Midnight Jewels

"Or here?" He edged his hand a little lower. "You're going to have to spell it out, sweet Mercy. You're going to have to tell me exactly what you want. And then I think I'll wait until you're begging me before I take you completely. I'm in a mood to let your punishment fit your crime tonight."
    "Damn you!" But it was more of a plea than a curse.
    "Try again. I want the sweet, hot words, Mercy. All of them." He edged her thighs another inch or two apart and his thumb moved over the small nubbin again. Another large finger was circling the opening of her body, coaxing forth a honeyed flood that dampened his hand. This time Mercy didn't try to pull away. This time there was no uncertainty or confusion in her reaction. She wanted more of him inside her. She lifted her hips against his hand.
    "Say it, sweetheart. Tell me exactly what you want. Then we'll both be sure." Croft's words were even hotter than the flowing warmth between Mercy's legs.
    "Touch me. Please, touch me, Croft. There. Yes, like that. Inside me.
Deeper
." The plea was squeezed out of her, infinitely hard for her to say aloud, but even harder, apparently, for him to resist.
    Croft watched her face, drinking in the signs of her mounting passion as she quivered under his hand. Mercy knew he was watching her intently and it only seemed to add fuel to the fire within her. When he teased her with his finger, easing just barely inside her and then withdrawing, Mercy grew impatient.
    "More," she begged.
    "How much more?"
    With a low moan of frustration, Mercy reached down to catch his wrist and force him to penetrate her more deeply with his finger. She shuddered as he willingly obliged.
    "Ah," Croft said softly. "Is that what you want?"
    "I may strangle you when this is over."
    "Think of it as justice. Sweet justice." He introduced another finger into her and when she cried out with excitement he began slowly separating his fingers, stretching her gently.
    He released his grip on her thigh and used his free hand to lightly graze the throbbing bud of her desire.
    Mercy nearly came apart in his hands. She was wild for him now, arching upward, clutching at him in an effort to drag him down across her body.
    "Now, Croft. Please, now, or I'll go crazy."
    "We're going to find out what happens when you go crazy. I want to watch."
    "I
will
strangle you. I swear it."
    "But not just now, right?"
    "Did anyone ever tell you that you can be a real bastard?"
    "Yes. But somehow it sounds different coming from you."
    "You're laughing at me!"
    "No, I'm making love to you." He edged the two fingers deeper, widening the slick, hot channel. When she trembled violently, he sank down on his knees between her legs.
    Slowly he withdrew his fingers. Mercy cried out in protest, but when she felt his hands on her inner thighs, she suddenly realized what was about to happen. Croft's warm bream fanned the damp, glistening curls at the juncture of her legs and Mercy's overwhelming excitement metamorphosed into overwhelming panic. She had never been kissed like this.
    "Croft, don't. Stop it. Not like that. I don't want you to do that… I've never…" She was flushing furiously, starting to struggle.
    He paid no attention to her stammering pleas. His fingers clamped gently into the soft skin of her inner legs, holding her in position, and then his tongue was on her in the most intimate of all kisses.
    Mercy gasped at the unfamiliar caress. She tried desperately to retreat from the silky touch of his tongue. And then her panic changed back into the most unnerving kind of desire. The wildness returned, claiming her completely. She shuddered again and again as Croft tasted the heart of her.
    Then she lost control completely. The coiling tension inside her gave way with a convulsive snap that sent incredible pleasures lashing through her.
    Croft released her and came down on top of her before the convulsions had dimmed. He drove himself into her, groaning thickly when her body tightened instantly around him and sucked him deeply inside. Mercy could feel him, hot and huge inside her, filling her to the limit, stretching her body and the bounds of sensation until another shivering release cascaded through her.
    Croft tried to pull out a short distance but ended up surging back into her hot sheath, unable to resist the pull of Mercy's climax. It sparked his own, a bolt of lightning in a hot, dry forest. The wildfire consumed him.
    Mercy clung to him as she felt him spill himself inside her. For a