Patience
Frank laid me down on the bed and I unwound my legs from around his waist, grabbing ahold of his shirt and pulling his mouth back down to mine. He kissed me hard, nipping and biting at my lips, curling his tongue around mine, kissing me like he wanted to devour me.
“Frank,” I whispered, shuddering as he scraped his teeth against my neck and then soothed the sting with his tongue.
“Yeah, sweetheart?” He brought his face up to mine, kissing my lips gently as his fingers made short work of the buttons on my shirt.
“I need you.” I whimpered, pulling at him and trying to get his weight on top of me. I desperately wanted to feel his body on mine.
“I know babygirl, patience.” Frank growled, exhaling sharply when he realized I wasn’t wearing anything under the flannel. Pushing my shirt off my shoulders, he tapped my hip, motioning for me to slide further up the bed. I did as requested until my head was resting against my pillows and cried out as his lips captured my right nipple. I looked down and he was grinning wickedly and the sight of his teeth around my skin made me lightheaded. He started to kiss his way down my stomach to my yoga pants and mouthed at my hipbone.
“Frank.” I pushed myself up to my elbows.
“Mhm,” he murmured against my skin, starting to slowly peel down the waistband of my pants.
“Hurry up!” I exclaimed, running my left foot over the impressive bulge in his pants. His eyes rolled back in his head and he huffed hard through his nose.
“What did I say about patience?” He said, but before I could blink my yoga pants were gone and he was taking off his shirt. I bit my lip as I ran my eyes down his impressive torso, wanting to lick and suck on every scar and muscle. He unzipped his jeans and dropped them to the floor then crawled up my body, taking my face in his hands and kissing me deep. I wriggled under him, clutching his back, trying to feel as much of him as I could at once.
“Please, please, please.” I found myself whispering against his lips. He reached down with his right hand, slipping his fingers into my panties and stroking me. I pushed my hips into his and he moved his left hand to my throat, not pushing down but resting it there.
“Fuck.” I closed my eyes as he pushed two fingers into me, hard.
“Good girl.” Frank said, pulling his fingers out and pushing them against my lips. I opened my mouth obediently and sucked the taste of myself off his fingers. He snarled, eyes dark, locked on the sight of my mouth hollowed around his fingers. He stood up fast and shed his boxers as I wiggled out of my underwear.
I was breathing hard, soaking wet, and I reached for him. He leaned back down over me, settling between my hips and I bucked against him.
“What do you want?” Frank growled, tangling his right hand in my hair and pressing our foreheads together.
“You, please.” I whimpered.
“Where.”
“Inside me.”
Frank pushed my hips further open and lined himself up, leaning in to kiss me just as he slid inside me. We both moaned and I felt myself stretching to accommodate him.
“So fucking tight.” Frank hissed, hand still in my hair and the other gripping my hip so tightly I knew there’d be bruises. Good, I thought savagely. I want him to mark me.
“Move, Frank, please.” I ran my feet up and down his legs and felt him shift forward until he was all the way in to the hilt.
“You like it rough sweetheart?” Frank planted a hand by my head and pulled my hips up to meet his.
“Yes.” I looked him square in the eyes and he grinned.
“Good, cuz I don’t wanna be gentle.” With that, he snapped his hips forward so hard I saw stars.
“So good, so good,” I chanted as he picked up a punishing pace, the hand in my hair moving again to my throat.
“So fuckin perfect, you’re so goddamn beautiful.” Frank praised, tucking my right knee over his elbow and I practically screamed as the new angle allowed the head of his cock to rub my G spot. I clutched at his hair, pulling hard and smiling when I saw that he liked it.
“Harder.” I moaned, keeping one hand in his hair and grabbing his ass with the other, trying to bury him deeper. Frank growled and pulled out of me. I cried out at the loss of contact, but before I knew it, he’d flipped me over onto all fours and shoved himself back inside me.
“Your ass drives me crazy.” Frank slapped my right asscheek and watched it jiggle and I hissed at the sting. “Walking around in those jeans, just begging for me to grab it.”
“All for you.” I panted, looking at him over my shoulder and pushing my ass back onto him.
“Look at you. Look at you taking my cock, such a good girl.” Frank praised, leaning over my back and biting into my shoulder. I shouted his name and he covered my mouth with one hand, the other holding me in place as he fucked me.
“Shhhh, sweetheart, don’t wanna get the neighbors over here asking what’s going on.” Frank said in my ear and I licked the meat of his palm, making him groan. “Can you be quiet for me, princess?”
I shivered and nodded.
“Good.” Frank straightened up and put the hand that had been over my mouth between my shoulder blades, pushing my torso down onto the bed. I pressed my cheek into the mattress, staring open mouthed as I watched him thrusting into me. I felt my orgasm coiled low in my belly and as if he could sense it, Frank let that nervous trigger finger dance over my clit. My eyes slammed shut and I came hard, Frank murmuring praise, telling me I was so good, so fucking good, so perfect.
I tried to catch my breath as he fucked me through my comedown, slowing down a little, but not relenting. Once I was fully recovered, he flipped us again, starting to stroke slower and deeper, pressing kisses into my face.
“Frank,” I whispered, biting at his jaw and ears, scraping my teeth over his collarbones. He buried his face in my neck, breathing hot on my skin. I dug my nails into his back and he rewarded me with a sharp thrust that took my breath away. He raised himself up on his hands and picked up my left leg, placing it over his shoulder, opening me up to him even further.
“Come on sweetheart, want you to come for me again.” Frank started to pick up the pace again, leaning down and kissing underneath my breasts, licking and sucking love bites into my flesh.
“I can’t.” I moaned, feeling boneless and lazy, my arms winding around his neck.
“Yes you can.” Frank pressed his thumb right where we were joined and I fell apart without even realizing it was going to happen.
“Good girl. Fuck I’m gonna come.” Frank hissed, his face screwed up in ecstasy as I clenched around him.
“Come Frank, come for me.” I ran my hands over his cheeks, watching where he was moving in and out of me. He thrust once, twice, then he collapsed forward, catching most of his weight on his elbows and turning his face into the space between my neck and shoulder. I sighed heavily, winding my legs around him and keeping him there. We laid there for a moment, me running my nails lazily up and down his back, his breathing slowly returning to normal.
He raised his head and kissed me before pulling out of me. He looked down and when he saw some of his cum trailing down my thigh, scooped it up with two fingers and raised his fingers to my mouth again. I almost fainted at how hot it was to taste both of our bodies mixed on his fingers and sucked greedily.
“Shit.” Frank bit his lower lip, eyes still dark. He kissed me and rolled onto his side, drawing me into his chest. I pressed my forehead into his skin, inhaling his heady scent. I looked up and he was gazing down at me, a soft smile on his face.
“C’mere.” He whispered, cupping my face in my hands and tilting my lips up to his. Frank reached down for the covers that had been rucked up and drew them around us, keeping me flush to his body with his other arm. I snuggled into him, hardly able to keep my eyes open.
“Sleep, sweetheart.” Frank said into my hair, pressing a kiss there and starting to rub circles into my back. I was all too happy to oblige.