She was on the edge, her orgasm just out of reach, hands gripping the sofa for purchase. She writhed and bucked into his hand. "Please. Please please please," she begged.
"Please what?" he asked.
"Please let me come," she pleaded.
"Since you begged so sweetly, come for me, darlin'," he said as he pressed his thumb against her swollen clit.
Frankie went off like a rocket, body arching off the sofa as she cried out with her release.
"I will never get enough of the sight of you coming," he told her before he kissed her heatedly. "Now we can move this to the bedroom," he added as he stood up. He leaned down and picked her up, wincing slightly.
"Yaeger, I can walk," she said in protest at his wince.
"I'm good, I've got you," he countered.
"But you're still hurt," she replied.
"I said I'm good," he growled.
"Stubborn man," she sighed against his neck as he carried her to the bedroom.
He set her on her feet at the side of the bed and gripped the waistband of her pants. "These need to come off," he said as he pushed them down her body, kneeling so she could step out of them. Then he helped her onto the bed.
Frankie watched as he stripped and crawled onto the bed to join her. Gods he was sexy.
"Grab the headboard and don't let go until I tell you to," he ordered.
'Yes, Sir." Where the fuck did that come from? She shrugged and reached her hands up, gripping the headboard, doing as he commanded. She had to admit, his dominance was a huge turn on.
"That's my good girl." He ran his hands over her body, caressing her. He squeezed her breasts and twisted her nipples until she cried out. "I can smell your arousal. It smells so fucking good."
He leaned down and kissed a heated trail from her jaw to her left breast, where he paused to take her nipple into his mouth. He sucked and lightly bit her nipple until she moaned. His hand tweaked her right nipple, giving it some much needed attention. Then he kissed his way south to her pussy. "Fuck, I love the way you smell," he told her before he dipped his tongue into her folds.
Frankie gripped the headboard tighter to keep from reaching for him. Her hips arched into his mouth, seeking more. She huffed when he gripped her hips and held her in place.
"I'm in control here, darlin', not you," he growled against her before he sucked on her clit.
She tried to buck into him, but with her hips pinned, she couldn't move. All she could do was lie there andfeel. She could feel her release slowly building and whined. "Yaeger, please."
"Please what?"
"Please, I need more."
"Is this what you need?" he asked and slid two fingers into her tight, wet pussy, curling them to stroke her g-spot with every thrust.
"Yes," she hissed and squirmed beneath him.
He continued torturing her until she was a mewling ball of need.
"Please, please please let me come," she begged, knowing instinctively that was what he was waiting for.
"Then come for me, darlin'," he said as he stroked her g-spot and gently bit her clit.
The combination of pleasure and pain sent her crashing over the edge with a cry that echoed in the room.
He watched her ride out the orgasm, still holding onto the headboard like a good girl. "You can let go now," he told her, and she did.
Frankie flexed her fingers to get the feeling back in them. Then she reached for him. "My turn," she said as she wrapped her fingers around his cock. She stroked him for a minute before she moved down and wrapped her lips around him, causing him to groan.
