Pumpin Blood

Smut Alert

Each time you love, love deeply

Mercy stood at the bus stop shivering, waiting for the last bus home, watching her breath leave her body and turn into a mist of heat that was quickly swallowed up by the freezing cold winter evening. She was wondering how it was possible for it to be so cold that her skin was generating visible heat to keep her alive, while grown men were across the street playing with the white stuff that was threatening to kill her.

Finally, the bus arrived, she sat in her usual seat happy the heating was working, to take the short journey home, it was easier to get the bus to and from work than it was to take the car, the stop was almost in front of their home, which meant Sam could watch her until she got home.

The light in the hallway made her smile, home always did that for her, Sam was a musician so him being home wasn't something that happened every night. Eight-year-old Finlay and six-year-old Montana missed him almost as much as she did, so she knew they'd enjoyed the day waking up to him getting them off to school and collecting them. She missed them even after a full day at the hospital, so she couldn't imagine how he felt leaving them for days on end with only face time contact.

Sam's head peeped through the blinds like clockwork, the smile on his face as wide as his excited eyes "What are you up to?" she mouthed walking towards the house and up the steps. She was tired, anyone would be after a twelve-hour shift, but her man looked like he needed to pay her attention, and she knew too well, when he needed it, she needed to be ready to take it. "Hey" she smiled at his arms reaching for her before she could get inside the house

"Hey" his husky voice growled before his head sunk into her neck

"Babe, I've been working for a straight twelve hours, let me freshen up first" she giggled at the tickle on her neck

"It's ready" he mumbled "Bath, food, I'll even let you get an hour's sleep"

"After or before?"

"Two hours then" he laughed lifting his head out of her neck "One before and one after"

"I've got..."

"Don't tell me you have work, I called in and got you the day tomorrow"

"Must be urgent" she giggled

"It's important, now go grab your bath" he let go of her and shooed her off "Dinner should be ready by the time you get out of there" he called after her

Mercy walked up the stairs and into their bedroom, grabbed a warm towel to head for the bathroom, the bed looked inviting with its fake fur blanket thrown across it and it's plush pillows, the room warm, she could easily of fallen into the bed and closed her eyes. "Bath" she reminded herself stripping off as she walked across the room.

The sting of the hot water against her almost frozen feet reminded her that she was cold, she quickly got in and lay allowing the water to wash over her whole body, thawing it through, bringing it back to life. She lay thinking about her day, which brought a smile to her face, keeping children happy was a task, but keeping sick kids happy was just that more gratifying, today she'd done that for the twelve children on her ward.

The sponge bounced around in front of her, reminding her she was supposed to be having a bath not a soak, she grabbed hold of it and quickly washed herself down so she could get another five minutes relaxing before Sam's impatient voice disturbed her. She eventually forced herself out of the bath and grab a quick shower, for fear of falling asleep, returning to the bedroom she pulled on a fluffy dressing gown and went about setting the room up for the evening, closing the blinds, turning on the background music, dimming down the side lights, and turning down their bed.

Sam's POV

"I knew it" I walked into the dim room seeing Mercy sprawled across the bed asleep "Long day" I sat on our bed careful not to wake her up "Maybe I'll give you two hours" I stroked hair off her face and kissed her cheek, still determined to get what we needed tonight. "If you can't beat them" I smiled making my way to the bathroom. Smelling of sweat from running around with the children all day, remnants of baking, and food fighting didn't make for a romantic evening either.

I walked into the bathroom that was already misty, and warm from her bath, opting for a quick shower, it was less effort, I was just as tired as she was, only my body was running on testosterone. I stepped into the hot water, jumping back for a second to let my body climatise as I hissed at the sudden hit, before adjusting quickly and stepping back in. I closed my eyes and let the water beat down on my chest, back and then over my head washing away the mess of the day.

All day Mercy had been on my mind, sometimes I wasn't sure she understood how important she was to me, I loved our family more than anything else in the world, but that was because we'd made it together. Finaly was all me, tall green eyed, sporty guy, who was fast learning to play the guitar, with a tuft of wavy brown hair, while Montana was all Mercy, medium short, know it all, and very vocal, with a mound of straight brown hair. Our family was perfect, and complete as far as we were concerned, the only thing left to do was enjoy parenthood and each other. And I was up for us taking every opportunity to enjoy each other, tonight was one of those nights.

My mind played with the idea of waking her up for a shower session, she loved those, my mind slipped back to the last time we showered together.

