Page 55 of Color of Love

Justine nodded, smiling at this tortured bad boy making sure his domesticated fox was happy.

“Shall we?” he asked, holding out his hand to her, his eyebrow raised in challenge, like he didn’t expect her to go through with this. It was a challenge she was excited, and nervous, to accept. She placed her hand in his, watching his face closely as he tried to conceal his triumphant smile, and let him lead her upstairs.

When she made it to his bedroom, she let go of his warm palm and stepped into the center of the room, surveying everything. The room was decorated in warm tones, giving it a calm and soothing feel. Again, there was no clutter around, her OCD cheering once again. What drew her attention were the large canvases on the walls.

The first was of a forest filled with bright green trees and moss-covered rocks with sunlight peeking through the branches. The second canvas on the next wall showed a beautiful beach sunset, the contrast of sky against sand and water was breath-taking, the orange tones calling to her. The final canvas on the third wall was a waterfall in the middle of another forest, the sun’s rays creating a rainbow through the water.

They were beautiful but not something she would expect to find in his bedroom. The images were serene and tranquil; it was then she realized their purpose. Blake was trying to create a soothing environment to help him relax, to ease his anxiety and let him sleep. Her heart ached for him. She felt his heat against her back, then his touch. He brushed her hair back over her shoulder and grazed his lips against her neck, her skin tingling.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he murmured, his words vibrating through her. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, resting her head on his shoulder, assessing her feelings. She couldn’t think of anyone she would rather do this with, no one she desired more, no one she trusted more than him and her nerves evaporated.

“Positive,” she replied, and he grunted in approval. He trailed more of those delicate kisses over her neck, his hands coming around and roving over her stomach before reaching up to cup her breasts. He squeezed them both, no sound in the room except his deep breaths in her ear.

She lifted her head from his shoulder, watching him work her. She marveled at such strong, hard hands being so gentle and loving. When he brushed his thumbs across her nipples she swayed on her feet, the pleasure so intense. He did it again, harder and a little moan slipped from her mouth. He spun her in his arms, her hands coming up against his solid chest and she met his heated gaze.

He cupped her cheek and slanted his mouth down over hers, she opened for him immediately, helpless to do anything but let him inside so she could taste him. Goosebumps covered her from head to toe when he stroked his tongue against hers and he swallowed her groan. She wrapped her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers in his soft hair. He pulled her roughly against him and palmed her ass, thrusting his hips against hers and she gasped when he hit her core perfectly.

“That’s one,” he grinned against her mouth, and she slapped him playfully before pulling him towards the bed. She pushed him down onto the mattress and stepped back, kicking off her shoes. Her hands slid down the zipper on her jeans and his eyes followed her every move. Finally he dragged his gaze to her face.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to do this, we don’t need to do this or we can stop anytime you want,” he rushed out.

“It’s really wonderful that you’re making sure I feel safe, in control and comfortable, it really is. But I need you to stop talking now, we’re going to have sex and that’s that.” She arched a defiant brow at him, and the corner of his mouth kicked up in a grin that she felt all the way to her bones.

He reached behind him and pulled his hoodie over his head, her eyes drinking in his bare, sculpted chest, rope after rope of muscle defined from hard work distracting her. He tossed his hoodie aside and then leant back on his elbows, the taut muscles of his stomach popping.

“Then by all means, please continue,” he said, his eyes roaming over her. She pulled her attention away from his six-pack and slid her jeans down her legs and pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it at him, hitting him squarely in the face. He laughed, the sound rusty as it pulled from him but soon died in his throat as he pulled her shirt away from his face and took her in, standing before him in her underwear. His eyes roamed her again, lingering, heating, setting her aflame. He swallowed and her eyes watched his throat bob. He continued to stare, not speaking and dread punched her in the gut. She’d gotten this all wrong, oh God what had she been thinking?

“You bought them,” he said, his voice hoarse as he sat up.

“Well, yeah, I thought…” she trailed off, folding her arms across her body. She didn’t want to think about what it meant that she’d bought the orange underwear from the magazine he pointed to that day in her office. That she actually bought it before even agreeing to their arrangement, she’d known deep down that it was inevitable. That they were inevitable. He reached out, gripping her arm and pulled her between his legs.

“It’s a shame…” he sighed, shaking his head.

“Why?”

“You’re a vision in this, but for what we’re gonna do, what I’m dying to do with you, it needs to come off.” As his words registered, her worries disappeared, desire left in their place. He unhooked her bra, drew the straps down her shoulders and it fell to the floor. His eyes moved to her breasts, something dark flickered in their depths, and she shivered in anticipation. He kept his eyes focused on her breasts as his hand moved to cup her sex. He stroked a finger over the heart of her.

“Christ, you’re wet,” he grunted, stroking her again. Her head tipped back as the sensations washed over her.

“Is that all for me?” he asked, his words dipped with his barely there control.

“Yes,” she whispered, and he gripped the sides of her panties and pulled them down, she braced a hand on his shoulder, stepping out of them. He pulled her against him and laid back on the bed, her body covering his. The feel of their bare skin pressed together sent her pleasure skyrocketing, especially when his chest hair brushed her sensitive nipples.

He kissed her slowly, languidly, adoringly. He was ruining her for anyone else and she knew at that moment that she didn’t regret their agreement. She didn’t care about her questionable ethics. There was no man in the world she trusted more with her body, her pleasure, her first time than the man currently beneath her. She could never regret their pairing, or this moment, it was too perfect. How could anything this beautiful be bad?

He ran his fingertips over the bumps of her spine while his tongue dallied in her mouth, taking its sweet time. It was amazing, but she was impatient. She straddled him and rubbed herself against his hard length. He gripped her hips and eased her into a slow rocking rhythm that soon drove them both wild.

He flipped them, kicking off his sweatpants in the process and she looked down at him. A dark trail of hair led down to his long, hard cock. It was the first she had touched in real life, and she was…fascinated. She stroked over the flesh, hot and hard and the skin so smooth like satin. She squeezed the base and a breath stuttered out of him, she released him immediately.

“I’m sorry, did that hurt?” she asked, but he just chuckled.

“Honey, that didn’t hurt at all,” he replied, taking her hand, and curling it around him. “Do it again,” he rasped. This time when she did, he thrust up into her grip, groaning. He dipped his head and sucked on her hard nipple. Her grip on him tightened as pleasure coursed through her and he sucked harder. She stroked her hand up and down, meeting his thrusts and then she felt his hand on her. He stroked a finger between her folds and pressed his thumb against her clit and she gasped.

“That’s two,” he whispered in her ear, sliding a finger deep inside her. She cut off the next gasp, determined not to give him anymore reasons to be cocky. He pumped his finger in and out, working a second one inside her, cursing when her muscles clamped down on him. The dark word on his lips spurred her on and she lifted her hips to meet his next thrust. Sensations flooded her and before long her orgasm was coiling, she clamped her lips together, refusing to make a sound.

“Do you know how good it sounds to hear you enjoying this?” he asked, panting slightly, a sheen of perspiration covering his brow. She shook her head, a small moan slipping out.

“It’s very sexy,” he added, closing his mouth over her nipple again and slid his thumb over her clit as he thrust his fingers into her. Her orgasm barreled through her, hard and intense, she writhed against him, moaning.

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