Them devils on tumblr with their nastiness have sent my mind into a place where there is smut coming from me... Thanks Ash, Erin and Moni! :P

Y'all, don't get used to this!

Peaches and Cream and Honey

Sam pulled into his parking lot and got Maurice's cage with one hand and his bag with the other. The monkey was pumped up, having been caged up during the ride, but Stacey and Stevie loved the little guy, so he couldn't come without him. He missed Mercedes, like crazy and when his parents asked him what was on his mind, he brushed it off as some personal things that he didn't want to get into. He hated distance between them. He did understand that she needed her space. It made sense. It was the way that she handled it that had hurt him.

Her friends at work gushed over her fruit arrangement and took photos of it and of her next to it, beaming. One of them posted them on facebook and Sam saw, because the guy tagged her in them. It made him smile to know that he had made her happy. Hopefully that meant that she would want to see him, soon. As he walked up the sidewalk that led to his apartment, he looked over and noticed her car parked in the back parking lot. He tilted his head and decided to go inside and put his stuff down then go check on her. She never came by unannounced, even though she had permission; and she never used his spare key...

Sam reached the door and saw a single peach on a bed of peach and white and gold tissue paper. He reached down to pick it up and underneath was a self photo of Mercedes, in a peach colored, silky looking top and a note that read, "I have a surprise for you!" He couldn't hold back his smile as he quickly unlocked his door and went inside. He set the cage down on the table and tossed his bag on the floor. The entire place smelled like peaches. "Mermaid?" He called.

"Sam-Monkey?" She called back from his kitchen. He turned to see her, in a peach colored silky two piece intimate apparel shorts set and a darker peach open front negligee, falling off of one of her shoulders, revealing her beautiful skin and the thin straps that he saw on the photo. "Welcome back," she said, leaning against his kitchen counter with her back to him and her head looking over her revealed shoulder.

"I should leave more often. What have you got going on, in here?" He asked, looking at her, up and down. The peach laced up sandals with heels caught his attention, but everything about her was so perfect, right now that he couldn't savor any one thing. His eyes were all over her.

"Well, I felt bad for how I treated you and I wanted to say sorry. Plus, I wanted to say thank you, for my gift. And I wanted to say I missed you, because you deserve to know that I did."

He sighed and admitted, as he came closer to her, "I thought that maybe you were going to be breaking things off with me after how this past week went." When he reached her, he wrapped his arms around her midsection and looked at the counter, "What's that?"

"It's a peach pie. That's the smell that's all over the apartment, right now," she said, smiling up at him, loving the way that his eyes were lighting up and his smile was beaming.

"You baked?" He asked.

Mercedes pursed her lips and said, "Now, you know that I don't cook or bake. I ordered it from the bakery!" She cheered. "And..." She went over to the freezer and showed him a container, "I went to the creamery and had them to make some homemade vanilla ice cream. And..." She placed the ice cream on the counter and picked up a can of whipped topping, "There's this." Sam shook his head in pleased disbelief.

"You didn't have to do all that, Mermaid. The creamery? That place is expensive as hell and you had a pie baked?"

"I just got it out of the oven from warming it up for you," she said, proudly. He was speechless and her smile started to fade. "Is it too much? I mean – you do sweet stuff and I was just trying to..."

"It's too much," he said, "But, I really, really appreciate it." He was smiling again and he pulled her to him and kissed her gently.

"Well, tonight is all about you, Mr. Evans. I figured that we could have a little dessert, then you could have a bit of my favorite pancakes." She winked at him and he chuckled, remembering that to be the code word for their sexy times (that he coined when she was high off of pills).

"You have wonderful plans, yet again, Miss Jones," he said and beagnt o kiss her neck. Mercedes moaned and melted onto him. Sam pushed her closer to the counter, a little ways from the pie and hoisted her up. The woman let out a squeal and a giggle and he began to slide his hands up her thighs and his tongue down her neck.

"Sam... The desert..."she moaned in a barely audible voice.

"Woman, you said this was my night. You're my favorite dessert." He glanced at the pie and told her, "If it makes you feel better," he stuck a finger into it and rubbed it across her lips before kissing them, making an MMMM sound as he did. He looked into her eyes and asked, "How the hell your lips improve a damned peach pie?" She laughed and shook her head, then stuck her finger into it, as well. She went to trace his lips, but he took her little fingers into his mouth and licked them clean. It brought a smile from him and he dipped into the pie, to scoop out more filling, this time and traced a line from the bottom of her ear down into her top...

