And she moves.
There.
She sways toward me. Just a fraction of an inch, but I pounce. Possessive is one word to describe my kiss. Claiming. Dominating. That works, too. I pull her lower lip out and suck on it. Bite it. Lick into her open mouth when she gasps at the feel of my teeth, her soapy hand lifting to lay on my chest.
Long, drugging, gasping kisses fill the silence until I reluctantly tear my mouth away from her swollen lips. Pride raises my cock at the wet sound of our lips separating. She didn’t kiss me back, but dilated eyes and hard nipples tell me she’s not unaffected.
"Mercy." I wait for her to look at me. "Wash me. Now. This starts now."
She doesn’t move. Just stares at me with a pleading expression on her face, the twinkling of unshed tears silently begging me to change my mind.
My patience is wearing thin. "You’d rather I take you now? Back to bed, then. Come on." I bend down to swoop her up.I wouldn't, of course, not since I already told her we'd wait. She doesn't know yet that a Shay always means what he says.
But she will.
"No!" she yells, slapping at me with slick palms. "Stop! I-I-I’ll wash you. Just...stop, please..."
My stare is hard and direct. "Last chance. Wash me."
Mercy blinks her tears away, sniffling quietly, and squeezes more soap, using her bare hands to wash me. She reaches for my shoulders, but that's too safe.
"No," I say. "That's already clean. Wash me here."
I drag her wrist down to my cock, wrapping her limp hand around my very erect and angry cock. It doesn't matter that I got off not even half an hour ago. It's my Mercy. She makes me hard. And this time she’ll be awake when her hand’s caressing my shaft. "Have you ever seen a man before?"Surelyshe has. Even if sheisa virgin, because who the hell has never watched porn?
"N-no."
"Not in real life? How about in porn?" Poor woman embarrasses too easily. I'll take that deep, red blush as a yes. It seems uncommon to me that a woman in her thirties would still be so shy and introverted, but not everyone grows at the same rate, both emotionally and physically.
Her emotional growth will happen, though. It won't be all at once, but at somepointall her shame and insecurities will be stripped away from her, revealing her hidden passion. And oh, what a tigress my sweet Mercy will be."I'm sure you know, then, what a tight grip and pumping will do. But I don't want that yet. Learn my cock. Drag your hand up and down, up and down. Twist your palm on the head. Stroke the spot under the head and squeeze my balls."
At my words, Mercy’s slightly watery gaze fixes on my cock held in her slack palm. A low laughrumblesfrom me. Wait‘til she hears what I have to say next.
"Look at me." I wait for her red-rimmed eyes. "It may not be today, but soon, when you get a little courage, I want you to milk me. Tongue my taint. Take my seed from me. Taste it. Tasteme. Like I'm going to taste you when your body's ready. Here...letme help you."
I encase her hand within mine, and together we slowly stroke up and down. "Up. Twist on the head. There you go, baby—nice and slow. And down.Feel how your fingers wrap around its shape.Got to make sure you wash real good right here. No, right here." She squeezes a groan from me. "Mhm...again, baby girl. Do it again. Keep going until I say stop."
I let her take her time, let her spend long minutes playing with me. The hot water will last for hours since I have a tankless heater. Even if it did turn cold, I'd stand in it and keep her warm. If only I could turn the resignation on her face to pleasure as easily.
"Down to my balls, kitten. Hold 'emin your hands. Yeah, use both. God, baby...so good. Squeeze 'ema little.Ahhhh...just like that. Now do my cock and my balls. Can you do that for me? Good girl. Harder—pump me."
Her lips pinch together as her hand slides up and down my pole while she massages my nuts. Quick learner, my Mercy. And she's about to get another quick lesson on the male anatomy.
"Mercy, I'mgonnacome, baby." I'm torn between wanting her eyes on mine or on my cock, but in theendI decide she needs to see how weak she makes me. "Watch. Watch it shoot out of me." Holding her hand tighter around me, we work my cock together. Faster, faster, until—"Aghhhhh...Mercyyyyyy..."
Words won't form, only groans as white ropes of cum erupt from my swollen red tip and land on our hands. "Don't stop, baby. Keep...going..." My knees buckle as our combined strokes force the last bit of cum from me.
At the last drop, I tenderly wash the cum off her hands, then tilt her face up to look at me. Slowly leaning down, my lips erase her tear tracks. "Good girl."
I don’t like seeing her cry, but it had to be done. She’s got to get used to touching me because she’s mine.
Yes, she’s the one for me. My sweet Mercy.
Tookmeaminuteor two to find all the ingredients and pots tonight when I started to cook. Some of the women in my family helped out by putting all the kitchen things away, but they did so well that it'sgonnatake forever to learn where everything goes. I guess men just naturally think things should go in the wrong places.
Hope my mom doesn't get her feelings hurt that I haven't told her and my dad about my Mercy yet, but I want to surprise them. They've been waiting so long for me to bring my special woman home to them.
Bringing her plate to the table, I sit next to her and cut the chicken into pieces. A look of confusion crosses her face and she moves to get up.
