Yayyy, the upload's working! I posted this to my tumblr after intense frustration and hours of trying to upload it here. Now that it works, my FF fans can enjoy it, too! (Although I suspect most are on tumblr as well lol)
This one-shot was born from the worst case of writer's block for my multi-chap fic and idle fingers. Please enjoy! And please review and tell me if you enjoy (I'm so insecure with M rated things...writing them gives me the itchies).
xoxoxo
He had found her letter stuffed in his suit jacket, scribbled in a delicate cursive and sealed in a lilac envelope, pressed with a mauve kiss from her pouted lips. Smelling the perfume that was so distinctly his girlfriend's, Sam wasted no time ripping open the paper and reading its contents.
Happy Valentine's Day, Baby!
I know I'm a bit late with my present, but I wanted to give you something extra special this year and had to work up the nerve to go through with it. Meet me at home after work today. And don't wear a lot of layers. It's gonna be no fun if you're overdressed. ;-)
Mercy
Have Mercy! All kinds of thoughts bounced around his head at once. Ever since they've been officially official again (after the unfortunate Shane fiasco), he and Mercedes had wasted no time fixing their fractured relationship and making each day special. It would be five glorious years, officially in April, since they've been together and time had only served to reawaken their passion with each passing year. And, each Valentine's Day, both he and Mercedes would go to great lengths to prove how much they loved each other, with even more gusto than their anniversary or birthdays. Part of him reasoned it was because of the painful Valentine's Day they had five years ago. Another part of him knew it was because they were both hopeless romantics who, loathe as they were to admit it, adored the oooey gooey adorableness of the day. Sam had a special moonlight picnic under the stars planned for tonight, but plans for the evening? All Mercedes.
So he couldn't wait to see what his love was gonna surprise him with. He loved receiving romantic gestures as much as he loved giving them. His male pride just wouldn't let him voice that out loud.
Bounding from his desk at the stroke of five, he drove a little faster than he should have to Mercedes' home, pent up with excited energy. His palms were sliding on the steering wheel, sweating profusely. Whatever that letter implied sounded mighty….delicious. He couldn't jump out of the car and ring the doorbell fast enough.
Hearing the creak of steps approach the front door, Sam quickly did a once over of his appearance, smoothed out the stubborn cowlick in his bangs, and shoved his hands in his pockets to avoid fidgeting.
Seeing her face in the doorframe and watching her eyes light up at the sight of him were truly magic. It always was with her. Electric sparks of magic that buzzed and zoomed around them, making anything they did together powerful and boundless. With her, he felt like superman.
"Hello beautiful" he greeted her, smiling his charming half smile and trying to pass his nervousness as cool swagger. Eyeing her look for their special time together, Sam didn't think beautiful even fit the description of her. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders in glossy, abundant curls that danced about her shoulders when she moved. Her bangs, once blunt cut across her forehead, now swooped lovingly across her face, carefully covering her left eye and beveling outward in a soft curled wing. Her eyes always warm and lovely, were now smoldering, coated in dark mascara and long feathered lashed that softly fanned across her cheeks when she blinked. Lips lush and pouted coated in a light shimmery gloss that made them look absolutely delectable. Sam silently hoped it was the mango flavored one. That gloss always made him suck on her lower lip a little longer than usual when they made out.
"Hey yourself, handsome" she blushed, looking away from his intense gaze. Her body was still concealed as she stood behind the door, but Sam could have sworn he caught a peek of a black and pink silky fabric covering her shoulder.
Fuck me.Mercedes covered in silk just might make for the best Valentine's Day he's ever had.
"You're earlier than I expected. Doesn't it take like twenty minutes to get here from the office?" Mercedes had moved closer three years ago to be near him. Traffic in the city was serious and she hated the rushed hustle and bustle feeling of long commute. Renting an apartment close by was an easy decision.
It was an even easier decision when she realized how much more privacy she had here than she would have at her old, smaller apartment. Today would be one of those days where that will come in handy. Especially if Sam responded to her gift the way she hoped he would. She didn't want them being the subjects of tenant gossip.
"I know, it does usually take longer to get here" he answered, "but your letter had me anxious. I couldn't wait. I tore through traffic like a crazy motherfucker trying to get to you." He blushed at his admission, looking away briefly before meeting her eyes again.