Sam was making Mercedes crazy! She was enjoying all of this SO much, but hell – this was supposed to be his night, and yet again, here he was, pleasing her again. He slid her top down to unleash the tops of her bountiful breasts and enjoyed more pie from off of them, then her nipples, then her belly. "Sam!" She hissed. He bit his bottom lip and smiled at her. She slid off of the counter and turned him around to lean against it. She unbuttoned the shirt that he had on and removed it, then pulled his t-shirt over his head. Sam allowed it. He loved letting her do things for him, even though it made him happy just to please her.

She took the top off of the ice cream and used her pinky to get a little bit of it out for his nipples. Sam flinched when the cold treat touched him, then shivered when she removed it slowly, with her tongue teasing him. She kissed a trail down his abs and began to unfasten his belt. He stopped her with his hands and questioned her with his eyes. Mercedes had not gone down on him before and he was unsure if she was ready (she mentioned being curiosu, but she also mentioned being afraid, because of his size). Tonight, she told him, "I won't be able to take it in, but I could do a little something to make you happy," she said, continuing to free his monster from his pants. Mercy took two fingers and scooped out a dollop of ice cream to coat the length of Sam and he moved his legs around all over the place, trying not to take off running or kick a field goal at that weird feeling. She quickly went to lick the length of him, removing every little bit, while he watched her, painfully, trying not to grab her or anything.

Her tongue flapped all around him and he relished the feel of it until he could no longer take her doing this to him and he grabbed her up and threw her on top of the counter again. Her eyes were wide as he quickly pulled her thin shorts aside and shook the whipped cream can. He gave her a little, in her mouth, then kissed her, taking with his tongue to her center. He moaned more than she was at the taste of her and of it and the combination. She wriggled around the counter top, but was not able to get anywhere as he sprayed her down there and attacked it with his tongue, forgetting the can, which hit the kitchen floor with a few clanks and bounced a couple of times before rolling away.

Mercedes reached up and undid a clamp on each strap, which let her blouse fall, and her breasts out and open for her to toy around with while her beautiful partner did his oral business down low. He reached up and tugged on the top, to pull the whole thing down, along with her shorts. When it was just her body in the thin, open robe and those sandals, he collected her from the counter and laid her on the floor. He stretched to reach the can and sprayed her left inner thigh. His tongue made her insane removing it. The ice cream ended up drizzling down her right inner thigh and he highly enjoyed removing that, too. She was bouncing up and down on the hard floor, with her thighs wiggling.

Sam looked at the counter and said, "You got honey, too!"He snatched it down and flipped her over. The robe came flying forward and fell on her bar shoulders. Then, she felt his hand spreading one of her cheeks and the honey begin to slide slowly down her crack.

"Sam!" She called and tried to crawl away.

"Mmm Mmm... my night! And... I'm curious," he said, before dropping the bottle of honey, spreading her open and diving in with his face. Mercedes thought that she might explode or go crazy or something that made no sense, because nothing made sense, at that moment. Nothing should feel the way that this did. She wanted to scramble away, but Sam was insistent on her remaining in his clutches while he took all of the honey he spilled away, chuckling sporadically at her reactions and the sounds that she was making. He had never heard her make such sounds and her high notes were at a peak. She enjoys it – Good to know.

"This is not natural!" She squealed and began to slap the kitchen floor with her hand, repeatedly. The damned pleasure and the torture of this was inconceivable.

"Are you tapping out?" He asked, amused.

"You have to stop! I can't take it!" She cried out. He laughed and kneeled down to put his tongue back into her moisture. The backside thing had her so wet that she pretty much just dripped on his tongue when it connected with her. He'd let go of her, so she fell over and toppled to the floor, with both of her arms stretched out next to her. Sam continued eating her as he multitasked, putting on a condom from his wallet. When he had it on, he sat up and pulled her body to him, sliding in her slickness from behind.

