Page 118 of Receiving His Mercy
“It’s okay for men to cry, you know.”
“I know that. But I don’t feel the need for a cry. Okay?” He brushed his lips over her forehead, her nose, then her cheeks and chin.
She let out a deep sigh, sounding . . . content.
He liked that.
A lot.
“Well, if you ever need help crying, you know where I am,” she told him with a sassy grin.
“Oh, yeah, and how do you plan to help me cry?” he asked.
“Well. I kind of thought I could twist your nipples. Or your balls. That might work.”
“Ouch. Vicious. You’re never to do either of those things.”
“Well, you should be nice to me, then.”
“And how would you suggest that I be nice to you?” he asked in amusement.
“Hmm. Let me think. Well, you could forget all about orgasm denial as a punishment.”
“Oh, could I?”
“Yeah, I think we should just take that off the table. In fact, to make up for spanking me you could give me an orgasm right now.” She wiggled her eyebrows.
He stared at her with no small amount of alarm. “Um, are you all right?”
“Yes. Why?”
“Is there something wrong with your eyes?”
“I’m trying to be suggestive. You know . . . sexually suggestive.”
“Sexually suggestive?” he questioned.
God, she was adorable.
“Uh-huh.”
“That’s you being sexually suggestive?” he asked.
“Yes.” She pouted and to his surprise, she suddenly moved, pushing him onto his back so she could straddle him.
Of course, that move only worked because he let it happen. But it was a win-win for him. Because now he got unfettered access to her beautiful body as she sat on top of him.
“Can I take your top off?” she asked as she stared down at him.
“You can.”
He helped her pull it off and she stared down at him hungrily. “I want to lick you all over.”
“Go for it, baby. Show me how much you want me.”
Fuck. He wasn’t prepared for the way that she threw herself into that order. She kissed her way down his neck, sucking onthe skin where his shoulder met his neck. Then she moved down his chest, swirling her tongue around his nipple.
“Damn, baby. That feels so good.”
