Your love feels like
All four seasons
Growing inside me
Life has a reason
Swimming in my love, your love lifting
Higher harder...
When Sam came home and walked into their room, Mercedes was turned away from him. To his surprise she was on her cell completely oblivious to his entrance, talking to whom he didn't know. It had been a while since he'd seen Mercedes having a full-blown conversation on the phone so he was slightly intrigued. But only slightly because to be honest…he didn't care who she was talking to. The way she twirled a curl around her fingers and laughed was far more interesting, in his opinion.
For a moment Sam stopped in his pursuit to her, entranced. Even after all this time Mercedes could take his breath away just by standing still. He walked closer to her, catching a whiff of her natural scent—which was wonderfully smothered in his. He smirked appreciatively. Sam knew somewhere in the back of his head that it was probably unhealthy to be such a possessive bastard, but whatever.
It wasn't like he restricted her contact with the outside world. Mercedes was completely free to do whatever she wanted. She had a life outside of him and—slowly but surely—Sam was beginning to have a life outside of her. Having a life certainly didn't stop him from trying to lure her into bed all the time. That, of course, was his main objective no matter what was going on.
Plus, it was hard sometimes to remember that time and space actually had meaning around Mercedes. Sometimes, when Sam stared at her and she didn't notice, he could still see the shy teenaged girl he saved so long ago. In a way Mercedes hadn't changed: she was still introverted, still hesitant to claim what was hers in certain situations. Overall though Mercedes had grown into a self-assertive young woman…and he loved all that that entailed.
"I think I'm gonna have to go," She said now to whoever was on the other line, "Sam just came home."
"…well tell him I said hello!" The person said. Sam couldn't really make out what they were saying because he wasn't focused on their voice.
No, he was much more fixated with the way Mercedes' hips moved when she changed the leg she was leaning on. Or how the moonlight bursting through the blinds illuminated her to the point where she looked otherworldly beautiful. Or how Mercedes' breasts strained against her shirt when she turned to glance over her shoulder at him. He cocked his head to the side, curious.
Is she wearing a bra?
It was a great question he felt deserved an answer. Thus, Sam was behind her almost immediately, wrapping his hands around her hip and reaching up to cup her right breast, which confirmed his suspicions.
She is. He realized, huffing in displeasure at the new discovery.
Mercedes was barely able to contain her squeak of surprise, obviously not thinking Sam would make such a bold move while she was on the phone. Sam didn't know why though since he had done that quite a few times before. He didn't bother addressing this.
"Why are you wearing a bra?" Sam asked casually, leaning down and resting his chin on her shoulder. This was another great question in his opinion. He had advised Mercedes many times not to bother with underwear of any kind around him. It was pointless, considering it would just end up ruined one way or the other. If Sam had his way she wouldn't wear any clothes around him, but that was a harder bargain to sell. No underwear was a compromise he could live with.
Sam shamelessly stared down the v-neck she wore, sighing unhappily at seeing cotton where he usually saw nipples. He wondered if she was going to make him even unhappier by wearing panties. As soon as Sam slid his hand past the waistband of her shorts Mercedes jumped away from him, abruptly hanging up on whoever she was talking to. Thankfully not before Sam found to his delight that she wasn't wearing panties.
Mercedes glared at him. "That was my mom you know!"
"Okay," Sam said, not seeing her point, "She knows we've had sex by now. At least I hope she does considering we've been living together for years."
She walked over to their nightstand and put her cell on the charger. "Ugh! You don't get it."
"I don't." He agreed.
"Just because she knows we've had sex doesn't mean she wants to constantly be reminded of it," Mercedes explained, "I'm her only daughter and she thinks I'm still a little girl."
She watched Sam, gauging his reaction. When Mercedes realized he still didn't know what she meant even after explaining she sighed. "Once we have kids you'll understand."
Sam observed her closely, deciding to be careful with his words so he wouldn't upset her, "No I do understand, I just don't see how asking why you're wearing a bra automatically means we've going to have sex."
Mercedes pursed her lips. "You really don't?" She asked flatly.
"I mean, I do hope we're going to have sex soon, if that's what you're asking."
She laughed. "It's not, and that's also not what I meant."
"So is that a no?"
"A no to what?"
He stared at her. "Having sex soon."
