One Hundred and Twelve

They came up for air, their hearts beating rapidly.

Mercy looked at Felix. She didn't know if she was ready for what she knew he wanted but if that was what he wanted, she could oblige him and damn the consequences.

After all, it was not as though she didn't want it. She did. Most nights, the need was such that she had felt like running to him for satisfaction.

It must be the fear.

Fear that she would not be able to satisfy someone as experienced as he. Fear that he would not like her afterwards and she could not bear that.

Felix saw the uncertainty in her eyes and hastened to assure her.

'I can wait if you are not ready for this but for how long would you deny me your sweet self? Have I not proven myself to you? What are you still afraid of?' he asked exasperated.

'Don't be annoyed Felix. It's just that I am not really used to it. You know that I am still inexperienced and I fear that I will not be able to satisfy you', she said.