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None of the fantasies Sam had about his little grasshopper, came close to the real thing.

Her succulent lips were full and warm against his, as he claimed them in a hungry kiss.

This was a chance...for both of them, after the way things had happened earlier.

He'd let her run out of his house, in nothing more than her panties and a skimpy shirt...but, to be fair, she was upset.

'Mmm...I'll have to talk to her about flashing her gorgeous body, but later…much later,' he thought, as his lips moved skillfully down her throat.

Right now, he was busy running his hands over the most perfect breasts in creation.

They were big, but not too big.

They were just perfect for his hands.

Just then, Mercedes moaned and he went on the attack, sliding his tongue, into that warm heaven she called a mouth.

And instantly, her tongue came out to play and slide against his, making him growl into her mouth.

Her hands slid up his chest, sending ripples of pleasure throughout his body.

He'd dreamed of her touching him...running her hands all over his body...in his nocturnal visions and even in his daydreams.

And he loved the way, she ran her fingers through his hair at night, when they held each other, until sleep claim them.

'I could get used to this,' he thought.

After one last deep kiss, he moved his mouth across her collarbone and ran his tongue down between her breasts, wringing a deep moan out of her.

As time wore on, Sam's hands, never stopped their ministrations.

Currently, he gripped one breast and brought it to his mouth, as an offering.

Then, he ran his tongue around the hard nipple, earning the most erotic moan he'd ever heard from a woman, just before he sucked it between his lips.

After a while, he released the nipple with a loud pop and turned his attention to the next one, mimicking what he did to the first one.

Moments later, his hands slid back down Mercedes' stomach, where he gripped her panties tightly.

And she didn't hesitate in lifting her hips.

Sam smiled, his little grasshopper was a good girl.

He pulled the panties off, then kissed his way down her soft body,

And the moment the undies hit the floor, he gently pushed her back, onto the bed and moved his mouth to one inner thigh and then to the next.

"I wonder if you're as sweet as I imagined," he said, kissing her thigh, before pushing her legs further apart.

Even in the dimly lit room, he could see her sex clearly. The slick lips were puffy with arousal and her short trimmed curls were soaked, making him lick his lips in anticipation.

He pressed a teasing kiss close to her juncture and asked,

"Are you sweet, Mercedes?"

Her answer was a whimper.

"Hmmm...I bet you're sweeter than honey," he murmured, as he leaned in and ran his tongue between the swollen lips of her femininity, in one long lick.

His eyes closed automatically and he moaned deeply.

'Sweeter. Much sweeter than I imagined.'

Mercedes' hips shot off the edge of the bed, but Sam was ready for that.

He simply grabbed her feet and placed them on his shoulders.

Using his thumbs, he spread her open and nearly came from the sight. She was soaked.

Ever so gently, he used his finger and spread the warm clear liquid, over her tiny nub.

And she moaned.

"You like that, baby?" he asked in a husky voice. "Then you'll love this."

At that, he ran the tip of his tongue around the little nub, careful not to touch it. And she squirmed beneath his hands, trying to find relief.

Next, he slid two fingers inside of her, but switched to one, when he realized how tight she was.

Suddenly, he was very glad, he wasn't the only one, who hadn't had sex in a while.

He wanted her desperate for him.

Finally, he ran his tongue over her sensitive little nub, earning a deep moan, so he did it again and again, while slowly sliding his finger in and out of her.

After a few tortuous minutes, Sam had to close his eyes.

He was so close to coming and Mercedes hadn't even touched him yet.

He prayed he wouldn't embarrass himself tonight, because, he planned on being inside of her most of the night.

Her sheath tightened around his fingers like a vice.

And he sucked her between his lips, while flicking his tongue over her...again and again.

"Sam...Sam..."

Mercedes moaned his name softly.

Then loudly, she screamed his name again, as her body throbbed hard around his finger.

He waited until she lay boneless on the bed panting, before pulling away and slowly licking his lips and fingers clean.

Then, he leaned over and kissed her.

"Condom," he said, trying to hold on, before his control snapped.

He was on the edge of coming. He'd never been more turned on in his life.

He wanted to take her, in every imaginable position and some he was sure, were physically impossible. But he was willing to give them all a try.

With those thoughts in mind, he felt Mercedes stilled beneath him. It was so quick, he almost didn't notice it.

Before he could ask what was wrong, she pushed him off.

'Shit!'

Then it hit him, she was probably still pissed about earlier.

"Mercedes? I...fuck!" he groaned loudly...well, yelled really...as Mercedes, in one swift move, yanked his boxers down and took him in her hot wet mouth.

