Page 70 of Receiving His Mercy
“Be patient, Goldie.”
“I can’t be patient. I’m on the edge. I need to come.”
“Shh, I know.” Bit by bit, he pushed his finger inside her. And then his thumb started to play with her clit. Back and forth.
In and out.
Back and forth.
Another finger joined the first one. Her whimpers grew louder. By now he’d managed to undo the buttons on her nightshirt and pull the edges apart with his free hand. The guy was practically ambidextrous. How he could concentrate on opening her nightshirt with one hand and play with her pussy with the other she didn’t know.
But she was extremely grateful.
Extremely.
Now his mouth was around her nipple, sucking strongly as he drove his fingers in and out of her pussy.
Her breathing hitched. She could feel herself growing close. But for some reason she just couldn’t fall over the edge into bliss.
“Come for me, baby. Come all over my hand. I want to hear you scream.”
That was enough for her. As soon as he said those words, she fell over the edge. Her scream of release was caught in her throat for a start and then it erupted out of her.
“That’s it, well done. You’re doing so well. You are so beautiful. All the time, but especially when you come.”
Damn. He really did know what to say to turn her into a pool of goo.
Then as she was still recovering from what had to be one of the best orgasms she’d ever had, he drew his hand up to his mouth and sucked on his fingers.
“Fucking delicious. I cannot wait to eat you out, Goldie. In fact, I might just do that now.”
“You . . . you can’t!” she said, trying to close her legs.
But he was having none of that. Instead, he pressed his hands to the inside of her thighs to keep her in place.
“Why not?”
“Because I have to clean up. I’m not . . . I have to shower and . . . you just . . . you already made me come. It’s my turn.”
“Your turn? I wasn’t aware that we were supposed to take turns.”
He wasn’t?
“Well, shouldn’t things stay even?” she asked.
“Things should be just how they are. There’s no worrying about keeping things even. Understand?”
“Um, yeah.”
Sort of. She wasn’t really used to someone who didn’t believe they should get back what they put out. If a partner went down on her, they had always expected her to do the same. That was the only reason they’d eaten her out in the first place.
“But why would you want to?” she asked, feeling confused.
He froze for a moment, then a look of anger filled his face which surprised her.
Why was he angry?
“I’m guessing that you’ve been with some real dickheads in the past. Some selfish lovers.”