She gave him a withering look. "I can't believe you."
Mercedes shook her head at him and turned away, walking over to the blinds to close them further. Sam wasn't going to let this go without a fight, though. He wasn't so easily defeated. Especially since he felt her nipple harden against his hand earlier. She wanted him, too.
"I'm sorry," He apologized finally, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
She peered up at him, blinking for a moment before sighing. "I know, and I forgive you. But…can you try to hold off on groping me while I'm on the phone? Please?"
"Yeah I can." He told her, "I just need you all the time, you know that."
Her breath hitched at that. "I need you too." She agreed softly.
His eyes flashed dangerously, and he fought to keep his wits. "You never answered my question, sweetheart." He said, leaning lazily onto the wall beside their bed. Honestly, he wanted to sigh. They could be in bed, right now, having a lot more fun than they were having from just skirting around each other. Sam already missed the weight of her breast in his hand. He closed his eyes, trying to stay focused so he didn't end up begging her.
Mercedes looked at him. "What question?" A glint of the moonlight streaked across her face, enhancing the flecks of amber in her dark brown eyes. Fuck.
Concentrate, dammit, he thought. "Why are you wearing a bra? You're not wearing panties."
"Oh." She said, pulling her bottom lip into her mouth nervously and suddenly looking shy. "I'm—they're really sore for some reason, and they're really sensitive too, so it—it feels better when they're not rubbing against my shirt all day long."
His eyes darted down to her chest. He felt hungry. "Do you want me to massage them?"
"Sam seriously—," Mercedes sounded tired.
"No," He cut in, "I won't try any funny business if you don't want. But I know that it would make you feel better."
"Sam I—"
"Let me help you."
Mercedes stared at him suspiciously for a moment before reaching up her shirt and behind her back to unclasp her bra.
"You should take your shirt off too," He suggested, "It'll make things easier." She nodded and turned away from him, pulling the shirt and bra over her head.
"I'm gonna lay down." Mercedes told him, walking over to their bed and lying on her back.
Sam watched and followed Mercedes onto bed, waiting for her direction. From closer examination he saw that her breasts looked slightly rosy and almost swollen. That was probably why they were so sensitive. He wondered, despondently, if this was his doing.
"Did I…?"
"No," Mercedes said quickly, "It just happened this morning and we haven't done anything in two days."
"Okay."
"You can massage them," She said, touching his arm, "Just be gentle."
Sam reached out, carefully cupping the breast closest to him and giving a tentative squeeze. He felt and heard Mercedes gasp, closing her eyes in pleasure.
"That feels really good." She moaned.
"Yeah?"
Mercedes arched into his hand, "Yes. Please—the other one—"
Sam didn't need to be told twice. He kneaded the heavy weight of her swollen breasts, trying not to get turned on but failing miserably. He hardened, thinking of ways to persuade Mercedes into letting him suck her nipples. That would have to help too, right? If he only sucked gently, maybe only just licked…
Mercedes grabbed his arms and her head lolled to the side, exposing the curve of her neck. Sam could smell the beginnings of her arousal, a faint and heady aphrodisiac that called to him. "Oh Sam," Her breath caught, and she writhed beneath his hands.
"Yes?"
"You can kiss them, if you want…it's okay."
He leaned down, blowing air onto the tips of her breasts and lightly, slowly, circled his tongue around a pebbled nipple before pressing a kiss there. Mercedes was nearly purring, murmuring her praises. Her scent was growing stronger.
"I can smell you, sweetheart. Are you getting wet for me?"
Mercedes looked up at him with heavy lidded eyes. "Don't talk to me like that…you know what it does to me…"
Sam flicked his tongue against a distended nipple. "But I can help you there too. Is that what you want? You want me to kiss and suck on your clit? Do you want me to make you feel good?"
She reached out and grab his shoulder, posed almost like she was going to push him away. But then she shuddered, digging her nails into him instead. "You aren't being fair."
He knew he wasn't, but in this instance he didn't care. She wanted him and he wanted her so why prolong the inevitable? It had already been two days—there was only so much he could take. Sam covered her mouth with his, grinding his hardness against her pelvis. He swallowed the small noises Mercedes made and remembered not to squeeze her breast too strongly.
She cried out when he pulled away from her, wrapping a leg around his hip so he couldn't leave completely. He smiled.