I'd been away for a week, backed up like you wouldn't believe, she told me to grab a shower which I did, seconds later I could feel her naked body rubbing against my back, her hands came to the front of me as she grabbed the sponge as her soapy hands were slipping all over my chest. The next thing I knew I'd turned around, and our mouths met in a hot, wet, kiss, water trickling between us as her hands carried on washing my body with the sponge.

It was a simple kiss until I heard a moan come from her, trigger movement for me, I could feel myself getting hard, then even harder as she pressed herself against me, she knew what she was doing, how she was making me react, she wanted me to lose control.

I resisted the urge to fling her against the shower wall and take her right there, I needed this to last, I started our usual petting session, stroking her already hard nipples, pinching them enough to hear that sexy moan she has going on. Our playful game of tongues we'd started suddenly became more urgent, I could feel her pressing against me, telling me to take what she was offering, her moan like music to my ears.

I wouldn't admit this outside of this shower room, but I get serious cum surges from hearing her moan, beg, and scream while I'm enjoying myself. Before we knew it, we were at fourth base, there was no slowing down, I needed more, I grabbed her arm and spun her around "Bend over for me" I slapped her against the shower wall, her hands quickly breaking the harsh connection. I kissed the back of her neck as a thank you, while I kicked her legs apart, there was no resistance, her body was begging for me as much as I wanted her.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her butt away from the wall, watching her hands slip down the tiled wall as she spread her legs and got ready to accommodate me. She rubbed her butt against me, and that was it, I couldn't wait any longer, I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me, spreading her butt as she came close, I found my position and with one push I was in, smiling and losing myself at her moan with the force of me entering her.

Remembering this was a memory, I looked down at myself and wasn't shocked to see I'd become so hard it was broaching on painful, I thought maybe if I turned the shower to cold that might give me some time, but that didn't work, and before I left the shower, I knew if I didn't do something about it, I was going to wake Mercy up. My entire body throbbed like one big muscle pumping blood from around my body to this one sensitive spot, I was hurting I grabbed hold of myself, in the hope of relieving the pressure, but any movement intensified the need.

Mercy was in our bed in the next room, it had been nearly a week, I knew she needed me nearly as much as I needed her right now, she knew what was supposed to happen tonight, so yes, I was about to wake her up. I finished washing myself off and stepped out of the shower, not taking care to fully dry off, I was aching too much to care about a spot of water on my skin.

It was considerably darker in the bedroom, so it took my eyes a few seconds to climatise, I smiled when my eyes found her on our bed, asleep but waiting. I bit my bottom lip to stop myself calling her name loud enough to wake her up, I'd promised at least an hour. I don't know if she was reading my mind or sensed me in the room, but she moved, I paused for a second just in case, watching her stir in her sleep enough to move her gown open exposing her left breast. I smiled at her laying there, surprised at the fact that seeing her like that still made me feel like the shy guy I was some fourteen years ago, when we made love for the first time. She was still the most beautiful woman in the world to me, made even more so having given me our two beautiful children, she was perfection at its best.

A ping of ache flashed through me reminding me I was as stiff as a board and needed some sort of release, it had been thirty one minutes that was close enough to the hour, I decided I was going to have a bit of a play, see how far I could get before she woke up, she slept like a stone sometimes, so this was a personal challenge. I crept onto the bed and lay beside her propping myself up on my elbow watching her chest rise and fall, trying to figure out how to wake her up without the shouting.

One of her fanaticises she'd shared with me back in the day sprung to mind, and I quickly decided I was going to act it out, maybe I'd get a smile at worst, a moan at best. I pushed her gown a bit further to the side fully exposing her left nipple and gently stroked it with my fingertips watching as the dark skin became darker and firmer, the little crinkles reminding me of when she was nursing. Surprisingly she didn't flinch or make any movement, so I decided to brave it out and rubbed it faster for a second before moving the gown more to expose her other breast, I was getting a buzz out of getting away with this, saw it as a challenge even, I moved on.

I walked my fingers slowly down her stomach, around her belly button, and down to her dark hairy bush of curly hair, she made a slight movement, and I froze, not wanting to fail at the first hurdle. I was so turned on I surprised myself and grabbed hold of myself wanting to work at myself while touching my wife. She drew my attention when she landed in what we jokingly called dead bird position, one leg cocked up on the other legs knee and dropped to the bed, exposing ourselves. We'd stopped doing that when the children got big enough to make their way to our bedroom on their own, but once they learned about knocking, we'd revived it, bedtime was always commando.

Again, I waited for her to go back to deep sleep and then my hands started again, this time I started at her stomach and worked my way down to between her legs, playing around for a little while with her hairs until I saw her swelling, her little sensitive muscle peeping through her swollen lips, told me she was getting moist. There was no resisting for me, I touched it, knowing I could wake her at any second, maybe that was exactly what I wanted but she didn't open her eyes, she was sleeping deep, maybe she really was tired.

