Page 88 of Forever Mr Black

Fierce black eyes burn into me. “Don’t fucking stop.”

For a moment, he thinks he’s getting his way as I slide back onto his length, taking all of him, fighting my own urges. But as before, I shift upwards and off him.

His whole body tenses, and the fingers of his free hand grip the bed sheets when I stop. “You’re going to kill me.”

As I take all of him once more, muscles deep inside me ache and throb around his cock.

“I can feel you’re close. This is sweet fucking torture,” he pants.

I close my eyes to block him out. It’s taking all of my self-control to stop myself from riding him.

“Stop fighting it.”

Beads of sweat are collecting on Art’s brow. I want to ignore him, but next time I sink down onto him, I’m right back up there. I can’t do this much longer. I shift forward and grip the headboard.

“Fuck, Sophie,” he moans, closing his eyes. “Your tits look edible. I can’t be this close and not suck them.”

I slowly roll my hips, setting off sparks between my thighs and obliterating that thought from his mind.

He moans in delight. “Fucking hell, yes.”

But I can’t wait, and neither can he. I speed up, causing the ball of warmth to spread through my body. My skin flushes with desire. My muscles ache with a tension I’ve never felt before, and my hands clutch the wooden headboard.

He’s holding on. Christ knows how, but he is. He’s waiting for me. “We go together.”

And I go. Hard.

The ball of delicious tension at my centre cracks and consumes me with force, shuddering through me with a scream and leaving me breathless. Art shakes from head to toe as he explodes inside of me, eyes clamped shut. We carry one another through wave after undulating wave of the bone-tingling climax that leaves me shaking with the aftershocks. I’m dizzy and weak. Scared to let go of the headboard in case I collapse.

After a few moments, I open my eyes to see a pair of chocolate-brown eyes watching me.

“I love you.”

And now, I feel dizzy for a whole different reason. I dip down to kiss him, and he lifts his head off the pillow to meet me halfway, twisting his cuffed wrist.

“What’s up?”

“It’s starting to chafe.”

Now, I feel bad. I don’t want to hurt him.

I slide off him and lean over, retrieving the key from my bedside drawer. No sooner have I freed his hand than he wraps his arms around my waist and tackles me onto the bed in a bear hug, sliding on top of me.

Amusement flashes in his eyes. “You know you don’t get half of anything until we’re married.”

“How do you mean?”

“I mean, I think you were trying to kill me by pulling a stunt like that.”

“I’d only cuffed one of your hands to the bed. If you really didn’t want to go along with it, you could have stopped me,” I say knowingly.

“Maybe I did want to go along with it.”

“Are you glad you did?”

He pushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear, considering the question. “It’s up there with some of the best sex I’ve ever had.”

I raise my eyebrows, not sure how to react. “Up there? So, it’s not the best?”

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