Mercedes had to stifle a laugh. "You don't even know what my gift is!"
"Mercedes, you ended a letter with "Don't wear too many layers." A man can only imagine." He caught brief sight of the silk clad shoulder. "And if that silk is saying anything, it's telling me that what you have planned might be better than my wildest dreams."
"Oh, I sincerely hope so." She smirked coyly, leaning her head against the edge of the front door and leisurely running her finger down its edge. Sam gulped watching her finger travel, imagining all the things that little pointer could do to his body.
"S-so, can I come in?" he inquired, mentally cursing his schoolboy stutter. He was trying to play it cool, but this woman could just crook her finger and get him undone and unruffled without even trying. But God,did he secretly love the power she had over him. He would submit to any of her demands any day of the fucking week. And she knew it, too. But she never once took advantage of it.
And as satisfied as Sam was in the bedroom, part of him secretly lusted for that version of Mercedes. One who would rip the reins from him, grab his dick in her hands, and tell him what to do with it.
Just the thought of it got him firm and ready.
"Yeah sure, of course. Come right in." She uttered shyly, opening the door wider for him. Walking inside her home, he was taken aback by the beautifully elaborate table set up in the middle of the room. Cream and gold china complimented the stark white of the tablecloth and blood red of the rose petals in their centerpiece. The fire licked and roared, illuminating the dark room in a sensual glow. Soft music played in the background, turned low enough for mood-setting. It was the classic romance of the scene that left Sam enthralled, and he turned to Mercedes wondrously, ready to thank her and kiss her senseless for the gift.
What he was not ready for was the sight of his silk-clad Mercedes, wrapped in a black and pink oriental robe with delicate pink cherry blossoms scattered across her bust. The soft pink of the hem played against her smooth brown skin beautifully, and the wide band tied around her waist in a perfect bow left Sam wondering if this perfect gift could really be his.
Realizing, of course, that the robe also dipped into an extremely low V, revealing the black and pink sheer lace bra that barely contained her ample bosom, he thanked God that she was. And the robe hit her mid-thigh, rising even higher in the back on the shelf of her ass, daring his itchy fingers to reach over and flip it up. He loved that ass more than food and water; the feel of it, the slight jiggle when she walked, the way it reverberated in his hand when he smacked it hard and made her yelp. And wrapping it up in such a nice package-a package that can easily be ripped away and opened up at that….
Well, even better.
He exhaled slowly as he took her in, feeling a sudden tightness envelop him. Left speechless, Mercedes filled the silence with a shy half smile and a seductive glance.
"This was my surprise. You like it?" she asked, open palms trailing down her ample curves. Watching him gulp and nod slowly, she continued. "I...um…we never did this before. The whole romantic dinner and sensual evening bit. I thought it would be nice….you know, to have dinner in front of a roaring fire and spend some time together….before we got intimate."
Sam still lacked the words, and Mercedes became less and less confident under his gaze. She had never done anything quite like this before. As confident as she was in life and, now, in love, it was a bit harder for her to initiate things during their sexy times together. Irrational fears sprung up, and she cursed them to hell, even as she spoke them. "We don't have to…I just thought it would be a nice change…and the robe and bra and panties are new, but I wasn't sure if they were right for me or if they were sexy enough….if you don't like it, you can-"
The sudden force of his lips, harshly pressing against hers, stole her next breath. His hot mouth devoured her, moving and prying and urging her to open. Once her lips yielded, his tongue shoved down her throat and languidly danced with hers, wrapping around hers and flicking tip against tip. The moan that escaped in the brief parting of their lips was low and needy, vibrating all through her with a guttural tremor. She pulled his hands to her body and felt his nimble fingers claw at the well-arranged bow, opening her robe to reveal the sheer rose pink boy shorts he had hoped were there. Pushing her against the door, he stepped out of their kiss and held the fabric open to stare at her in all her lush glory. The unabashed lust in his eyes made her soak through the dainty fabric.
"When I saw you standing there, looking like the damn near hottest wet dream I've ever had," he growled, pushing her thighs apart and pressing himself fully against her. "I didn't say anything because I was trying to figure out how many different ways I could rip off those boy shorts, bend you over, and milk that pussy before dinner got cold."
