Page 111 of At Your Mercy

I collapsed onto my stomach, breathing hard, not caring that I was lying on my release. As I was floating in my post-orgasm bliss, I heard the rhythmic slide of Wes’s dick fucking his fist.

He panted as he worked himself towards orgasm, the sounds gradually speeding up.

“Ro,” he moaned loudly. Splatters of his hot cum rained down on my back. “Fuuuck.”

I smiled at his pleasure. I fucking loved when he came on me—didn’t matter when, didn’t matter where.

Wes lay down on top of me, pressing me into the couch.

I laughed, “We’re a cream sandwich.”

Wes huffed out a laugh. “Guess we are.”

We stayed that way for a while, just breathing in sync, the sky outside fading into deep blue. The glass walls reflected us—a picture of quiet domesticity neither of us would’ve believed we could have a year ago.

Eventually, Wes lifted himself off of me. “You hungry, doll?” he asked.

My stomach chose that moment to growl. I smiled weakly. “Starving.”

“Me too,” he said, reaching for his phone. “Where do you want to order from?”

I debated the options in my head, but apparently took too long.

Scrolling through his saved places, he asked, “Thai or Italian?”

“Thai,” I said without hesitation. “You always forget how spicy I like it.”

“I don’t forget,” he countered. “I just like not always to feel like my mouth’s on fire.”

He placed the order, then set his phone aside and tugged me closer again, guiding me until I was tucked under his arm on the couch. Outside, the wind whispered through the trees, and the faint hum of the Sound drifted in through the open window.

I traced absent circles over his thigh, content in the quiet. “We should probably shower before it gets here.”

“Probably,” he agreed.

I looked up at him, catching the way the dim light traced along his scar. It wasn’t something ugly to me, but something that marked survival. I reached up, brushing my fingers along the line of it.

He caught my hand, kissed my knuckles, and smiled. “Come on, I’ll wash your hair.”

“I love you,” I murmured.

“I know,” he said, smirking faintly. “And I love you more.”