Mercedes arched her back and he watched himself going in and out of her, her brown buttocks shaking in those waves that he adored whenever she shook it. He grunted and took her hips into his large hands to work even harder. She was practically screaming already. He leaned and collected her to himself as he pounded, "Baby? I... I wanna cum on you. Is that alright?"

"Oh – you can – oh... do whatever you want to me. My body belongs to you, Sammy," she moaned. He shuddered with pride and pleasure at her saying that to him and fought off the urge to let loose, right then. She had to make it, first. She had been close, but he needed to make her reach that point. (Sometimes, she couldn't and while it was supposedly natural, it always made him feel inadequate when he couldn't get her there. Always.) He backed up and pulled her on top of him to thrust upward into her from behind. Immediately, she began howling and reached back behind her to grab onto him. Sam arched her back for her and slammed into her like a maniac, grateful for his curve these days, since research told him that it could hit spots that the typical penis couldn't and in this position, Mercedes had this special spot that made her literally howl at the moon. He smiled, watching his precious lady with her head thrown back on his shoulder, unable to stop herself from making all of those calls of the wild as she came closer and closer... He reached around to find her clit. "Come for me, Beautiful. Do it for me, Gorgeous. You are so sexy. You are the finest, the hottest and need you to give it up to me, Baby. God, I love everything about you."

Mercedes let out a loud cry as she gave him what he wanted, her juices flowing out of her, over the condom and mmm... he could feel it dribbling down his sack. She had never cum that hard or that much before and she appeared to be doing it again as he pulled out of her and remover his condom, not wanting to miss his chance. She was gracious enough to reach behind her and help with rubbing it out and he gladly accepted that feeling from her hands that made his own hands feel so worthless on his own body, now. When she milked him out, he groaned as he watched the lovely explosion all over her flawless round booty. It was marvelous and he rubbed his hand over the surface of it, working it gently onto her skin. They collapsed on the floor in each other's arms and he positioned himself beneath her.

"You are incredible," he told her. "That was the best it's ever been." She smiled against his chest and commented, "I got onto your case about scratching your balls in the kitchen... there's no excuse for what just happened. I have semen on my booty, whipped cream on my coochie, peach pie on my titties, ice cream on my thighs and honey in my crack. I'm a hot and sticky damned mess."

He laughed and kissed her on the nose. "My hot and sticky damned mess."

"So, um... I didn't plan on getting my butthole licked."

"And crack," he said.

"And crack," he amended. "That was shocking."

"Yeah, but you kinda loved it," he told her.

"I only let you do that because I'd just washed up. Otherwise, imagine how terrible that would be!"

"Naw – it'd still be good. I mean, it's you. Anyway, I knew that you had washed up you smell like your soap... well, you did when we first started. Now, you smell like a hot and sticky damned mess," he teased.

"Your hot and sticky damned mess!" She snapped.

"Damned straight. You should've never told me that you belong to me. I'm holding you to that," he told her. "In other news, that's a damned good peach pie. Where'd you get it from?"

"That bakery on the corner near the Lima Bean," she said.

"That really expensive place? Mermaid!" He sat up and looked at her, "How much money did you spend on all of this?"

"What kind of...? You aren't supposed to ask people that! Don't worry about it. I did it and you are worth it and it was worth it." She stroked his sweaty hair and tousled it, making a slight shower on herself from it. He smirked and pulled her close to himself again.

"Thank you."

"No need to thank me. I think that you got cheated there. I was the one getting all the pleasure."

"Incorrect, Miss Jones. I love giving you pleasure and it turns me on just to see you want me that much."

"I am eventually going to give you a blow job. You know that, right?"

"It doesn't matter. I'm satisfied with whatever you do give me, Peaches."

She laughed and told him, "Yeah, but I want to give you everything. I want to give it all to you."

Sam made moaning sound and looked down at himself, "You see what you did there? How about we head to the bedroom, now?"

"Not the shower?" She asked.

"I'm just gonna mess you right back up, if you want to know the truth," he said as he got up and reached out to help her. Mercedes legs felt like noodles as she went to the bedroom and she took off her shoes and the robe that was covered in all kinds of sticky. Sam came into the room, holding all of the dessert stuff in his arms and she stared at him. "Oh, you didn't realize that I was gonna mess you back up with the same stuff! Yeah... This stuff is expensive and I can't share with anybody else now, with all of our sex germs in it."

