Page 34 of Property of Mercury

I am too serious sometimes and a stick in the mud. I know it’s because of the shit I’ve seen that my cousins are thankfully ignorant about and I’ll keep them that way because they don’t need to join me in my nightmares.

“They also have a sense of humor because somehow, they found bedding for Orion that has cars and motorcycles on it,” I reply, snickering. The rest of us got stuff that was more appropriate for an adult.

“How did he react because I’m assuming the rest of y’all got things like you did,” she asks.

“The fucker cheered then immediately grabbed his box and headed to his room,” I say, taking off my boots. “Do you wanna join me in the shower? It’s big enough.”

A light flush pinkens her face but she nods. Thank fuck, because I wanna see her wet and naked. The first I’ll take care of in the shower, then hopefully light the fire that will have her soaked by the time I slide into her tight sheath.

Despite her sudden shyness, she wastes no time stripping down while I turn on the water. Another decent thing that Rocco did, although I suspect it was for his own benefit, was ensure there was fantastic water pressure. I did a few modifications and added one of those rainforest shower heads. Once I’m satisfied with the temperature, I take her hand in mine, our clothes now in a pile on the floor and step inside the huge stall.

Her eyes roam over my body, cataloging each scar, each tattoo until her eyes reach mine. “You’ve been hiding things from me, mister,” she states, putting her hand on her hip.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

She waves the other hand from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. “All of this was under your clothes? If I had known that, I’d have taken my chances a week ago.”

I burst out laughing, once again realizing that her nickname suits her to a T. She’s not a shrinking violet by any stretch of the imagination. The difference in her fierce meekness when I found her and how she is now is like night and day.

“I would have let you,” I admit, lightly moving her under the spray. Once I’m satisfied that her hair is thoroughly wet, I lean in, kiss her nose then turn her, saying, “I’ve wanted to have my hands on your hair and body for weeks now, Finley.”

“I love it when someone else washes my hair,” she confesses.

While I don’t initiate actual sexual contact with her, per se, I don’t limit myself in my touches and caresses as I shampoo and condition her hair, then gently wash her body, paying special attention to her straining breasts as she pants thanks to my ministrations and the promised land between her thighs. In fact, to make sure she’s squeaky clean, I get down on my knees for a visual inspection, causing her to shriek in surprise.

“Mercury! I want you with every fiber of my body, but I’m not up for shower sex,” she fusses. It’s a weak try, though, because I can see her desire sliding down her thighs.

While I long to plant my face between her strong, silky legs, right now is about setting the stage. The finish line will be in my bed where she’s going to stay as long as I have breath in my body.

“Foreplay,” I whisper, my hot breath teasing the trimmed curls at her apex.

“I’m two seconds away from grabbing your hair and forcing you to do what my body wants from you,” she warns, glaring down at me. I don’t worry because there’s no heat in her gaze outside of pure lust.

“Just wait, wildcat,” I huskily reply. “Now to rinse you.”

“Oh goody, it’s my turn now,” she murmurs, clapping her hands.

Grinning, I waste no time rinsing her off, wanting her touch on my heated body as much as she wants it.

I barely dry us off before I’m scooping her up in my arms and hurrying to my bed, gently setting her down in the middle, shoving the comforter to the end of the bed. My whole focus on her and I know I started a fire in our shower with how she’s already writhing on the bed with pure, unadulterated need thrumming through her.

“I don’t know where to start,” I murmur as my hands roam her body and my eyes track what my hands are doing.

“Kiss me,” she demands. “That’s a great start as far as I’m concerned.”

“Absolutely, wildcat,” I reply, hovering over her so I can cup her face in my hands, tilt her head then take her lips captive with mine.

As her hands roam my body, I hear her soft mewls of passion which ramps up my own. My dick is steadily leaking pre-cum across her abdomen, which means another shower is in our future, making me grin as I pepper her jawline and neck with kisses.

My goal is to drive her to the point where we can fly through the stratosphere and while we haven’t gotten to the ‘good stuff’ per se, if we stopped right now, despite my aching balls, I’d be satisfied.

Thankfully, she hasn’t said a word about stopping and when I move down to take a turgid nipple between my lips, she lets out a low moan as her legs automatically splay. Right now, I thank whatever deity is out there that I have the ability to hold a plank for ten minutes. I chuckle as I move to the other breast, giving it equal attention, because those silly challenges my cousins and I often engage in that keep us in peak shape are helping me out so I don’t crush her with my weight.

She’s not exactly a wisp of a woman; she’s got all the right parts in ample amounts, but it’s obvious she’s physically fit as my hands move down to span her waist while I nibble, lick and kiss my way toward the honey pot that’s steadily leaking.

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