He had to brace his hands on her shoulders, while she worked him, because, he felt his knees start to buckle.

And then, she took the tip of his manhood into her mouth, with a well practiced move, that nearly had his eyes crossing.

Next, she cupped his sack, rolling it around in her hand, making him groan and buck wildly.

Poor Sam, it took great strength, but he forced himself to be still, so he wouldn't hurt her.

She met his eyes, as she slowly took him in and went passed the point, any other woman had ever managed.

He whimpered.

Then, his head dropped back, as she deep throated him, for what felt like an eternity.

Never had it felt like this...so good, so complete.

His little grasshopper had a secret side to her...a side he very much planned on exploring.

He wondered what else she could do and who had taught her. And anger surged through him, just thinking about her doing this with any other man.

But then, she released him and ran her tongue expertly down his length and he quickly pushed those thoughts away.

For several long minutes, panting and suckling sounds echoed throughout the small bedroom, making it harder for Sam to hold back.

He was so damn close. Hell, he could have easily come a hundred times over by now, but he was desperate to keep this going. It felt so good...so fucking good.

Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer.

He tapped her on the shoulder, a sign of warning, and started to pull back, when Mercedes gripped his hip with her free hand and held him in place, as she doubled her efforts.

"Mercedes, baby...I'm not gonna last! I'm gonna come!"

He moaned the last word loudly, as his entire body spasmed, and his shaft hardened beyond belief, then, erupted in her sweet little mouth.

She didn't miss a beat sucking him dry. She completely milked him.

Gasping for air, Sam pulled back, sucking in a deep breath, as he slid out over her tongue.

Lazily, he shoved down his underwear, eased her back and climbed onto the bed, over her.

She licked her lips, making him groan. And he leaned in and kissed her, mixing their flavors.

As they kissed, they slowly moved up the bed. And once her head hit the pillow, he laid on his side and gathered her close, feeling butterflies swarming in his stomach.

As good as it felt, to simply hold Mercedes in his arms, over the past weeks, it felt better to have her in his arms naked.

Surprisingly, it had nothing to do with sex. Sam loved feeling her warm skin against his and feeling her heartbeat, as it lulled him into a deep sleep.

He felt truly happy and contented, as he laid there, with is beautiful grasshopper in his arms.

"Shit!" Mercedes heard Sam yell, as something crashed in the other room.

And from the sound of it, he just knocked over her stack of books on the hallway table, again.

She leaned against the kitchen counter, nibbling on a piece toast, as she watched him stumbling in.

His hair was still wet and he was still fumbling with his clothes. His shoes were untied, his pants undone, his shirt was only halfway buttoned up and he was having a hell of a time with his tie.

He glared accusingly at her, while he made short work of his clothes.

"You didn't wake me up."

She rolled her eyes, as she speared a piece of sausage with her fork.

"I did wake you up. Three times in fact. Each time, you threw something at me and went back to sleep."

Sam gaped at her.

"And you gave up? You know our routine, woman. You have to keep at it, until I'm forced to get off the bed, to find something to throw at you."

His eyes narrowed dangerously on the large breakfast in front of her.

"And you've eaten without me?" he asked, in shocked outrage.

To Sam, eating was sacred, probably because, he liked stealing food from her plate when it was still hot.

Any other morning and she would have made sure he got right up, because, she enjoyed their quiet mornings together, before they faced their hormonal charges.

But this morning, she didn't want to give him a chance, to finish what they'd started last night.

As much as she wanted to...needed to take that next step with him, she was frightened. He was a man with experience and expectations and she was...well, for the lack of a better word, a chicken.

Mercedes was fortunate to be the youngest child in the family, not only because her grandparents took her in, but because, she was able to see from a very young age, how her sisters and older cousins were treated, by so-called friends and men.

Men came and went out of their lives, turning them into slobbering idiots.

She'd known more than one woman over the years, who thought sex, meant love to men, only to have their heart broken in the end.

It might seem old fashioned, but she only planned on sleeping with one man in her life...the man she would spend the rest of her life with.

She had dated over the years and handled her 'needs' in other ways, but never took the chance on any man she'd dated.

Since she'd never fallen in love with them, it had been easy, but with Sam, it was going to be difficult.

She knew without a doubt, that she was in love with him and that, he at least cared for her deeply...as deeply as a man like him could.

She had no delusions, about what kind of man he had been in the past. He'd never had a serious relationship and never cared for any woman he'd been with.

And although he'd changed a great deal and even matured, over the past couple of months, she wasn't one of those delusional women, who thought she could change a man.

Sam could very well be the person, to get her to break the rule, of only one man for life, because, she knew without a doubt, he would never marry her.

