“You sure before isn’t the best you can do?” she teases.
I look into her eyes. Emerald and playfulness.
“Nah.”
The song in the background changes and I push myself in her again, feeling the way my previous release has turned her into a slip and slide.
“So fuck me. Again. And again. And again,” she commands.
She doesn’t need to tell me twice ‘cause I’m on it but she must’ve been tired waiting and was ready for her own release ‘cause she grabs hold of my arse and starts moving my hips herself.
There’s no need to. That last orgasm has built up my resistance so I start drilling her.
The room sounds like a boxing match.
Just pounds and groaning as I beat it up. And through it all I avoid that emerald gaze. She’s like Medusa. But instead of turning men to stone, she weakens my defenses and everything comes flooding out.
So I kiss her instead.
I like kissing her. I like tasting her moans. I like the way she isn’t scared to lead this, or give me shit if I’m not pleasing her. I like that I don’t feel a way about it.
It’s a weird feeling to have about a person who gets under your skin constantly. It’s almost like mutual respect. I don’t have to pretend with her and she doesn’t pretend with me. We both know why we’re here and we’re gonna make the most out of it.
“I’m close,” she announces in a choked voice as her nails dig into my back.
“Want me to speed up?” I force out like I ain’t teetering the line myself.
“Duh.”
See?Straight to the point. I don’t have to play polite like this is a press conference. No fake niceties and politeness.
I don’t have to be that guy with her.
I get to enjoy putting all my sex fantasies about her into reality as I suck her toes, smack her arse and spit in her mouth, over and over and over again. And again. And again.
“Frankie…”My chain is tangled in her hair, I’m practically floating in both our fluids and my back stings from all her claw marks. “I want to fall asleep with it in.”
“What?” her voice is muffled by the pillow as her back is facing me.
Out of breath, I lean over and examine the mess I made of her makeup. “I said, let me leave it in while we sleep.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanna wake up to something positive.”
She sides eyes me, sees I’m serious, then shrugs. “Yeah, sure. Whatever.”
I’m a bit too excited about this, not gonna lie. I slip it in, embrace the warmth and wrap my arms around her.
“I’m gonna be so hard in the morning, it’ll feel like you’re still getting fucked.”
She groans but relaxes into it. “Just shut it and go to sleep.”
eleven
don’t test me, abeg.
Frankie.
