The water is hot and soothing as I slide in behind her and pull her resistant body to me. "Lean back so I can hold you. This will probably be the only time I tell you to ignore my cock." Horny thing doesn't understand that it's not time yet, but it doesn't stop it from seeking entrance against her back.
Spiced vanilla scents the air as the oils cling to our skin. Water dripping from my hand, it slides up and around her throat to massage the tension in her neck, forcing a low, quiet moan from her. "That feels so good."
"Anything for you."Smiling faintly, I rub out the knots and move to her shoulders. By the time I make it down her arms and to her hands, she's boneless and limp and the water chilled. "Do you want to brush your teeth, too," I tease, "or can I take you to bed now?"
Her head tilts back on my chest, green eyes unsure. "I do, actually. It's silly, I know, but it'd make me feel better."
I get it. It's her way of asserting what control she has over her situation. "Then that's what we'll do." In a smooth motion, I toe the drain and lift us. I gently dry my sweet Mercy before quickly toweling myself off and tucking it securely around her.
Our eyes can't stay away from each other as we brush our teeth.You're mine,I say.
Yes, I'm yours. But be careful with me, comes her reply.
Always, kitten.
Always.
When we're done, I carry her to our bed and lay her down and crawl over her stiff form, slowly easing my weight down and letting the warmth of my skin chase the coolness from her own as our foreheads touch.
"Don't tense up. I'mgonnatake such good care of you, baby." My words from earlier echo against her mouth. Brushing sweet, minty kisses on those soft lips, I let her know with my touch that everything's going to be all right. "It's you and me." I drag my teeth along her jawline as I move to her neck.
She gasps before letting out a tiny noise of pleasure.
"Just a man and his woman." I nip the tender skin at the crease of her neck and shoulder and travel back up to her ear. "Wanna know what I'mgonnado next or do you want me to surprise you?" I whisper, loving the way she shivers.
"I...Idon't know. It's almost better not to know, but at the same time, I can't standnotknowing. If that makes any sense."
"I won't tell you with words, then. Stick out your tongue."
"My tongue? Why?" Mercy's eyes narrow in suspicion. "What are you going to do?"
"Come on, babe," I cajole. "Stick it out."
When she tentatively pokes the very end of it out from between her lips, I swoop down to capture it with my mouth.
"Ahh!" Mercy yelps around my lips as I purse them and lightly suck on the tip before pulling off.
"That was a hint. Do you know what it was?"
Passion simmers on her face. "I'm assuming something to do with...sucking?"
"Good guess. You assume correctly." Keeping eye contact, I use a finger to slowly undo the towel. "Lift up." A swift motion and it's tossed haphazardly to the floor.
There they are. My sweet Mercy's beautiful breasts. With a harsh groan, I bury my face in them. I'll never get tired of rubbing little circles around her nipples and then tweaking the hardened nubs. Never get tired of the sounds she makes when I suck them hard.
Like now.
They're not my target, though. I've spent a lot of time with them, but now it's time to devote my attention to the pearl between her legs. Down her torso I go, decorating her gasping stomach with tiny kisses and easy nibbles until I reach the lady of the evening—her sweet, wet pussy. When I try to spread her legs, they stiffen, resisting me. "Mercy. Open."
She closes her eyes, sucking in a breath. "I'm trying, Amos. I swear, I'm trying. It's just so hard."
I can help with that. My hands run up her thighs, lightly squeezing before forcefully prying them apart.
"Ahh!" my kitten cries as her legs fall apart against her will.
"That's more like it. I'mgonnaeat this pussy and there's nothing you can do about it. You're helpless and at my mercy, Mercy. What do you think about that?"
A whimper is all I get in response. That's okay. Neither of us needs to talk for this. I situate myself between her legs, using my nose to separate her wet folds. Her scent is heavy in my nostrils, the scent of a woman in need.
