Page 72 of Shades of Mercy
“We have needs and urges. Why do we keep punishing ourselves by denying the craving?”
“Mercy…”
“Jag, I know it’s like beating a dead horse but things are only getting more tense between us.”
The look in her eye made the last shreds of resistance disappear, and his raw emotions were exposed.
He scooped her up and laid her across his lap, her bottom pressed against his hard cock. “Do you see what you do to me?”
“If I had one of these,” she ground her bottom against his lap, “—it’d always be hard when I’m around you.”
“Good to know…I think.” He chuckled.
She slid her hand into his hair and searched his face. “I don’t think we’re going to be able to deny ourselves much longer.”
He nodded. “I think you're right.”
He leaned in and kissed her—a quick kiss to test the waters.
She shifted and straddled his lap, nearly making him sweat.
“I think it’s time we stop the punishment.” She stroked his dick with the apex of her thighs.
“Fuck, I don’t think I have it in me any longer to deny this. You’re beautiful and sexy.” He moved his hand to her neck, running his thumb along the hollow between her collarbones.
She bucked against him. “That’s what I’ve been wanting to hear.”
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The bulge behind his zipper told her how much he wanted her. She’d never wanted anyone as much as she wanted him. Pleasure grew inside her, causing butterflies to dance inside her belly.
“Jag, this is okay. Not only is it okay, but right.” She planted kisses on his forehead.
“I want to take things slow. I want to enjoy every minute.” He pushed the spaghetti straps of the sundress down her shoulders. Her nipples tightened, and his gaze warmed her. “You have the most beautiful breasts.” He cupped them, kneading them, flicking her nipples with his thumbs.
She’d never been told that before, that she had nice breasts. They were neither small nor big. They were just there. A little saggy because they were real, but not too saggy.
His hand smoothed over her stomach. Also not perfect, but the way he touched her made her feel perfect. His hand gently moved between their bodies and he found her clit. All thoughts left her brain, and the only one remaining was desire.
She lifted her bottom, giving him access to penetrate her with his wide finger.
She rode his hand. She’d never been more turned on by something so simple as a finger job.
“I want to watch you come.” His breath was hot on her cheek. “I want to hear you call my name.”
Excitement jetted through her. “I’m close already.”
“That’s my girl. As I remember, she's sensitive.”
“You do this to me.” She leaned her head to one side.
“I have an insane need to have you and to protect you.” His finger slid deeper, slowly, then slowly pulled out to the tip.
“I haven’t been with anyone since you,” the admission seemed to slip out.
He paused. “That’s a fucking turn on.”
His voice could only be described as dark and tense. His thumb rolled over her clit, striking it. An incoherent sound came from her, or was that from him?
