, I’ll just keep going until you do as you’re told.”

Fucking hell. I’m in trouble.

He strokes his fingers across my throbbing clit, and my eyes snap shut. I’m not going to be able to do this. I’m already turned on. I’m going to last about five seconds. And he knows it.

He carries on with the lazy sweeps of his fingers, and my hips jerk.

“Do you understand, Sophie?”

I don’t open my eyes. The sight of him pleasuring me will be too much.

“Yes,” I gasp.

The ache in between my legs grows, and I grind against him, seeking out my climax. He knows what I’m doing and removes his hand.

“Shall we ramp things up a little?” He doesn’t want me to reply. He’s already made his mind up.

I groan and snap open my eyes, yanking on the foot restraints as he sinks two fingers inside me.

“Tut-tut. We’re back to five, I’m afraid, and you were doing so well.” He flashes a wicked smile and strokes the front wall of my vagina.

Heat clings to my back as I wriggle beneath his hand. I’m not sure whether I’m going to be able to take this. His sole focus is on providing and denying me pleasure in equal measure. This time, there’s no equipment; it’s just him and his body. A lethal combination.

The sound of my breathing and the slickness of my arousal as his fingers tease my sensitive spot fill the silence. My muscles tighten around his fingers, and he withdraws them before I can tip over the edge.

“Four left.”

This time, I know he’s going to up the ante, and I brace myself for the unknown. He slides his fingers back inside me and raises the stakes by caressing my clit with his thumb.

Fucking hell.

I bury my face against my arm and press my lips tight together to stop myself from making a noise. Within seconds, I reach my peak, and I’m grinding myself against his palm again. Just like before, he slides his fingers out of me before I can come.

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