“It was a short discussion,” I broke in, before she got the wrong idea all over again. “Covering only the most essential points. But it was enough. And talking isn’t what I want to do now. Unless… if there’s something you think we need to—”
“No,” Mercy said, her voice going rough, and yanked me to her.
That kiss was even better than the first. Our breaths mingled hot between our mouths, and her tongue twined with mine. I kissed her until I felt like I’d drown in her.
Her hands traveled over my chest, and I was suddenly giddy with the thought of all the places I wanted to touch her, all the things I wanted to do to her—things it seemed she was just as eager for as I was. I had no idea how that had come to be, but I wasn’t going to question it, not in this moment.
I tipped her down on the bed as gently as I could and then climbed atop her. Her hair fanned over the white pillowcase. As I kissed her again, I looped a strand around my finger and tugged on it. Her moan echoed into my mouth. That was all the encouragement I needed to repeat the gesture.
Her tongue came out to play against mine again. I explored the delicious cavern of her mouth, thrusting in and out with my own tongue as if I was fucking her with it. Mercy gripped me hard, her fingers digging into my shoulders like she couldn’t bear to let me go. My cock that had only been half-mast went rigid, straining against my fly.
I resisted touching her entire body as I pressed more kisses along her jaw. Mercy let out little noises of encouragement with each one. She was a tempestuous being, and yet here she lay beneath me as I laid siege to her body, ready and willing to open herself up to me. It was such a fucking turn-on.
I pushed my fingers into hers as I let her feel more of my weight, her warm body cushioning me. Some part of me wanted to stay here forever.
We had all night, at least, and I wasn’t going anywhere.
I continued my trail of kisses down her neck, taking in each of her reactions until I found a particularly sweet spot just above her collar bone. At the brush of my lips there, her chest hitched. Ah ha. I’d seen her touch this spot before when she was nervous.
I stopped and kissed her there again, this time using my mouth to suck softly before letting my wet tongue bring some relief to her inflamed skin. Mercy moaned, the sound deeper this time.
Oh, yes, I’d just discovered a gold mine. But I was determined to seek out every spot that could set her on fire.
I eagerly continued my explorations, this time moving up to her ears. I nibbled on her earlobe before flicking my tongue around it. Her hips pushed into me in answer with a growl that practically made me come in my pants.
I brushed her hair away from her face and looked down into her blue eyes that had darkened in lust. “I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.”
Mercy grinned. Her voice came out breathless. “I think you’re doing a pretty good job so far.”
I teased my hand down her body and placed the heel of my hand against her sex. “Fuck,” Mercy mumbled, pressing into my touch. She was so fucking wet it’d dampened the crotch of her pajama shorts. I wanted to pull them down and feel her gushing for me, let my fingers glide through the slickness. But I was enjoying this too much, charting the little pieces of her that brought her the most intense pleasure, which in turn made me hornier than I’d ever been before.
My hands brushed against her breasts. She breathed out, as if she was waiting for me to go farther. Instead, I kissed her until she was arching against me. When I let the full press of my weight meet her body, her legs rose alongside my hips as if urging me even closer to her.
I pushed against her and watched her eyes roll back as she felt my rigid cock. I did it again, this time a little urgently. A slight burn entered my lungs at the exertion, but not so much that I couldn’t ignore it.
I bent down to taste one of her nipples through the fabric of her top. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, and I felt the nub harden through the flimsy cotton. I suckled a little before biting down, making her squirm under me.
Then, all of a sudden, Mercy set her hand on my chest and nudged me back. “Wait.”
My lust-hazed thoughts jumbled. Was she having second thoughts? I pulled back, braced for the rejection that might have been inevitable.