Page 89 of Forever and Ever

Looking down at her, I think maybe it’s me who is dreaming. Because I’m not the guy who gets what he wants, even when I do all the right things.

“How was your session?” Merry asks, as I stand to strip off my clothes. She sits up to help, and it’s just one of the little ways she takes care of me.

“A mess at first,” I admit, as she pulls my pants down. “It’s better now though.”

“I see that.” She grins at my cock as it juts straight out at her.

She moves for me to sit down, but I push her back onto the couch. All I want right now is to rest between her soft tattooed thighs and disappear in her comfort. My fingers stroke down her stomach and I slip two into her. I’m rewarded by the look on her face that tells me I’m curling into all the right corners to drive her insane.

There’s nothing that feels as good as making Merry’s body wiggle with pleasure under my touch. I’ll spend my life learning all the ways she enjoys me doing it.

With my fingers inside her, I circle her clit with my thumb, making her shiver. Her breath quickens against my chest, and I catch her moans with my mouth because I can’t help but taste how I’m making her feel. I need every breath. I need every sound.

All of her.

Just as I feel her tighten around me, I slip my fingers out, and thrust my cock in, wanting her climax to wrap around me. Hitting so deep that I set her off with one thrust. Her pussy clenches as a strangled noise escapes her lips.

I drag my hand up her chest and pinch her nipple, before running it up her throat and holding her there so I can look at her gorgeous face and watch her eyes flutter. There’s nothing more beautiful on her than when our eyes meet, and I know for certain there’s nothing between us.

“Noah…” My name is almost a whisper as she smiles, before something shifts, and hesitation flashes in her eyes. If she was going to say more, she doesn’t, kissing me instead.

Her fingers tangle in my hair and she’s frantic for my lips as she rides out the final pulses of her climax. Her legs wrap around me, and everything fits right where it belongs. The pieces on the outside, like tongues and limbs. And the pieces I can only account for when I’m around her, like the beating of my heart.

I almost forget to continue thrusting because I’m so lost in the feel of her. But as I pull back and start moving again, her face pinches and the air seems to shift.

Her expression moves from pleasure to discomfort, and everything feels suddenly very tense and… wet.

But not like I’m used to.

I lift further to look down to see everything is red.

“Fuck, Merry.” I pull out and climb off her so fast, not sure what I’ve done. Because with any other chick, I’d think she just got her time of the month, but I know too much and there’s so much blood.

Merry’s eyes get wide, and she reaches for the blanket to cover herself.

“Oh my God.” Her eyes are frantic. “I’m sorry, oh my God, we need to get this off the couch.”

“Fuck the couch, are you okay? Did I hurt you?” I reach for the blanket to try and check her, but she holds it close to her chest.

“I’m fine,” she says.

But she’s paler than before and she won’t look me in the eyes.

I reach for her face and cup her cheeks in my hands to force her to look at me. “Mercedes.”

Her eyes blink and it’s like I’m watching her process it. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry; I just need to know if you’re okay. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Fuck, I didn’t even think about that.”

“You didn’t hurt me. I’m not feeling any pain. If I was… trust me, you’d know.” She shakes her head. “I just wasn’t expecting this. It’s never happened during sex before.”

“Is that a bad sign? Do we need to call the doctor?”

“I don’t know. Probably...” She trails off.

I hold her arms, and I’ve never been so equally worried and frustrated. She should have gone back to Seattle when the pain started. I should have made her. Not that Merry listens to me. But fuck, what if waiting made things worse?

“I should clean this up,” Merry says, biting her lip.

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