She was the girl I use to bully. That was until she captured my heart.
Still relevantly new in a relationship, I can't keep my hands off of her. My Red was addicting. Forever addicting.
Now, we're in college with a imperial distance between us.
No...
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Slipping on the gray sweat that Mercer gave me, I grabbed the towel that I used and walked back into the room. Mercer was still in the same spot as when I left him. Naked and on his phone.
His torso and down were covered by the thick comforter. His V-line was revealed in the most mouthwatering way by the dip of each tattooed ab. His hair was a mess, thanks to the pulling he caused me to do during our steamy session.
The smell of what we just did was stronger after I got out of the shower, and now I was exhausted.
The moment he lifted his head from his phone, he placed it to the side and watched me place the wet towel next to his own on the door. Making my way to the bed in nothing but one of his white tees and gray sweats, I sat on the edge of the bed and began braiding my hair.
Leaning over and pulling me closer to him while kissing the back of my neck, Mercer causes the sheets to shift a little. A warm rush consumes me at the feeling of his hardness hidden beneath the sheets.
"Again." I smiled, continuing to do my hair.
Without even counting the numerous orgasms we shared, we unexpectedly went through five rounds in the last two hours and thirty minutes. It was clear how much Mercer needed me to be by his side and how much he missed having me around.
"You know I can go hours with you, baby. Hell, we can go all night if you want to."
"All night?" I grinned. "A bit of a challenge for me. We haven't done that before."
I sensed his sly grin play behind my ear as he kissed the shell and said, "First time for everything."
"You have a very big appetite, Petrov."
"My appetite is ridiculous when it comes to you."
I chuckle as Mercer kisses the back of my neck once more before easing back a bit. I then felt his finger in my hair and felt him mimic what I was doing. We do this while conversing in a peaceful silence, and my smile widens.
Once my locs were in braids, I turned to face the man who makes my world stop. Cupping my face, his thumb strokes my cheeks as he stares at me in admiration.
"Fuck, I'm so lucky,." he murmurs in a sincere tone as he studies my face.
Something was heavy on his mind, and although he told me bits and pieces, I couldn't help but feel like there was so much more to what he was feeling.
Shifting, I straddled his hips, not caring that the bed was still a mess. I lean forward, placing a kiss on his lips before resting my head against his.
"You know I always got you, Mercer." His hold on me tightens. "Always."
"I know, baby. I know," he sighs in content.
Often times, I feel like I have to say these things to Mercer because I have the fear that he will doubt. I'm not saying he is but the man I love bottles so much up that if it explodes all at once, it will hurt him.