I spread her swollen lips open allowing my finger to enter the space I'd created to move some of her juices around, marvelling at the swelling of her clit, I'd seen it before, many times, but I don't think I'd paid attention to the journey. My excitement and attention generally kicked it when she was ready to cum or if I was working her to get a moan, I'd never taken notice like this, watched the stages, I was intrigued and seriously aroused.

She quickly became slippery, and I because fixated on my task, I lay wondering if I could get her to cum before she actually woke up, while thinking how she'd feel about that happening. She must have felt my concern because her body suddenly moved, I froze again, my goal had moved, I didn't just want to get as far as I could, I needed her to cum. She seemed to open up to me, with what I was doing, I don't know why, but at that moment I lay wondering if she was having a wet dream, and if she was, who was the person in that dream, maybe I was here by default.

Who was I kidding our fantasies was always about us doing things to each other, neither of us had any desire to look outside of our relationship for anything emotional or physical. The challenge was on, I'd got this far I was going to push this one step further.

My fingers swum around in her wetness until I was sure she was sleeping, her breathing settled into smooth again and I put my plan into action. Gently I slid a finger inside her core, she moved a fraction but settled into it, I couldn't believe I'd got this far with her not knowing, surely when she found out she was going to eat me alive. Dare I, I smiled to myself rhythmically rubbing against her clit as my finger moved in and out of her too slow and gently for her to think I was inside her. I slid another finger in, and stopped stimulating her, I needed sex, and she needed to feel that, when she didn't react, I slid another finger in, three of them stretching her, touching her G spot, she was dripping wet and still asleep, whatever this dream was I wanted in on it. I was so hard I was like an elastic band slapping against my stomach and her thigh as my hand worked her, I was getting off on this, enjoying the hurt too much, needing to see her cum while sleeping became everything to me. I contemplated going down on her, but somehow, I knew that would give the game away, she'd cum too quick and be awake, I knew her, and in her book that was cheating, I knew her too well.

Suddenly her breathing quickened, she looked like she was still asleep, but she was biting her bottom lip, finally she was aroused, I leaned towards her now deep brown nipple, it could barely move it was so hard, I touched it with my lip and decided I'd suck on it for a second, flicking my tongue playfully across her nipple, leaving it wet, cold, hard and ready, before I moved to the other one to do the same.

Four fingers in now and I still can't believe she hasn't woken up yet, she's super swollen, and my fingers are pumping in and out of her so slow, pulling and stretching her and she's barely moving, I imagined she felt like I did when I used to have wet dreams, everything went so low, the build-up was so intense, it felt like the earth had stopped, I wanted it to move for her.

I knew she'd wake up soon, I needed to get this challenge done, so I put my thumb to work, and rubbed her swollen clit soft and fast, while I sucked on her nipples one after the other allowing them to get cold before I returned to them. I lost myself in the love making, this was a new level for me, I was rarely so hung back about something I wanted, like a child really, I'd pin her to the front door to get it at times, waiting for nothing or no one, sometimes she loved it, sometimes she hated it, but whichever way she loved me anyway.

"I need to fuck you" I whispered into the pillow I was holding onto, it was like she was punishing me now, refusing to wake up so I could get what I needed, my fingers got rough, I wanted her to cum, but I needed her to wake up and fuck me.

My fingers searched for that special place inside her, as they pumped and spun around trying to wake her up, eventually, I gave in, my thumb grabbed some of her juice and went to work on her clit, it was a desperate move, but a necessary one. Finally, she began to move to my rhythm, she was coming around, I started hearing those familiar sounds as pleasure swept through her body, she grabbed hold of my hand and demanded it work her, as her hips rocked to my strokes

"Fuck" she hissed as if she was in pain

"You want me to stop?"

"No fucking way" she gasped holding onto my hand to make sure it stayed in place

I went about getting her off, sucking on her already hard nipples while my hand fucked her, and my thumb stood in for my tongue on her clit. "Cum for me babe" I whispered in her ear, smiling as her hand came up to grip my hair pressing me into her harder as I sucked hungrily on her nipple. I didn't think I would, there was so much going on, but I felt her clench against my fingers several times, I was past elastic dick, you'd need rope to keep me from bouncing around down there. I forced my fingers past her stiff ridges and sucked hard on her nipple.