Hearing her gasp and whimper at his words, and reveling in the feel of wet lace rubbing between his fingers, he licked a leisurely path across her clavicle and up her jugular to the curve of her jaw, kissing his way back down and nipping at the tight flesh of her shoulder. "But then I said to myself, Sam, you horny fool, it would be such a shame to waste such a delectable outfit. Especially when I could just hold the panty crotch to the side and fuck you with them on" He held up her leg against his thigh, pulled her crotch over, and ground his clothed hardness in tight circles against her center. Feeling her heat pressed against him was indescribable.
"Sam! My God! You're gonna make me cum. I swear, stop now, or I'm gonna cum all over you and we won't finish dinner." She whined breathily. Yet still, she pressed her hands to his ass, guiding his motions. Feeling his dick laid up against her made her pussy drool, liquid heat dribbling slowly down her inner thighs.
Sam kissed her hard, shutting up her protests, and slowly ran two fingers along her naked labia, teasingly missing her clit. "But then, I said, you know what Samuel?" Mercedes watched him lick and suck his coated fingers clean, savoring every drop of her juices. Seeing his long tongue flick the tip of his fingers and roll her sticky essence around in his mouth made her shiver. Her eyes couldn't stop staring at his lips, magnetically drawn closer and closer to them. "Why don't you just throw her over your shoulder, carry her upstairs, and ask her how she wants to be devoured? After all, it is ladies' choice." He whispered against the shell of her ear, breath tickling against her sensitive skin.
"Mmm…ladies choice, huh? Sounds promising" It's the best response she could come up with, considering Sam's rough tongue tickling her ear had taken away her ability to think of a more seductive answer.
"So, do you still insist on dinner?" he released the crotch of her panties with a snap, smacking her right on her hooded clit. In case she missed his urgent plea, he palmed and smacked her twice, hard and quick, on her love button.
"No….no dinner…" she answered breathily. Her naughty half-smile returned once Sam removed his hand from between her. "Straight upstairs to dessert…"
His smile mirrored her own. "…and the last one upstairs…."
"….gets to call the shots." His eyebrows raised in surprise. Usually it was "…gets to be on top." or "…gets to cum the most." Her new answer left him mildly intrigued and majorly turned on.
She pushed away from the door and slowly circled around him, licking her lips as their eyes stayed connected. He seemed distracted by her darting tongue, not realizing that she drew closer and closer to the staircase.
Good, just what I want…
Quick as a flash, she bounded up the stairs, running up at least five steps before he cleared from his lusty fog and realized he was losing.
Ever the competitor, Sam grabbed for the hem of her robe, nearly bringing her to her knees midway up. She pushed playfully against his grasp, kicking and shrieking adorably at his cheating tactics. Her leg flew up, mid Kung Fu high kick, and flashed him a small peek of the blush colored delicacy up close. The crotch of her underwear had found its way nestled between her lips from all of their movement, covering only the fat little nub of nerves jutting from her slit. His cock danced at the sight of her.
Her small feet moved quicker than his thoughts and, before he knew it, she had reached the top of the staircase and ran straight to the bedroom, plopping on it like a giddy teenager.
"YES! YES! I WON, Sammy! I WON! In your FACE!" she pointed, taunting. He watched her with a mock pout and her breasts and thighs shook in her victory shimmy. Smiling reluctantly at her silliness, he threw his arm dramatically across his eyes and stretched a hand, clawing for the sky
"NOOOOOO!" he screamed melodramatically, falling to his knees and crawling toward her with fake crocodile tears. "Oh, what a WORLD! What a WORLD!
"Give it up Evans! I won fair and square!"
"No, you didn't! You used your feminine wiles against me!" he insisted, crawling closer until he could rest his head on her knees.
"My feminine wiles? That's weak!" she taunted, arms crossed in mock disapproval.
"That's right! That's my story and I'm sticking to it!" His voice lowered an octave as he gazed upon and kissed the pillow softness of her thighs. "Opening up that pussy and wiggling it in my face like that." He tutted, glaring at her accusingly as his lips lingered on her knee. "Naughty, Naughty girl"
"I canbe naughtier, I promise" she purred, eyes dancing. "In fact, I may be up for another game, if you still wanna play."