He might be able to handle an exclusive relationship with her, but for how long?

She knew, sooner or later, he'd get bored and moved onto the next girl. It would hurt like hell, but she knew it was coming.

So, that left her with a very important decision to make.

Did she take a chance and give herself to him, hoping her heart wouldn't completely shatter when he moved on, or keep it at the physical level, that she was comfortable with?

The only thing stopping her, was the regret she knew she would feel a year from now, when, yet, another woman came screaming and banging on her door, in the middle of the night.

Mercedes watched, as Sam finished dressing.

The entire time he scowled at her, or looked longingly towards the stack of waffles, toast, eggs, bacon and sausage.

Of course, she'd cooked this for him, and he knew it on some level, but this is Sam and he took his food seriously. Too seriously, but that was a job for Dr. Phil to work through, not her.

When he finished dressing, he threw his bag over his shoulder, grabbed the bottle of syrup and soaked the waffles.

Next, he grabbed a fork and the plate and headed for the door, leaving her to roll her eyes and follow him.

While she drove they ate.

For every two bites he took, he gave her one, which worked for her, since it didn't take much to fill her up.

Secretly, she loved it when they did things like this, especially, when he took care of her.

It was so sweet. He made sure she was given the best piece of bacon or bite of sausage and always made sure, to double dip her bite of waffle into the syrup, knowing how much she liked it.

By the time they pulled into the staff parking lot, they had finished and the plate was on the backseat, sitting on the large beach towel Mercedes put back there, for times like this.

They sat there for a moment and watched, as buses and cars drove up in front of the building.

It occurred to her, that she was suddenly nervous.

After last night, she thought it would be awkward first thing this morning, another reason she left the bed early.

Instead, they jumped right into their normal relaxed routine.

But now that the food was gone and they were sitting here, she was really nervous.

Did he regret what they did?

Was she about to get the speech, that he didn't want anything serious?

Would he get pissed, like several men before him had, when she said, she wouldn't sleep with him?

'Damn it! What earth shattering thing is he gonna say?'

"You've got syrup on your lip," Sam said.

'Okay, not exactly life altering,' she thought.

She licked her lip.

"Is it gone?" she asked.

"No."

She wiped her mouth with her fingers.

"How about now?"

He sighed.

"I see, I'm going to have to handle this."

At that, he leaned in and quickly brushed his lips against hers. And she sucked in a breath, as he ran his tongue over her bottom lip.

"So sweet, my little grasshopper," he whispered against her lips. Then, he brushed his lips against hers again. "I know why you left the bed early this morning and why you made sure, I had very little time to do anything else, but get ready for work."

He pressed another kiss to her lips, and took her hand into his.

"I'm sorry for being a jerk last night and almost making the biggest mistake of my life. I was afraid of hurting you. I know what I am and I also know you deserve a guy, that can spoil you rotten and take you to all the nice places that you deserve. I..."

"Sam, I don't care about those things," Mercedes said softly.

He shook his head stubbornly.

"It doesn't mean that you don't deserve them, but if you give me a chance to make up for my past stupidity...and I'm not just talking about with you...I promise that I will do my best to make you happy."

"Sam..."

"I want to try this. You and me, I mean. I know I'll most likely fuck up along the way and you'll want to wring my neck, but I want to try. And I'll do my best not to hurt you."

Mercedes smiled, knowing, that was the best she could hope for from him.

But she appreciated his honesty and knew that if they were going to try to make this work, then, she had to be honest with him, at least about the extent of their relationship.

He might not like being with a woman where sex...well, intercourse wasn't involved. But she had to be truthful.

Mercedes gave his hand a small squeeze and said,

"Sam, if we're going to try this, then, I'd like to take things slow." He frowned. "What I mean, is nothing beyond the level we were at last night." She worried her lip between her teeth. "What I mean...is no actual sex."

He narrowed his eyes on her.

"But, you'll still sleep with me naked and let me do a hundred other naughty things to you?" he asked, in a serious tone.

"Yes."

He brushed his lips against hers again and moved back a few inches to look into her eyes.

"And you'll still cook for me and call me Master?"

Her lips twitched.

"Yes to the cooking and not a chance in hell for the other."

He sighed wearily.

"Fine, how about Lord and Master?"

"Uh...no."

"God?"

"Hell no!"

"My liege?"

"What? No way!"

He gave her one of his lopsided smiles and said,

"I'll wear you down eventually."

She wasn't so sure, he would stick around long enough, to make good on that promise, but for the chance to be with him, even for a short time, she was willing to risk it.

Look c28no...no cliffhanger! Lol. Stay safe people.