"Oh" she gyrated on my finger making that cute O shape with her mouth "My" she gasped before her back arched and her body went into spasm, she couldn't control it and I didn't want her to, in fact I felt a sense of pride knowing I'd done that for her. I lay watching her face as satisfaction spread across it, she was beautiful at any time of the day or night, but there was a special look she had on her face after we had satisfying sex, that was reserved for only me to see, that made me fall totally in love with her all over again. Her eyes finally flickered open, she was officially awake "I fucking love you babe" she grabbed my face and kissed me

"I love you" I smiled going in for another kiss, wincing when she grabbed hold of my rope controlled dick, it needed more than just a little attention, I rubbed my wet fingers along my shaft, and looked up at her. I desperately needed to cum, and I was willing to get the job done myself, but Mercy's hand covered mine, and I watched as she moved both our hands up and down my dick, first slowly tormentingly and then she got faster "Babe, I need you..."

"Shush" she covered my lips with her other hand, my breathing became erratic, I didn't know if I was in pain or extasy, all I knew what that I could feel lust taking over my entire being, all I knew was that my wife had that ready to play look in her eyes, which would be fine after I got rid of this load. I flinched as she pulled at my dick a little harder, initially I thought pain, but somewhere in there was pleasure, I growled at her down stroke and arched my back pulling my dick up her hand, I needed to set the pace on this, but she quickly slowed me down again

"God babe I need to cum, please" I shocked myself at hearing a cry in my voice, she pushed me to lay on my back and knelt in front of me, I sat up unsure what was happening next. Before I could ask anything, my dick was near her mouth, she was teasing me, watching my dick jump as she breathed on it, and playfully licked at it. "Babe" I sighed at the toucher of it all, but before I could get anything else out my dick was in her mouth, I bucked at the feel of it.

I fought with everything I had to stop myself from bursting at her move, but she knew me and within seconds i was moving rhythmically to her demanding mouth. I pulled her hair back off her face ready to drench her face with my cum, I didn't like her drinking it, but we'd read somewhere that sperm kept the skin fed, so we were doing two jobs in one.

"That feels so fucking good" I hissed as I started to climb for the peak again, there were less than a minute left in me

"I need you inside me" she announced, piling the pressure on, that wasn't going to be a five minute job, and didn't I just say I didn't have a minute left in me, maybe not out loud. I was ready and now the feel of her wrapped around my dick made the situation worse, I was going to cum right now "Don't cum" her head bobbed up to tell me, I rolled my eyes and imagined the famous car crash killing everyone I ever loved scene to cool me down. "Lay down" she ordered, I can't say I didn't like this version of my wife, she wasn't the forceful type, unless she was provoked, so it was hell of a sexy seeing her claws come out, I did as told.

Watching her climb on top of me as she discarded of the robe, released pre-cum for sure, I needed to feel her insides wrapped around my hard, aching, dick. She looked into my eyes and sat on me, I gave a sigh of relief as I sunk into her with no control, she took me in like a well fitted glove, and I started moving beneath her "Don't move" she ordered, I lay looking up at her, wondering why she'd chosen tonight to torcher me.

She took my hand, the one I'd been working on her with and put my fingers in my mouth, I sucked on them, there was nothing about my woman's pussy that I didn't love. When she felt they were wet enough she directed me to her exposed clit, signalling for me to play with it, we were still while I did this, soon she started to move on me, her inner muscles pulling and stretching on me, it was nice, we were fucking without movement. I became aroused faster than I'd thought I would, and started forcing myself in and out of her, it was hard because she had me pinned down. The more aroused she got as I played with her clit, the harder she pulled me in, and pushed me back out again

"Fuck Mercy" I yelled, I was in exquisite pain, on the brink, I needed to come, but I didn't want to stop the feeling of her grabbing at me, spiting on my tip with her juices, and letting me go repeatedly "I don't want to cum"

"Cum babe" her hand on my chest steading her, she moaned, once, twice and before the third my banks burst, I was done.

A smile spread across my face at the satisfaction on our faces "How did that feel?"

"I loved it" she giggled "Are you listening to this" she pointed at the music stand

Girl, it's only you, have it your way, and if you want you can decide
And if you'll have me, I can provide everything that you desire

Say, if you get a feeling, feeling that I am feeling, won't you come closer to me, baby?
You've already got me right where you want me, baby, I just want to be your man

How does it feel... 'How Does It Feel' by D'Angelo

"I'm sure he's not singing about what I just got" he laughed

"Another fantasy off the list"

"We could go for another one" I looked down at my very active dick "Still pumping blood babe"

"How about number seven?" she looked at me smiling

"You love that one, don't you?" I laughed pulling her in, after all I did only promise two hours sleep tonight