“Even more.”
It had been more than ten months since we’d been together, and when he pressed his lips to mine, it was like the first time we’d kissed.
“I want to be the best man I can for you.” I nipped and sucked at his lower lip, loving how he sighed so gustily.
“People lose their way sometimes. You are. You might not always have been, but that’s past. Now you always will be.” He rolled on top of me and found my mouth again. I held him tight—the only balance in my unstable life—and our tongues touched, soft sweeps of velvety smoothness. The hard ridge of Frankie’s dick lengthened against my thigh, and I clutched him to me, the pain of emptiness an almost physical ache.
He reached over to the nightstand and took something out of the drawer to place on the bed, and I saw it was lube and condoms. I trembled, wanting it so badly…wanting him. Wanting not to be afraid.
Frankie slid down my body, his mouth licking a path of fire from my neck to my chest. He circled my nipples, lavishing the tips with his lips, then wriggled lower, leaving me tingling and craving more of his touch. He rubbed his cheek along the length of my cock and hummed.
“I love your smell.” He licked around the dripping tip. “Your taste.”
I cried out, my balls tightening, a storm brewing deep inside me. “Frankie, please.”
“I’m not rushing this.” He peppered kisses along my thighs, spreading me wide, then picked my legs up and pushed them to my shoulders, exposing me. I hated that I trembled, and Frankie, who knew me better than I did myself, gave me time to quiet my fears. His luminous smile brightened my dark, and he took that time to slick up his fingers with lube. Touching my opening brought back those unpleasant memories, and I tensed, hating myself, Armando…my life.
But Frankie wouldn’t give in and teased slowly around my rim, flirting with that tightness, kissing up my leg with teasing flicks of his tongue. A pleasurable warmth began deep inside me, spreading outward like a hug. He pressed onward, licking around the base of my cock, my balls, the tight skin behind them, sending shockwaves of tingling fire up my spine. I melted into the mattress, my body going boneless with desire.
“Oh, babe.” I moaned as the tip of Frankie’s finger slid into me, adding to the rapidly escalating sensations zinging through me.“Ohhhh.”
“Are you all right? Is this okay?”
I’d used the techniques Dr. Morrell and I had talked about when I’d told her what had happened—the deep breathing, the imagery of Frankie and me making love—and over the past weeks I’d begun to relax more. My body craved Frankie.
“Yeah. So right.”
The slow push and drag of Frankie’s fingers woke up my insides, and without any shame, I worked myself on his hand. He brushed against my prostate, and stars burst behind my eyes.
“Oh, God.” I clawed at the sheets, desperate to feel that again.
“That’s it,” I heard Frankie mutter to himself. “I got you.”
And he did. Always. My toes curled in the ultimate pleasure as my orgasm shattered through me. Frankie held on to me until I stopped shaking and lay spent.
Armando might’ve controlled my body, but Frankie ruled my heart. He withdrew his fingers, and I missed his touch. Too tired to move, I watched him tear open the condom and stroke himself.
“Are you okay for me?”
“Yeah. More than okay.” I held out my hand.
He laced his fingers with mine and kissed my stomach. The nudge of his erection at my hole wasn’t a thing for me to fear. He was all I wanted. Everything I needed. At his hesitation, I squeezed his fingers tighter.
“It’s good. I’m good.”
He sank inside me slowly, my body accepting the one person who belonged there. I wrapped my legs around him, letting him know he was where he was meant to be.
“I love you. Love you.” I refused to allow anything else in my head and opened myself up to Frankie healing me. Loving me.
Silently, Frankie began to move, pushing deep, then withdrawing, dragging against the sensitized skin of my passage, the friction of his cock far inside me so delicious, I couldn’t help but respond. My cock twitched back to life, and I began moving with him.
“Baby,” Frankie whispered. “Dance along with me.”
He rolled his hips and rocked his pelvis hard until I writhed beneath him. Needy. Hungry. Back to a place I’d given up hope of finding.
“More,” I managed to gasp out. “Harder.”
And Frankie gave me what I craved, slamming into me with short, hard thrusts until I couldn’t hold on any longer and came again. I took Frankie with me over the edge this time, feeling his hot come fill the condom inside me.