He heard the promise in her voice, growing more excited. "Oh, I'm game.." he purred back, pushing her thighs a little farther apart and involuntarily shivering at the way they stuck together with the sticky sweetness of her nectar. He gave her inner thigh a long, savoring lick as he winked at her. Mmmm, shit just got serious, she thought.
But she still had plans for them…
"Now," she began coolly, seeming unruffled by Sam's erotic attentions, "I do believe the prize for the winner of our earlier wager was to get control in the bedroom, correct?"
"Yes, that's correct" he replied just as coolly, hints of a sexy smirk ghosting his face. His fingertips drew idle swirls up and down her left calf, reveling in how easily he glided across her skin. He lifted her calf up in front of him, continuing his revered awe of her taut flesh as she spoke to him.
Feeling his rough fingertips skate across her calf had her whole leg trembling. "Sssooo that means that I, being the winner and all…" He rolled his eyes at her good naturedly, making her smile. "I get to call the shots."
"Mmmhmm" Sam said distractedly. Her trembling leg had moved the small bit of robe covering her pelvis and he spotted a particularly delectable pound of flesh exposed on her hip that demanded his oral attention. He peppered small kisses up her leg as she continued.
"And you know what I really wanna do, Sammy?"
"Uhhuhh" he shook his head as his lips lightly ran over the intricate pattern woven into her panties, tenderly moving his way up her inner thigh.
"I want you to watch me fuck myself with one of my toys until I come. Then I want you to fuck me."
His eyes bulged, frozen as he sucked on the tight flesh of her hipbone. Fuck, was he dreaming? He had to be dreaming…..
"I-I'm sorry?" he squeaked.
Her smile had transformed from innocent to predatorial somewhere along his travels from calf to hip, and it caused a white hot tremor to flash through him. With her heavy lids and sexy swoop of a bang covering her eye, she looked every bit the seductress man-eater he'd seen in cartoons and movies. But this sexy woman was for him and him alone, and watching her bite her lip and smirk like she owned him made him envision her pressing him down, panting and galloping on his dick.
He needed her. Like now. If he were any harder, he'd go cross-eyed.
"I said I want you, my dear sweet boyfriend, to watch me fuck my tight little pussy with one of my dildos until I cum. Then, I want you in me, owning that pussy until I cry and beg you to stop. I didn't stutter." Mercedes repeated calmly, caressing her full breasts in her hands and roughly pinching her hardened nipples in front of him.
Slack jawed at her bluntness, Sam mentally willed himself to stop drooling and breathe. He didn't respond for what seemed like hours, just trying to take everything she said-everything she was doing-right in front of him! It's one thing to dream it….it's a whole 'nother thing to have your girlfriend in front of you ready and willing to do it all.
Breathe, Sam, Breathe….she's waiting for you to respond….and fuck, she looks so good on that bed, pinching herself for me….Can someone die from excessive hardness?...I think all the blood in my body might be down there….god, she's so BEAUTIFUL! I can't believe she's mine and…..
"Sam!" she yelled, making him jump. "Are you in or not? Because I'm about two seconds away from reaching in my drawer and starting without you." She crossed her legs so the friction of her thighs rubbing together would serve its proper purpose and give her some relief. Everywhere throbbed and ached for him, so much that pinching and gyrating were no longer enough. She yanked her delicate bra cups down, releasing her dark areolas to the colder air, and massaged her hot, needy flesh with her hands. Her back arched sharply at the contact and made her breathe a small hiss when her nipples puckered from the chill. Her legs uncrossed slowly and Sam watched on, enraptured, as the hand on her right breast crept slowly down her sternum and stomach, past the waistband of her lacy undergarment, to spread her lips open and lightly flick the sensitive tip of her clit.
The light stimulation released a sexy, open mouthed "OH!" from her lips, finally breaking Sam from his daze. His clothes were off before she could flick herself again.
Sensing the movement, Mercedes opened her eyes and smiled down at her now disheveled man, clad in nothing but white boxers and socks. Reaching in the small slit, he fished out his hard and eager cock from their confinement and stroked himself rapidly and shamelessly.
