Page 71 of Wanting Mr Black
“I love you,” I whisper.
“Fucking hell …”
His head lolls to the side, and I feel his cock grow even harder inside me. I press a kiss against the base of his throat to suppress a groan. I feel him throb against my muscles, and I know we’re both achingly close. I slowly roll my hips up and down and press my forehead to his.
“I’ll never leave you, Art.”
He sighs my name, meeting the slow rock of my hips with gentle thrusts. “And I’ll never leave you.” There’s a look of part-wonder, part-confusion in his eyes as his gaze slides down my body. “I don’t know what we do to one another.” On the next thrust, he pushes inside me all the way and stays there, filling me to the hilt.
His eyes search my face, like he’s waiting for me to give him the answer, but the truth is, I’m just as clueless.
My mouth falls slack as I feel him pulsate against the tight, wet heat between my thighs. He glides a palm back between our sweaty bodies. I throw my head back as the intensity ratchets through my body, and I cling on to the last ounce of self-control I possess. This is too much. I’m teetering on the brink, but he’s determined to pleasure me until the last possible moment.
“Look at me,” he whispers.
My concentration has been knocked sideways. I wasn’t aware I’d stopped. I lift my eyes to his once more.
His jaw is taut with tension as he fights to keep control. “You’re mine, and I’m yours. I love you.”
As the last word falls from his lips, I feel his cock swell inside me, nudging me over the edge. My orgasm cuts through me like a ray of white heat searing through my body, sending me tumbling into a dark abyss, trembling around him. His hands grip my shoulders, forcing me down onto his throbbing cock, filling me to the absolute maximum as he comes with a primal roar, which echoes around the rocks.
I crumple forward against him and drape my arms around his neck. The beat of his heart vibrates through his chest into mine. I blink back tears.
He rests a hand on top of my head, and we stay there in silence.
“I’m so happy.”
He read my mind.
I draw my head back slightly. Concerned eyes rest on my damp cheeks.
“Are you okay?”
“They’re happy tears,” I assure him.
He presses his lips to my cheeks, kissing them away. “Good, because I can’t function without you. I’m half a man when you’renot there.” He breaks into an easy smile. “And I still can’t believe you’re going to be mine.”
“I am yours.”
He meets my eyes. “I mean, officially.” He pauses, as if he’s deciding whether to carry on. “I was really nervous, you know … about asking you.”
“Why? Were you worried I wouldn’t say yes?”
“There’s always a chance.” His smile fades. “And I’m not sure how I would have handled that.”
My thoughts hark back to Barbara’s words.
“… all he’d ever known wasloss and rejection, and he can’t deal with it.”
“I was never going to say no.”
He grins. “Where do you want to get married?”
“You’ve only just proposed.” I laugh. “I haven’t really thought about it.”
He places a kiss on my forehead. “We’ll do whatever you want, wherever you want it, but as you know, patience isn’t one of my strong points, so I don’t want to wait forever to make you mine.”
“Iamyours,” I insist.