"You bastard." Mercedes said, grinning back at him.
Sam's hand crawled down to her shorts, making quick work of removing them. Once those were gone Mercedes made him get rid of his shirt and pants before he did anything else.
He leaned in close to her ear, nipping on her earlobe. "Why did you make me wait two days, love?"
"Because it was becoming—" Mercedes stopped talking once his fingers started running back and forth over her slit.
"What was that, sweetheart?" Sam asked, licking the shell of her ear in time with the pace that he thumbed her clit. "You didn't finish your sentence."
She gasped and tried to buck into his hand but he promptly stopped her. "Answer me and I'll give you what you want." He said.
Mercedes swallowed, her eyes foggy. "I…Sam we hadn't left the bed the entire weekend and I needed time away to remember why I was in school and not just with you on a deserted island somewhere, constantly—uh, ohh…" She stopped herself when Sam started kissing his way down her neck, making a path to her sensitive nipples.
"Go on." He growled out, laving his tongue around her puckered areolas. Mercedes whined in response.
"Constantly d-doing this." She finished.
"Mmm…" He pondered, humming around the peak in his mouth, "And I've already propositioned that to you before, yes?"
"Yes," She said, and Sam wasn't sure if that was an answer or an exclamation.
"But you refused me, because why?"
At this point Sam kind of wanted to turn Mercedes over and spank her. He had suggested they take a couple of weeks to get away but she told him that was insane—even though they were now both so horny he was wondering if she had forgotten all reason. So who was the insane one, really?
She squirmed underneath him, brazenly rubbing her wetness into his hand. "I thought that if we continued on like we were things would just get worse."
He rewarded Mercedes by slipping two fingers into her heat, twisting his fingers directly up to her g-spot. Mercedes writhed and moaned, turning her face into his neck.
"So this," He asked, pumping his fingers in and out of her folds, "Is your idea of making things better? Making both of us needy and desperate?"
She was going to come soon, he could feel her walls fluttering around his fingers and milking them like they would soon be milking his dick. She hadn't come that easily in a long time, which only further illustrated his point.
"I d-d-didn't know." Was all Mercedes said before her lips trembled and she closed her eyes, no longer capable of speaking.
He swirled his thumb around her clit a few times before she came, quite loudly, her wetness nearly soaking his hand, "I'm gonna fuck you, and then I'm gonna buy us some plane tickets to Capri."
She nodded, and Sam moved completely on top of her, licking his wet fingers dry before guiding his dick into her. She was so wet he slid in easily, and he didn't even wait before he started pounding into her. He grunted, trying to tune out her cries of pleasure because she was making it hard for him to concentrate.
"Don't you ever," He panted, moving one of her legs over his shoulder without breaking his rhythm, "Pull that shit again without telling me first."
Mercedes was whining and moaning and mewling without inhibition, trying to meet his hips with every thrust but failing. Sam's pace was inhuman so he wasn't sure why she bothered, but then again she had always managed to surprise him.
He groaned, feeling his pelvis throb from her walls pulling and gripping him. He wasn't going to last very long this time, but that was fine, because after he ordered their tickets Sam was going to fuck her again from behind. "I thought you sick or getting tired of me," He confessed, digging his nails into her thick thigh. "Not just overthinking about having too much good sex."
Their headboard was now banging against the wall loudly, making a sound akin to lightening in a thunderstorm. Mercedes was incomprehensible, keening so wildly he was glad they didn't have many neighbors to overhear and think something was wrong.
"I forgive you baby," He groaned, feeling on the verge of an earthshattering orgasm, "but you're gonna have a lot of making up to do in Capri."
He changed the angle a bit so he could hit her g-spot with every hard thrust. He managed to keep up the pace for another minute and just as he felt himself coming, Mercedes came too. She screamed, scratching at his back and clenching so tightly around him he could've easily came again if that were possible.
Once the last aftershocks rolled through them Mercedes sighed good-naturedly. "Where's Capri?"
Sam smiled, leaning down to kiss her. "In Italy, love."
AN: I really don't know what this is but it exists within the Daydream universe. I haven't finished the story so I don't have any reason to start writing outtakes but here we are anyway. If you want me to continue writing Daydream outtakes or have a prompt, just let me know.
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