Damn, if they weren't playing around, Mercedes would have jumped him by now, but she was never one to start something and not follow through. Plus, seeing his response to her taking control made her want to push him even more, to see how sex crazed he could really get. And then, when she finally let him inside her….
Her whole body violently trembled from the imagined pleasure. Catching herself, she found his gaze and bit her lip, smiling seductively at the sight of him unclothed. He rose up from the ground and stood in front of her, stepping forward so he could feel her breath on his erection. Shit, even her breathing on my dick gets me off….
"Much better. Somuch better" she panted, eyes gleaming as she watched his hand pump and twist around his cock. No longer able to resist his closeness, Mercedes bent forward and sucked his warm head in her mouth, caressing its small slit with her tongue. The small shot of pre-cum coated her tongue and, just to tease him, she gave an audible swallow and continued her ministrations. He stroked himself harder as she caressed him.
"Oh fuck yes, baby….just like that…do me just like that. Oh hell, Mercy, just let me inside you. Please? Just let me cum inside you…let me fuck you hard…I know you want it too…" Her mouth around him had Sam begging for pussy. Just feeling her clench around him would be a welcome relief from the overwhelming strain.
He looked down just as she looked up, full lips still poised around him. She stopped, mid suck, and smiled naughtily around the head of his cock, giving him a slow, firm lick before releasing him. He groaned at the feel of her tongue and groaned even louder at the loss of her wet warmth around him. Just as he was ready to beg, she moved his hand from his shaft and took the reins, stroking with slow, sensual glides up and down him. She would stretch out her tongue and flick the red and bulbous head on occasion, just so she wouldn't miss the taste of him.
"MERCEDES! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? OH GOD!" he breathed, sharply. Outright panting now, he ran his fingers through her soft hair and mussed up her curls, loving the shroud of wildness it created around her face. Everything about them, their lovemaking right now, felt untamed, and Sam thoroughly enjoyed embracing his baser instincts with her.
Hearing him scream her name—her full name—like he did made her legs fly open and her index finger go to work on her clit. Her strokes on herself and on him were faster and harder now, racing to the precipice of orgasm. She was so close, her baby was so close, and they would make that leap together if she could stroke them right. She clenched and he pulsated in her small hands. Almost there…gonna blow so hard….
He heard her breaths grow shallow and desperate and dared himself to open his eyes and look down at her. Aw shit, I know she's not doing what I've dreamed she would always do. If she is, I'm cumming on her face…
He opened them and watched her suck him off while she diddled her clit, thighs wide open so he could see her fingers flex through her panties and watch the short spurts of lady-cum hit the crotch, making the wet spot grow larger with each of her moans.
"Oh Sammy….ooooohhh shit, you made me squirt, baby" she moaned, stopping her movements and quickly leaning back on her elbows in front of him, spreading even wider so he could see the full effect he had on her. Pulling her crotch aside impatiently, she spread her labia in front of him and exposed her soft button of a clit, standing as proudly as his dick. She sighed in relief at the exposure, happy she could touch herself without any barriers in the way.
Her dark brown fingers ran against the baby pink of her mons, and Sam thought, in aroused reasoning, he finally understood why pink and chocolate brown were valentine's day colors. The creator of the holiday must have been greeted by the sight of an ebony goddess, legs splayed, getting off on his sheets and become inspired. Hell, with Mercedes gyrating and wetting the sheets like she was, he could find a cure for cancer, he was so damn inspired. She was a pulsing epiphany, touching herself like that.
"Aww fuckfuckfuc…oh yes…oh, shit, I'm cumming so hard for you…..so wet for you, Sammy….OH! SAAAMMM!"
She circled and caressed , flicked it and rubbed, until she finally came with a shout, one large stream of cum squirting from her splayed pussy, hitting his abdomen.
In the excitement of her climax, Sam eagerly stepped forward and stroked himself hard, aimed between her legs. She watched him approach her and eyed his body, giving special attention to his tensing abs and rapidly jerking hands, jackhammering his length.
"You wanna cum now, don't you? You watched me cum and it made you so turned on, didn't it?" she teased seductively, mellowing in the afterglow of her own release.
