Page 69 of Wanting Mr Black
He keeps his eyes on mine as he trails a line with his tongue between my vagina and clitoris. My body arches off the blanket, as if an electrical charge had run from the top of my head through to my feet. He started on the boat, flaunting his gorgeous nakedness in front of me, and now, he’s finishing the job. He’s controlled and dominant and doing what he does best.
“Why?” I barely get the word out before he sinks two fingers inside me and laps at my hypersensitive clit, causing a ball of warmth to build between my legs. I gasp and close my eyes, flailing my head to the side as I squirm beneath him.
“Because I want the world to know”—his mouth and tongue, combined with his thrusting fingers, are proving to be too much— “you’re Mrs Sophie Black …” His tongue sweeps across my folds, paying special attention to my clit.
I cry out, but he only increases the pressure, driving me wild.
“You’re mine.”
“Oh God!” I moan as my muscles clench around his fingers, and I tip over the edge as sweet, warm tension radiates through my bones. I take a deep breath to calm my erratic breathing and quieten my scrambled brain.
I open my eyes to see his face above mine, his hands planted on either side of my head.
“I’m going to wake up to this face every day for the rest of my life.” There’s a look of wonder in his eyes as he searches my face, as if he can’t quite believe it.
“We’re engaged,” I say sleepily because I can’t quite believe it either.
I feel his body weight shift over me, and he kisses my stomach softly, resting his head on the dip of my waist.
My fingers tangle into his hair, and my lips curl into a smile as my eyes close.
Sophie Black does have a ring to it, I concede. But I won’t tell him I think that … just yet.
Thirty-Five
Awarm breeze tickles my naked flesh and blows through my hair, rousing me from sleep. I have no idea how long I’ve been out, but I open my eyes to be greeted by the sight of my diamond ring glittering in the afternoon sunlight, and I break out into a broad smile.
Mrs Sophie Black.
Excitement dances in my stomach as I turn over onto my back and prop myself up on my elbows. Art’s black swim shorts and my bikini are laid out across one of the nearby rocks, drying in the sunshine, but he’s nowhere to be seen.
I lift my hand to shield my eyes from the sun and scan the shoreline. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot movement. Art erupts out of the water, throwing his head back, sending droplets cascading in every direction. He rubs his hands up his face, pushing his soaking hair backwards as he wades out of the water and onto the beach, oblivious to the fact that he’s being admired. My stomach twists as I take in the six foot two inches of muscular, golden loveliness striding towards me. And he’s all mine. Forever.
He smiles as he notices me looking and bends down, planting a wet kiss on my lips, dripping water everywhere as he collapses onto the blanket. “Water’s warm.” He folds his arms behind his head. “Are you sure you don’t want a dip?”
The dark hairs covering his legs, arms, and chest are sticking to his skin, and his ripped body is glistening wet. I feel a flutter between my legs and shake my head. There’s only one thing on my mind at the moment.
I slide on top of him, straddling his thighs, and take a sharp breath as I get used to the feel of his cool, damp skin against my sun-kissed body.
“You’re nice and warm.” His smile widens as I lower myself down onto him, pressing my breasts against his chest.
“You’re wet,” I mutter against his lips.
His hands glide down my back and curl around my buttocks, pressing me against his erection. As I slowly grind my hips, he pulls away from my mouth on a long exhale.
His eyes search my face. “Are you sure about this?”
I know what he’s asking. I want this. I want the marriage and the family. And I want it with him, like he wants it with me. The man I love. My fiancé. My future.
I lock eyes with his dark gaze, push myself upright, and throw his words back at him. “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”
I reach back between my thighs and curl a hand around the base of his erection, sinking down onto his length. His chest rises and falls, and his eyes remain glued on mine. A groan escapes his lips as he tilts his head back, closing his eyes for a moment, adjusting to the feel of me. I reposition myself, taking him a little deeper. His hands fondle my breasts as I rock my hips up and down, setting off a spark of desire between my legs. For once, I’m in control.
His lustful gaze never leaves my face as he continues to knead my breasts. “So fucking beautiful,” he breathes.
I close my eyes and moan as the delicious friction grows, throwing my head backwards and pushing my chest forwards into his hands, giving him an uninterrupted view of my body as I ride him.
Suddenly, I feel him move, and he’s sitting up, holding my hips. My weight shifts backwards, forcing him deeper inside me, causing me to gasp.