After they made love again, Mercedes moved to collect his cum into her lips. He wasn't expecting it and she knew that he would be pleased with that choice. With her terrible gag reflex, she wasn't ready to try to tough out learning the other thing, but she worked him until he was pouring down her throat and she swallowed, making an odd face. Sam was shuddering, but he passed her the honey, which she ate a little of. "It was thick, going down and kinda caught in my throat a bit. But, I can get used to it. I'll get used to it, for you."

"You don't have to, Mercedes."

"I want to make you happy, Sam."

"You don't have to suck my cock or swallow mu cum to make me happy. I mena – yeah – that's awesome and I'll love it. But, you could make me happy by just saying yes to officially being my woman." Now, Mercedes sighed. Sam rolled his eyes and turned to lie flat on his back. She would never say yes. What the hell did it take to convince her? "Your answer is still no."

"It's not no. It's never been no. It's more of a not now. I'm still not ready, Sam. I'm already scared that I'll mess things up and I can't handle that extra stress of knowing that I'm obligated. We do everything now that boyfriends and girlfriends do."

"Yeah, except I don't get to brag on how you're mine. I don't get to show you off to my friends and my family. But, I mean – If you aren't ready, I can't force you. I'll just have to wait to see if that ever happens."

"Sam, the way that things are between us, I'm sure that it will. Please, continue to be patient with me, if you can?" She asked, snuggling into his side.

"I'd wait forever for you, Mermaid," he promised and held her tightly. "And, you'll have to tell me all about that invitation thing from Jeremiah Stapp."

She laughed and said, "Actually, there's not much to tell. Jeremiah called and he was telling me that he really missed me..." She was going on, but Sam sort of flinched at that statement. He really missed her? What the hell did that mean? "And he wanted me to come to see him in California. Well, OF COURSE, I can't just be going to California. I only work full time hours in the Summer, and when Summer's over, I work part time and have school and I can't afford vacations to Cali, anyway. So, he tells me about this convention in October and that he can invite comic book stores and vendors and artists, etc to it. So, since he wanted to see me and I couldn't just make the trip, he invited the store to the convention and I threw it out there that I had a friend who was an artist who had amazing work that he features at the shop and that I wanted to include you and he was all over it, because I gave you a stamp of approval!"

Sam was quiet for a while, then said, "That's awesome. But, so... he invited the whole store and me because he missed you?" He asked.

"Yeah," she giggled. "He does stuff like that. He's young and has more money than he knows what to do with, so most of the time, he invites friends and stuff to these conventions. But, the stores that get invited get a ton of publicity and the artists are sometimes discovered."

"And you told him that you had a friend that was an artist?" Sam said.

"Yes!" She said, cheerily. "So, make sure you prepare some of your best stuff because you might get discovered."

"Did he ask if you were seeing anyone?" Sam wondered.

"No!" She laughed, "He never asks me anything about that. I'm never seeing anyone and I think he pretty much expects that."

"Yeah, but only, right now – you kinda are seeing someone," Sam reminded her.

"Yeah, and I'm kinda sure that has nothing to do with him and he could care less... But, now that you mention that, I'll have to be sure to keep an eye on him around you." She laughed and added, "I mean, you're already a fanboy for him. It'd be embarrassing as hell if he snatched you right out of my hold. But, you keep that between us. It isn't public knowledge, although I seem to remember a bit of speculation."

"Wait... Jeremiah Stapp is gay?" Sam asked. "Once again, I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For getting all bent out of shape about Jeremiah missing you and wanting to see you," he said.

"I... I didn't realize that you had gotten bent out of shape."

"I had."

"Well, you don't have anything to worry about, Sam. The way that you put it on me, I couldn't even imagine thinking about anybody else," she told him.

Sam smirked and looked down and said, "Welp, look at what you did there... again."

"Mmm hmm. You sure that I did that and not the mentioning of Jeremiah and Marvel Comics."

"Relatively sure," he told her. "But it's a good combo."

"Lay back. It's my turn to be on top... and after this – we need to shower!"

"Alright, alright. After that, can we curl up on the couch and watch movies?"

"This is your night. Anything you want," she told him and leaned down to kiss him before they got started up again.