"Yes, GOD yes, Mercedes. I'm gonna cum all over you. You're gonna be a hot sticky mess when I'm done with you." He groaned hoarsely, mere seconds from exploding
"Ah ah!" she tutted, wiggling her finger before biting it seductively. "That's not how it works. The game says I take control, remember?"
His eyes flew open, gaping at her. She can't be serious? After all this!
"Oh, have mercy, Mercy! Fuck, I don't think I could take it…." His eyes pressed closed tightly, trying to stave off his release.
She smirked at his begging. Something about having Sam Evans whimper and beg to come all over you really did something for the ego. She felt positively irresistible.
"Now Sammy, I'm reasonable, baby." She continued, purring. "You can cum all over me, if you'd like. Cum on my pussy, cum on my legs…"
He groaned loudly at her teasing, entertaining the naughty suggestions. She smiled wickedly, watching his crumbling resolve.
"I just need you to follow my simple instructions. Three easy things, no worries." She reassured.
"Anything right now, Mercy. ANY FUCKING THING, right now. Just name it….you want the moon? I'll get the fucking moon and tie it in a bow for you if you let me cum…"
She had to chuckle at that. His eagerness made her giddy.
"As tempting as that sounds, I don't want the moon. I don't need the moon, Sammy. Just you and that rock hard gift of a dick you're stroking for me. You look so delicious right now…" she licked her lips at the memory of him in her mouth.
"Ugh…please, Mercedes!" He was practically crying now, and she felt pity.
"Okay, I'll stop teasing. Just three things for me, okay?" she whispered. He nodded eagerly, not trusting his voice. "First things first, you've got to open your eyes and look at me—I meanreallylook at me when you cum, got it?"
His eyes opened immediately to her stare. He watched as she sucked a digit in her mouth, getting it nice and wet, before touching and circling it around her areola until it wrinkled and puckered. Her other hand caressed between her legs, dipping into her wetness and slowly pulling out her fingers until sticky ribbons of her essence laced them. She brought the fingers near her lips and opened her mouth, letting the sticky sweetness drip slowly on her tongue. Her eyes never left his, just glinted and winked seductively at him.
"Christ.." whispered Sam, hotly, as he watched her taste herself.
"You know, you really shouldn't take the lord's name in vain, baby. It's not nice." She gently chastised, doing sinful things to his body when she sucked each of her slick digits clean, one by one.
"Not in vain. I'mdefinitely saying a prayer of thanks." He defended, watching every move of her tongue as it wiggled in her mouth. "You are a one in a million wonder, Ms. Jones."
She beamed at his compliment and tilted her head, making her curls fall softly against her left shoulder. "I appreciate the appreciation. You know I'd do anything for a fan, especially one as irresistibly sexy as you." Her voice whispered. Her provocative tone made him stroke faster.
He was getting closer, so she had to hurry. "Second thing, those boxers have to come off. I want to see all of you tense and tremble when you shoot all over me." She smirked, thinking of him losing himself over her. "You are a finely sculpted man, Mr. Evans, and I want to see every cut and contour bend for me."
His boxers were off and thrown across the room before his shaft could miss his hand.
"Good boy" she crooned. "Now come closer, I want to feel you."
He eagerly closed the small space between them and let her touch his chest and stomach, reveling in the feel of her soft hands possessively perusing his body. She pressed soft kisses on each tensed ab muscle and licked in the furrows of space between them.
"Yesss" he hissed, needing the contact. He was so achingly close, just a couple more strokes…
"One more thing, Sammy?" she questioned between kisses, using a small baby voice that made his dick jump in his hands.
"Yeah, what's the last thing?" she left his body and leaned back, lying flat against the bed. Her knees opened and bent to her chest, giving Sam the most delicious view of her again. She stroked herself leisurely and closed her eyes, delighting in her own touch.
"When I do let you cum," she breathed, "after I let you cum, can you promise me something?"
He gulped and nodded, eyes rolling briefly in the back of his head from all the dizzying stimulation.
"Those toys I have? I want you to sit behind me and screw me with them. I want your dick nestled between my ass while you pound me senseless with them. I have one that is shaped just like yours—my favorite, actually-and I always wanted to know what it would feel like to have you thrust behind me and in front of me at the same time. That thought always gets me off."
