“Turns out that staring down the barrel of a gun really puts things into perspective. A month is better than no time at all.” She tugged her pajama shirt over her head and tossed it on the sofa.
Shocked, my gaze went straight to the swell of her tits. They were perfect, round, large, her nipples dark pink and puckered, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands and mouth on them. “You are beautiful,” I breathed.
I had more to say on the matter, but she leaned into me and her lips landed on mine, stealing my breath away. As our tongues danced, she tugged up the hem of my shirt, breaking contact long enough to pull it over my head before our mouths crashed together again.
My hands were large, but the soft flesh of her breasts overfilled them as her nipples pebbled against my palms. I kneaded and played with her mounds, and her hands continued their interrupted exploration of my upper body. I dropped my hands to her ass and picked her up.
Mercy let out a gasp of surprise, and then her lips smiled against mine as she wrapped her legs around my waist. With the heat of her core against my pelvis, I grew so damn hard for her my cock ached. Keeping one hand on her ass, I adjusted myself before rounding the sofa and making my way down the hall to her room.
Gently lowering her to the bed, I stood back and checked her out. Wet blonde hair splayed across her pillow, lips moist and swollen, she watched me through hooded eyes as I let my gaze drift down her body, taking her all in. Her now dark nipples begged for my attention, and I couldn’t resist them. Climbing over her, I wrapped my tongue around one nipple while giving the other a little pinch.
Her back arched, responding to my touch. Encouraged, I sucked her nipple into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. Every time my teeth grazed it, she whimpered. After I made sure each nipple had equal treatment, I kissed my way down her stomach to the top of her pants.
Mercy wasn’t skinny. She wasn’t fat, either. She was perfectly round and soft in all the places a woman should be, making me want to bury my face in every inch of her flesh. I slowly slid her pajama pants down, pleased to find that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her arousal smelled sweet and inviting as I slid her pants past her ankles and looked her over.
She had shaved. A perfectly groomed little landing strip welcomed me. Her lips were swollen and wet with her juices, making my mouth water. Desperate to see if she tasted as good as she smelled, I didn’t fuck around with teasing her.
My mouth landed on her core, and Mercy about jumped off the bed. Chuckling, I grabbed her thighs and held her still while I licked and sucked at her sensitive nub.
“Ohmigod,” she breathed, grabbing the back of my head.
“You like that?” I asked.
“Yes. More.”
All too willing to oblige, I licked her from entrance to clit, before sucking her bundle of nerves into my mouth and sliding a finger inside her. Her channel squeezed around me, and I almost came right there and then, loving that I could bring her so much pleasure. I added a second finger, stretching her out for me, and continued to assault her clit with my tongue. She writhed beneath my attack, her breasts bouncing with every arch and release of her back.
Snaking a hand up her stomach, I tweaked one of her nipples and sent her over the edge.
“Oh. Landon!” she cried out.
Hearing my name pour off her lips as she came was erotic music to my ears. I licked her clean, savoring every ounce of her sweetness, and then stood. Grabbing the condom out of my wallet, I dropped my pants and boxers and stepped out of them.
Mercy’s eyes widened as she took in my achingly hard cock, doing wonders for my ego. She watched as I rolled the condom over my shaft, stroking myself a few more times than necessary.
“You like that?” I asked.
She nodded, the rest of her body still unmoving.
I kept stroking my cock. “I was thinking about having you ride me, so I could watch those big, gorgeous tits of yours bounce, but that kind of movement isn’t good for your head. I was also thinking about taking you from behind, so I could grab ahold of that nice ass of yours as I pound into you, but I want to watch your face as you come again. God, you look so fucking sexy when you come.”
She chewed on her lip.
“So, I think I’m going to fuck you like this. I want you to tell me if your head hurts, okay?”
“I’m fine, Landon.”
“Just promise me you’ll let me know if that changes.”
She smiled. “All right. I promise.”
Good, because I didn’t know how much longer I could hold off. I needed to be inside of her, claiming her, marking her as my own. Positioning myself over her body, I watched Mercy’s face as I lined myself up at her entrance. Heat and moisture pooled from her channel, welcoming my cock as I slowly slid it in. Her gaze dropped down to where our bodies met, and she watched as I inched my way in, pausing every now and then to pull out and begin the process over. She was tight as hell and I didn’t want to hurt her, so I took my time, fighting for control of myself.
She felt so damn good.
Tight and hot, she clenched around my cock, and I froze, scared I’d shoot my load if I moved. Hissing out a breath, I struggled to get myself under control before going deeper.
“You okay?” I asked, watching her for cues that she was in pain.
