"Oh my God, Mercy," Jim gasped unable to catch his breath, same as hers as he lay beside her panting.
Without thought, he pulled her soft, round body into his arms and hugged her tightly. He did not even care that the combined juices from their sex smeared on the skin of her stomach.
"I love you!" he enthused and Mercy jerked in his arm, gasping quite loudly.
"You - you do?" she asked, leaning back to stare at his face, her pulse racing.
"You should know this already," Jim gasped. "How can I not love you? You made a mess of my thoughts the very first day that I met you."
Her eyes widened, seeming shocked. "I did?"
"Mercy, this entire time you have been silent and cold towards me, I've been suffering," Jim moaned, his fingers caressing her rouch cheek while looking down at her adoringly. His gaze flicked lower and his blood boiled at seeing the swell of her boobs.