"Aww, hell yes!" he screamed, feeling his balls grow heavy and the beginnings of his hot stream travel up his shaft. "Awww, shit, I'm gonna...aaaawwwww, Mercyyyyyy..."
In three strokes he came, pearled streams of sperm hitting her stomach and thighs, nary missing their target.
"Mercedes" he choked out, tearing up at the intensity of his orgasm.
Slowing his strokes, he kneeled down and pressed soft, lingering kisses to her center, licking away at any slippery spots until she was clean.
"Oh, Sam" she sighed happily, eyes closed and right hand draped across her, lightly circling the tip of her left nipple. He was so gentle with his movements, so loving with his tongue, it took her breath away. She was beyond words with this man and their love. It was indescribable.
In sync, they looked at one another and smiled bashfully, letting every word and action that passed between them sink in.
"Thank you" he said suddenly, making her look down at him again. His eyes were warm and peaceful.
"For what, exactly?" she smiled, catching the infectiousness of his loving stare.
"For loving me. For choosing me. For being sexy for me, taking control." He kissed the inside of her thigh. "You know how much I love that."
She smiled, happy that he was pleased. "I've gotta say, after a while ago, I really love it too. The power is exciting and.." she bent her head down shyly, covering her face with her hair. "I don't think I've ever cum so hard before."
God, he loved this woman and her many layers. How she could whisper harsh, dirty words in one breath and kiss him softly in the next.
"I know, I've never seen you gush before." He whispered, smirking handsomely.
Her nervous giggle warmed him. "Gush,Sam? I wouldn't exactly call it gushing.."
"Are you kidding? You practically super soaked me! It was so damn sexy" his eyes widened in awe of her. "Youare so damn sexy. Where did you learn…all..THAT?"
"I read things.." she mumbled mysteriously, trying to hide her blush. She turned her head away from his amused smirk.
"Whatever the hell you're reading, I wanna read. That was hot as hell" He kissed her cheek and moved her hair away to nuzzle her neck.
"I'd only do it with you" she admitted. Hearing the slight change in her voice, he looked up and turned her head to face him, looking into her eyes.
"All of this….I can't imagine doing any of this with anyone else. You're it for me." She confessed, one lone tear streaming down her face. "Do you understand?…..it's you. Just you."
He realized now that she was talking about more than kinky sex. She meant love. She meant share her body. She meant spend her life with. He heard it all in her confession. He saw it all in her eyes. And the reality of the moment hit his heart in the profoundest of ways.
"Mercedes….does this mean?" He hoped, dare dream it meant….
"Yes. I'm saying yes to you." she nodded, crying and smiling until her face ached from the tension.
"Yes? Really? You're…." he nodded with her, smiled just as ridiculously. He felt so light, floating in a surreal, breathtaking reality that only happened in romance novels and classic love stories.She said yes…
He kissed her passionately, holding her face firmly against his. Her hands went to his hair, gripping and tugging until drew delicious moans from him. She felt feverish and alive and deliriously happy all at the same time. With him, her boyfriend of five years who had given his heart and life to her without any hesitation.
Now, this amazing man, had become her fiancée.
"The ring!" he pulled away and shouted suddenly, frightened. "I forgot the ring at home with my folks! After your last four no's, I figured they could hold onto it for safekeeping. You know, until you were ready…."
She shook her head, beaming. "It's okay. It wasn't all planned. I just….I had to say yes this time. It wasn't right before, but this time…I don't know, I just felt ready to say it."
"Take this in the meantime." He said, pulling off his emerald and gold college ring from his finger. She laughed as she accepted it and slid it on her finger. It felt like one of those promise rings girls would always get from their boyfriends in high school. It was sweet, and simple, and more than enough.
"I need everyone to know that you're taken until I get the ring. No one's checking for my fiancée." She laughed again, falling forward until their foreheads touched. Embracing the joy of the moment, he kissed her again, working her lips gently and slowly, not needing any more words.
She was the one to slowly pull away this time, moving his blond bangs away from his eyes and holding his jaw in her hands. She gazed at him, each eye, both lips, his sharp nose and sparkling emerald eyes and smiled happily all over again.
"Now," she mused, pecking his lips, "about those toys…."
His grin, already impossibly big, had somehow grown big enough to split his face. Time to play…..