Mercy’s lips tip in a worried smile as she works the zipper up.
"Good girl. Now my undershirt."
Standing, she beckons me to lower my head so she can pull the shirt over and get my arms through. Last item to go on is the shirt.
I specifically chose one with buttons because I want her hands to rest against me and learn my muscles as she buttons me up. Undressing someone in the heat of passion is hot, no doubt about it, but todresssomeone...well, that is an understated form of eroticism.
I stretch out one arm, then the other, as Mercy walks behind me to get my shirt on. Her rotation complete, she begins buttoning the shirt from the bottom up, keeping her eyes down. That will never do. "Eyes up, baby. Let me see those gorgeous greens."
I can see the tremendous amount of courage it takes for her to lift her eyes with this intimate act, but her gaze fixes on mine as she fastens the bottom buttons. She needs some dirty talk to help her along.
"That dick you just popped? It’sgonnapop your sweet cherry soon. Don't blush, baby—nothing to be embarrassed over. Just a fact."
I love the way her breath catches. Now she’s up to my stomach, her pupils dilated. "You like these abs? They'regonnaflex as I drive in and out of your cunt. Breathe, baby."
Her fingers fumble at my words. I cover her hands with mine, staring deeply into her beautiful eyes. "You feel these hands, these arms? They'regonnawrap around you and hold you down so I can breed you so hard. Let my cock spray deep inside you and make you pregnant with my kid."
"Amos," she breathes out.
There go her knees, buckling underneath her. Good thing my arms will always be here to catch her. I’m not done, though.
"Feel this mouth?" I lean down towards her mouth and drop a soft kiss on her lips. "It’sgonnaeat your cunt up every day. Like this."
Taking her hand, I tease the center of her palm with my tongue, swirling circles on the sensitive skin before licking up to the vee of her index and middle fingers where I mimic eating her out, letting the weight of my heavy stare hit her full force.
She doesn’t know where to look, glazed eyes bouncing from me to my tongue before closing in ecstasy. The instant her lashes meet each other, I stop, amused at the way they flutter open in surprise, then I dive down to eat her mouth, peppering not-so-gentle nibbles on her bottom lip, then soft licks inside.
The lewd sound of our lips separating is almost enough to make me shoot my load again. "Patience, baby girl."
Now she has something to look forward to.
"More?"
I hold the fork up to her mouth, tempting her. There’s something satisfying about a woman unafraid to eat. And she didn't even balk this time when I told her I wanted to be the one to feed her again. A woman eating from her man's hand...well, it doesn't get much better than that.
Other than when I was in her mouth earlier. Maybe she'll be able to fit more of me with practice. I don't mind letting her experiment on me. Maybe I'd even let her bite me. But that's another kink for later. Something else is on my mind right now.
Mercy’s a little antsy—it’s plain to see by her fidgeting. I really got her worked up this morning, and without an outlet, all that nervous energy has no place to go but to steep inside of her. And I’m likely about to add to it. She still has tofeedme, after all.
"No, thank you. That was so delicious, Amos. Can I help you clean up?"
Absolutely not. A real man cleans up a mess of his own making in the kitchen.SoI don't get water on the sleeves, I take off the shirt that Mercy worked so hard to fasten. "Nah, baby, I’ll take care of it. Why don’t you get our book from the library and bring it to the couch?"
The way the kitchen is set up, I can see most of the living room from the sink, so I can keep a close eye on her. Not that I think she's going anywhere, but still. I don't like letting my sweet Mercy out of my sight if I can help it.
Doesn't take me long at all to wash the dishes and clean the table. I toss the dish towel on the countertop and walk up behind where she sits hugging her knees on the couch. She doesn't notice my approach, intently focused on the window a few feet away.
No, not just the window—the glaringly obvious deterrents I installed on all the doors and windows to keep her inside.Alsoto keep any bad guys, present company excluded, outside and away from my treasure. My Mercy.
I squeeze the nape of her neck lightly and begin massaging my way down to her shoulders. Quiet reigns for a moment, then she softly speaks. "Amos, how long do you plan to keep me locked up in here, never letting me see anyone? Even when you know I want to give this a try?"
My hands falter before resuming. "It's not just to keep you here, you know. It's toprotectyou. If anyone were to get their hands on you, I couldn't live with myself. And I'll let you leave the house eventually, once you become mine and completely accept our new life together. When I can fully trust you."
When your last name's Shay and you're swollen with my kid.
"It's very apparent that you've put a lot of thought into this, with the story you've concocted about me moving away. But what about my house? What about my car and my things? I pay rent every month, and I still have a year left on the lease. Don't you think my landlord will try to contact me if he doesn't get paid?"
That's an easy answer. "No, he won't. Your landlord already knows you won't be paying him anymore. He's got no problem at all with you breaking your lease. Nor with your things still staying there for the time being."
