Please. Not now—I just gave you so much. I can’t give you any more.
Amos pulls me to him. I resist, but my feeble strength is no match for his. I end up right where he wants me—breasts and pussy smushed against him. My breath catches when he moves to my shoulders. At his gentle urging, my forehead rests on his broad chest as his firm circular motions work out knots oftensionI didn’t know I had.
"Aghh..."
His hands falter at the moan I couldn't keep in before resuming his massage. It feels so good. I hate that he has control over my body, though. Making me feel things against my will. But I would much rather him massage my shoulders than do anything else.
Much too soon, his kneading moves down my back, stopping at my hips, fingertips grazing below. The air instantly feels heavier, and not because of the steam of the water. Fingers twitch and dig in as he clenches my cheeks, his chest lifting and sinking on a ragged sigh.
He pulls back, a severe expression tightening his features. "Wash me, Mercy."
Playing along starts now.
Chapter nine
Amos
Ican’tbelievemyluck. My soon-to-be wife is a virgin. Untouched. I don’t shame her for it, though. There are all sorts of reasons why a woman her age might still be a virgin. Religion, personal preference, lack of opportunity.
Life happens. Or doesn’t. But whatever her reasoning, my cock will be her first and only.The thought makes me swell, but I tamp it down.
This changes things, though. Blood leaking from her doesn't make me squeamish in the slightest—it's a turn-on, in fact—but I can't let her first time be now when she's bleeding and uncomfortable.
I'm not that much of a monster, but I also can’t afford to back away and undo the progress I’ve made. Time to compromise.
"Wash me." My second command prompts her to action. Mercy purses her lips and turns to peruse the bottles, presumably to find the body wash. I run my eyes down her backside, stopping at the patch of hair just above her ass cheeks.
Interesting.She even has some on her arms and stomach, arrowing down to her pussy. Doesn't turn me off; just piques my curiosity. I don't mind body hair on a woman unless she has more than me. And since I'm hairy as a bear, I don't mind at all.
She's still standing there doing nothing. "This one," I point out to her. I’m aware she’s stalling—she took a shower this morning and knows exactly which one it is.
Liquid squirts from the bottle into her palm. At the squelching sound, I flash my teeth. "That’s what your sweet pussy did earlier."
An embarrassed blush flowers over her face, and my predatory smile grows wider. "Mercy, sweet Mercy. How prettily you blush."
"Um...can you grab a wash rag?"
"Use your hands."
"My hands? Please, don’t make me do this..." Her blush deepens and travels down, coloring her breasts a rosy pink.Gorgeous.
"I know you aren’t feeling the best right now. Probably cramping a little, huh?"
She timidly nods, her head dipping the tiniest bit.
"Thought so. Here’s the thing—I’m not going to take you when you’re bleeding." I wait for the relief to hit her face before I continue, "Not your first time, anyway."
Her face falls in disappointment for a split second before she unsuccessfully hides it.
"So, we’regonnaget to know each other’s bodies nice and slow. There’s not an inch of you that my mouth, hands, and cock aren’tgonnabe intimately acquainted with. Same goes for me. You’re mine and I’m yours, and the best way for you tolearnmy body and get comfortable with me is to just do it."
The water streams around us as I brace a hand over her shoulder and tilt her chin up. The descent of my head to her plush mouth is slow because I want to see if she’ll back away. Part of me hopes she does, just so I can unleash the beast in me and devour her mouth. But because the other part of me wants to woo her, I also hope she accepts me, maybe even meets me halfway.
The tip of her tongue nervously peeks out and licks her lips the closer I get, until my mouth hovers above hers. To tease her, I moisten my own, letting my tongue briefly tickle hers in passing. She shivers.
Inside my head, I pound my chest in triumph. Mercy can fight her body all she wants, but there's no denying her response to me.StillI linger, our mouths almost touching but not quite. Hot water beating down on us, we stand there in silence. Almostcross eyedbecause of our closeness, just breathing in each other's breaths.
And I wait. And wait. And wait.
