Chapter 4: MERCY

I decided to visit Mercy, I guess because of her I started this stupid blog that nobody even care to look at. Mercy has been a little bit off at work after disclosing her personal space. Maybe I'll just give it a try to knock just one more time to see if she'll open up and she did.

"Micheal..." Mercy sighed.

"Can I come in." I asked.

"No."

"Why..."

"You don see me finish, so why are you even here."

"Atleast let me enter, please..."

"Urgh... okay come in."

"Umm..." I looked around, noticing everywhere looking dirty and disorganized. "You really need to do alot of cleaning."

"Shut up."

I noticed more of her hair being haggard, I guess she must be really depressed, Sunday afternoon have her looking like a living dead.

"Micheal." Mercy called out my name that was loud enough for the furnitures to hear. "Would you quit accessing me."

"Yeah... yeah..." I stuttered and placed my butt on the sofa. "Um..."

"Can I offer you anything."

"No am fine, actually."

"Have you come here to preach for me like you do on your blog."

"No I... I... wait a minute, you've seen my blog."

"Yeah I guess am the only one that have." She rolled her eyes. "I know what your thinking, well it's a good blog." She grabbed a whisky and sat down, downing a portion of it. "You drink..."

"No am good... But..."

"But I shouldn't be drinking whisky because it shows a 100% depressed person, isn't it kind of the things you want to say, well preach to me, Sundays are meant for preaching, isn't it."

"I understand the way you feel."

"You do?" Mercy forced a smile. "Your words isn't going to change anything."

"But I'll try." I observed her for a second. "In life there are moments where it can bring you in the need to scream your pain existence. The fire in you, the passion that generates you gets tested. The rug gets pulled from underneath and all you have is yourself. A broken version lost terrified everything you thought you knew was suddenly amplified. How can you justify what you felt inside there was just nowhere to hide? The things you believed to be the expression of who you are is questioned. But after all the tears, all the bipolar emotions and fears. This roller coaster ride leaves you naked feeling reborn. But the power of prayer transforms and restores, purifying, helping you perform to become the eye in your storm, with what is known as healing and dealing with a fresh appealing free willing beginning. That leads you away from revenge and anger and instead embraces you with passion and compassion. Deciding to love yourself will help you become a humble butterfly. Shedding the old in you and reflecting the beauty that always existed inside of you. The ability to see the blessing in disguise helps you not to agonize but instead rise with the lesson learned and authorize your worth giving by God at birth. Your existence is not justified by the lack of interest of others, begin build trust to help you discover. The preparation will always cross paths with opportunity with fluency between both exists of one another. So, create your path and believe in your every step, choice makes you the driver, you have the strength. The higher source celebrate when you love yourself and when you do your serving him because he lives not just for us but in us. Satisfying your soul is divinely guided making life richer than much more enlighten. It doesn't have to look perfect to be picture perfect so be the one to never give up on yourself because you are worth it. I guess I just said alot of nonsense, but that's not why am here." I laughed a little, taking a deep breath. "I love you, Mercy, am deeply in love with you, I know I shouldn't..."

"Shut up Micheal, kiss me."

"Um... Don't you think that's too soon."

"You literally come to my house, and you came to help me, I really do appreciate the fact that you look at me through my soul, not my body. You look at my heart and my mind too. That makes me say I love you too but hope you're not saying it out of self pity."

"No... I." I stuttered again. 'I ah... I haven't told any girl I love you, so your the first and it's definitely not out of self pity."

"But you've kissed and maybe gotten intimate."

"Yeah I guess that's a normal thing now."

"So I'll be your..."

"Fifth."

"Oh fifth. Um... okay, the kiss."

"Sure." I stood up, likewise her.

"Are you feeling a bit ackward cause I am."

We both laughed and got closer where our mouths will unite. My pitter-patter heart missed a beat as my eyes rest upon her.

Mercy opened her mouth against mine and having me fill it with my tongue, as if I was slipping her secrets. I felt her moan roll, candy-round and warm, into her own mouth. My big hands cradled her head, as if I could hold her thoughts together even when they start running off in directions she didn't want to explore.

"I need more than the kiss."

"Are you sure."

"Yes." Mercy placed a hand on my chest. "Make love to me." She suggested, and buried her face in the heat of my skin.

"Do you have a CD."

"Yes... wait a sec." Mercy quickly went inside her room and returned with a condom.

"Undress." I said softly as she did. "You are beautiful."

My hands stilled over her breasts and my mouth hung over hers in the space of a breath. Then my tongue filled her mouth and my hands swept her from collarbone to hip, a completely different kind of game. She closed her eyes, listening to my breath.Just as quickly as it had begun, I undressed too. Levered myself off her, hauling her to a sitting position and chastely settling my arm around her, rolling a condom onto myself.

My mouth curved with hers. I traced the line of her lips with my tongue, then trailed the kisses down her neck. She let me come down on top of her, my chest burning against hers, my body neatly set between her legs in a man on top position. She reached between my legs and wrapped her hands around me, making me gasp. I rolled onto her and shifted my weight to my elbows. I wonder if it's my touching her that makes her squirt more or my making love to her.

I pushed myself gently inside her. It hurts her as she dug her fingernails into my back. Her hips wobble as I began to push and moan, faster and faster, scooting her back a few inches on the floor.

She made way for a woman on top position. As she began to ride my horse, I touched her breasts, ran circles around her nipples and began pressing it aggressively. She let my hands pray their way down her belly, her hips, and then I parted her and stroked one finger over the folds.

What followed after was the steamy sex in the bedroom, shower, kitchen, on different positions.

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