"Letmehelpyouwith that, baby."
Innocent words, but not in this situation. He wants tohelpme with my tampon again. At this point it's not even worth arguing with him, so I dutifully hand it over. There's a faint hint of lust simmering in his eyes as he takes care of me. It's almost as if he loves anything related to the reproductive system.
Or maybe just my body in general. That's turning out to be the more logical explanation.
"There we go." With a gentle kiss to my lower abdomen, he slides my panties up. "How much longer do you think you'll be on your period?"
It's hard to say. With PCOS, it can be as short as two days or as long as ten—when it comes at all. It's not uncommon for me to miss one or two months, even with taking medicine. "I don't know. Probably a few more days, at least."
Just because I want to give this a go doesn't mean I want to have sex the minute I stop bleeding. But I wonder how I'll keep him from knowing. Maybe he'll give me more time.
He side-eyes me in the mirror the entire time we brush our teeth.Whobrushes their teeth completely naked? Even I grabbed a sleep shirt on my way in. Then he drops his request—command, rather—on me: "Dress me."
Dress him?A grown man?That’s better thanundressing him, I suppose. "Okay..." I say dubiously.
The flexing of his butt as I follow him back to the bed is seriously fascinating. But not as fascinating as the shadowy glimpses of the cock and balls swaying back and forth as he bends and digs in the dresser for some briefs before disappearing in the closet for clothes. Amos truly has no shame in his body. And for good reason—the man isbuilt. Even in its soft state, his shaft is a work of art.
Clothes drop on the bed. Just ordinary clothes. Briefs, jeans, undershirt, and a soft, thinbutton-downshirt. Nothing dangerous.Okay, let’s get this man dressed so I can eat.
Gathering my courage and sitting on the bed so he can get his feet in the legs of his briefs, I studiously ignore the giant cock andnutsackbobbing in front of my face as I tug the briefs up over his calves, up his thighs...and—uh-oh. Now how do I get this massive dick in his underwear without touching it? I don't want to start anything that I can't carry through.
Stretching the waistband out as much as it’ll go, I inch it up over his cock. All is working as planned until my hands suddenly weaken—for no reason!—and lose their grip, causing the elastic to pop back and smack his vulnerable tip.
"Agghhh!" Amos roars, flinching backward and cupping himself.
"I’m so sorry!"Really, Mercy? Way to go."So sorry! I was trying to figure out how to...to..."
Explanations don’t help in times like these.
After a few heavy inhales, he unclenches his jaw and throws me a pained smile. "That’s okay, baby. But you have to make it right. Apologize."
I already did, didn’t I? "I’m so sorry, Amos. I truly didn’t mean for that to happen!"
"Thanks, babe, and I know. But that’s not what I meant. I want an apology without words."
"Wha—how am I supposed to do that?"
"Kisses, Mercy. Or blowjobs. I’ll take either. But rightnowmy dick needs a little tenderness to take away the pain."
A kiss? On hiscock? My eyes must be as wide as saucers now because he laughs at me.
"Come on, baby. Just a little kiss to take the pain away." He points the head toward my lips. "Right. Here."
He really means it. Blood rushes through my veins, pulsing like thunder, and turns my face tomato red. This is much different from him making me hold it while he pisses!
I purse my lips, intending to give it the quickest and shortest of pecks, and lurch forward an inch or so. That’s as far as I get. My body refuses to go any further, leaving about three inches between his glans and my mouth. I can't do this by myself. I look up pleadingly at him. "Help me."
"I see," Amos murmurs. "Still not there yet. All right, then." He reaches down to grab my hands, kissing the backs of each before placing one on each hip bone. "Keep them here," he orders.
"Okay."Why couldn’t I make myself just do it?I wanted to. I really did, but I just couldn't close the gap. My fingers automatically curl, digging into his flesh and holding tightly. His hand threads through my hair before clenching against my head, making me gasp. He’s not pulling hard,more like holding me still, but the tension ensures my focus is completely on him.
"Mercy, Mercy, Mercy," he tsks, looking down at me. "You could have gotten by with just one kiss if you'd done it on your own. Now it’s going to be more. Don’t worry, though. I’ll go easy on you, kitten."
The last few inches between us seem an eternity apart as he slowly reels me in by my hair. I can’t even see the slit on his cock anymore, but I swear the ghost of its heat singes me as it hovers there in front of my lips.
My eyes meet Amos’s unrelenting ones as I peer up at him through my dark lashes. He pulls up a fraction more, turning my head to rest against his pelvis and butting my lips up to his downward hanging shaft. The skin is so soft and smooth, so silky. His balls sport finely trimmed hair, so hopefully I won’t get any in my mouth.
One of the girls I met in a foster home told me a horror story of a time she went down on a guy and got pubic hair in her mouth. When she choked and tried to spit it out, he told her it was Mother Nature’s dental floss.
