Page 86 of Mercy
I walk over to the bar to get a drink. I can’t believe how well stocked it is. Decisions, decisions. I opt for wine as usual. Maybe it’s boring but I like what I like.
A few minutes later, Liam comes out in nothing more than a towel. My God this man is gorgeous. His well-defined abs and that perfect ‘V’ that all women love, have me drooling.But those dark green eyes get me every single time. He stares at me with wonder in his eyes, like I’m the most precious diamond he’s searched the world for.
He comes over to me and runs his fingers down my arm from shoulder to hand.
“Baby, I’ve never done what I’m going to do tonight with any woman. But I want to give it to you because you deserve it.”
I swallow hard, what the hell is he planning to do to me?
“You’ve never done what?”
Softly he kisses my neck, “I’ve never been gentle. It’s not in my nature, I think you know that. But for you, I’ll do anything.”
I moan into his kisses but ask, “What makes you think that’s what I want?”
When his mouth moves to my ear I melt, “Baby, I ripped your virginity away from you like a monster. I can’t take it back, but I can try to give you a different memory, a gentle one.”
“Liam, that’s not-” he silences me with a slow, tortuous kiss.
After he takes my clothes off, in the slowest fashion I’ve ever seen, he lifts me into his arms and carries me to the bedroom. He gently lays me on the bed and gazes at me with adoring eyes.
“Mercy, you’re so beautiful.”
He climbs on the bed and runs his hands and mouth all over my entire body, leaving me a quivering mess. Hovering over me, his hands on the mattress on either side of me, he slides into me slowly, gently. I know he thinks this is what I need, but it isn’t.
“Fuck me.”
His lips ghost over mine, “I love you,” he continues his slow, gentle torture.
“Liam, you’re killing me. Fuck me, already.”
A confused expression washes over his face, “I’m trying, Mercy.”
I cup his face, “I’ve never asked you to be gentle. It’s not what I want. I don’t regret my first time and you shouldn’t either. I love every time we are together. I enjoy it when you take control of my body.”
* * *
We spent the last two days touring New York. I took her to see a few Broadway plays which she loved. But now, we are on our way to see her parents, which I’m not looking forward to. The age difference is going to be a problem. How could it not be? If I had a daughter, and she were dating a man nearly two decades older than her, I would have a problem with it. I’d probably beat the hell out of him.
As we pull into the driveway, even Mercy suddenly appears nervous.
Great.
“My dad’s kind of rough, just try not to hit him, okay?”
Her unease fills me with more apprehension than I had a few minutes ago.
“It’ll be fine. What father wouldn’t appreciate a forty-one-year-old man fucking his twenty-four year old daughter?”
A woman, who I assume is her mother, runs out to the car, pulling open the passenger door.
“Get out here and hug your mom!”
Mercy gets out and her mom pulls her into a tight hug.
She looks over at me, “Well aren’t you just the yummiest thing I’ve ever seen?”
I laugh uncomfortably as Mercy says, “Sorry, I should have warned you that my mom says whatever comes into her mind. She has zero filter.”
