Mercy (Restricted Chapters)

Chapter 33

The dominant behavior was usually something that made me nervous but coming from him it was such a turn on. His hands slowly moved under the hem of my shirt; massaging my side as his tongue and lips began working desperately on my neck and jaw. I could now see why all the women went for him; it wasn't just his good looks he knew how to work a womans body. The thought of him with another girl made my blood boil and I could feel my body tense with anger. He stopped what he was doing and looked up at me, "Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?" He panted still out of breath from work he was doing. "No!" The word flew out of my mouth in a panic. His worried expression turned to a sly grin. Without another word he sat up and pulled his shirt off. My jaw dropped slowly as I took him all in, I know I had seen him without clothing before but now this greek god was on top of me and he seems to have released a whole new kind of desire that throbbed between my thighs.

I let myself study his body with my hands, starting on his rock hard stomach. My fingers lingered there before slowly sliding up his chest. The soft warm feeling of his skin on my fingertips was delectable. The desire deep in my belly began to grow and I tried my best to squeeze my thighs together to ease the effects he had on me. He must have sensed my atempts so he leaned in his lips barely touching mine, " What are you thinking about?" His voice took on a tone I had never heard from him before. His voice was smooth like velvet and wrapped me up tighter with each word he spoke. "You." I whisper softly letting my eyes fall shut so that I could fully absorb all the new sensations my body was experiencing.

Then I felt his hands on the hem of my shirt again but this time he slowly lifted it up and over my head, tossing it to the floor beside us. He let out a deep sigh, I looked up at him as his eyes scanned over my exposed stomach and my somewhat exposed bust. The expression on his face showed nothing but need. “Jesus Christ…” He whispered, his tongue flicking out over his bottom lip as he studied my body. Before I could speak our bodies were smashed together as he eagerly devoured my mouth. His tongue pushed into my mouth with a needy force that only made my body respond with equal amounts of need. My back arched away from the futon so that my breasts were forcefully pressed against his strong chest. The friction caused from the bra and movements of his body caused my nipples to harden. His mouth moved south, pausing between my breasts before pushing the thin material of my bra down to expose the hardened buds. His lips wrapped around one as his hand molded gently to the other. The warmth of his mouth mixed with the slow kneading of his hand caused a soft moan to escape my lips. The moan only encouraged him, his tongue flicking at the bud as the pressure of his hand intensified. My body jerked and wiggled under his touch as I felt the warm dampness between my legs increase. As if he was able to read my mind his hand slowly moved down my stomach, sliding in between my pants the thin lacy material of my underwear. I gasped breathlessly as he cupped my sex, his hand began to slowly caress my center as if allowing me to become accustomed to his touch. He leaned in as his hand continued to amplify my arousal, his face nuzzled into my neck. “If you want me to stop all you have to do is say so…okay?” My hips automatically responded to his touch by slowly rocking against his hand. “N-no don’t stop…” I could feel his lips curl into his signature smirk before he planted a few soft kisses to my neck. “Miss Martinez, I think you’re overdressed.” His husky voice growled out and with one swift movement he had removed his hand from between my legs and pulled my pants off and tossed them to the floor. His hands then moved to my back, releasing the hook on my bra. I could hardly contain myself, the need at my core was overwhelming. He leaned down, slowly dragging his lips along the waistband of my underwear, his tongue flicking out at my warm skin occasionally. “Can I keep going?” He asked softly, his eyes moving up to meet with mine. I nodded excessively; at this point I didn’t care how desperate I looked because to be honest I needed to feel his touch. His hands grasped the thin lace and with a rough tug he ripped the material like it was nothing. My breath caught in my throat, fuck that was hot, I thought as I now watched this strong and sexy man kneel between my thighs. There was something about seeing a man like him drop to his knees between my thighs to pleasure me that had awaken my inner goddess. A deep growl came from deep in his chest as he nipped and sucked on my inner thighs. I could feel the pressure growing in my belly due to the suspense. “I think it’s my turn to show you how sorry I am…” He mumbled against my inner thigh and then without any more warning he buried his face between my legs. I gasped out with pleasure as his tongue flicked across the sensitive nub, sending pleasure I had never experienced throughout my body. He continued to lick, suck and devour me like I was his last meal. My legs began to shake uncontrollably and when I thought the feelings couldn’t be any more intense I felt his finger push deep inside of me. A loud moan was released from my chest as my back arched away from the futon. He continued to work his tongue as he thrusted his finger into me over and over. The feelings were too much and when he sucked on my nub he sent waves of pleasure through my whole body as I released and came apart under his touch. He slowed down letting me ride my orgasm his warm tongue licking up all my arousal.

Suddenly, I feel very exposed, not like it mattered since the man had literally just face planted into my lap. I took in a deep shaky breath as I slowly sat up, my hand drifting down to cover myself. He smiled up at me, as his hands wrapped around my waist. “How was that? Do you accept my apology?” a playful smile now covering his damp lips. “Y-yes…” I shuddered, still reveling in my pleasure.

As I came down from the high I realized that I probably owed him in return. I bit my bottom lip as I reached for his jeans. “No.” He said, his hands catching mine and pulling them away from his zipper. “Why what’s wrong?” I asked as I placed my hands back on my body, covering myself. He frowned and pulled my hands away, resting his body on top of mine so that my completely naked body was pressed to his chest. “As much as I would LOVE to see that pretty little mouth wrapped around my…” He cleared his throat and placed a soft kiss to my lips. “We need to take things slow for you. I don’t want to make any more mistakes.” He whispered as he scooped my body up into his arms and carried me to his bed.