Chapter 8 #2
The door opens slowly.
Frankie stands in the glow of the bedside lamp, wrapped in one of my flannels over her tank top and sleep shorts. Her hair’s loose, and her eyes search mine like she’s already guessed why I’m here.
She doesn’t say anything.
She just steps aside and lets me in.
The room smells like her. I close the door behind me and turn to find her watching me, lips parted, heartbeat visible in her throat.
“I couldn’t sleep,” I say, although the truth is I didn’t even try.
She nods. “Me either.”
I take a step toward her. “Frankie…”
She closes the distance. “You don’t have to say it.”
“I want to.”
Her hands slide up my chest, fingers curling in my shirt. “Then say it.”
I cup her face, brushing my thumbs over her cheeks. “I don’t know how this happened so fast, but I haven’t felt like this in a long time. Maybe ever.”
Her voice is a whisper. “Me too.”
I kiss her, softly at first.
She answers it with a sigh and a tug of my shirt, pulling me closer, pressing her body against mine until the only thing between us is hesitation, and even that’s fading fast.
We move without speaking. The flannel slips from her shoulders. My hands find her waist. She kisses me like she’s starving and I’m the only thing she’s hungry for.
When we finally tumble onto the bed, the sheets tangle around us like they know this is exactly where we belong.
I take my time, memorizing the way she gasps when my mouth brushes her collarbone, the way her nails grip my shoulders, the way she looks at me like I’m something good.
She’s everything I never let myself want, and she wants me back.
The world disappears. It’s just us, slow and aching, tender and deep.
When I finally whisper her name against her skin, she pulls me even closer.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment you destroyed my pumpkins.”
“Me too.”
“I’m so glad you stayed.” I kiss her neck, pull the flannel off her arms, and place my hands at the hem of her tank top. “Can I take this off, sweet girl?”
“Yes, please, take it all off,” she moans.
So I do.
I have her bare before me in seconds. “Goddamn, you are gorgeous.”
A blush spreads over her cheeks and down her chest. Her breasts are round and high, tipped with pink nipples I need to taste. I place my lips around one, pulling it into my mouth.
Frankie grips my hair and holds me against her body. “That feels so good, Rhett.”
I move to the other breast and do the same thing as a hand makes its way down to her pussy. She’s wet and ready for me. I’m not sure what I want to do first. Make her come with my mouth or watch her come undone with my hand.
Like she could read my mind, Frankie begs. “Taste me, please, my wicked cowboy.”
It’s a request I can’t deny. I move down her body, depositing small kisses as I go. Damn, she’s gorgeous down here, pink, plump, and wet. I wedge my shoulders between her thighs and begin to explore her folds.
“Wait!” she exclaims.
I instantly pull back. I really fucking hope that she’s not about to stop me from tasting her.
“What’s wrong, Frankie?”
“Nothing's wrong, Rhett. I…” she pauses and smiles the most magnificent smile. “I want to see you too. Will you take off your clothes for me?”
Relief washes through my body. “Of course, sweet girl, if that’s what you want.”
“It is.”
I quickly stand up and shed my clothes. Her gaze rakes over my body until she reaches my hard cock.
“Like what you see?”
She nods. “Very much. Now, where were we?”
I resume my previous position between her luxurious thighs. Slowly, I run my tongue through her folds.
“You taste like heaven.”
She moans as I run my tongue around her tight bundle of nerves. Slowly, I insert one and then another finger inside her.
“That feels so good,” she mumbles.
I increase the speed of my hand. I’m ready to explode, and she hasn’t even touched me yet. I need her to come…now. I pull her clit between my lips and suck. Her hips fly off the bed. I feel her tighten, and a gush of wetness spills into my mouth.
“Shit, Cowboy, you just made me come harder than I ever have before.”
“Damn right,” I brag as I move back up her body.
Frankie pushes me away, and I’m worried that I said the wrong thing until she says, “My turn now. I want you to stand at the foot of the bed.”
Immediately, I do what she asks. I’m standing at the foot of the bed, shaking a little in anticipation of what’s about to happen.
Frankie smiles up at me as she wraps her hand around my dick. I’m so hard I feel a little lightheaded.
“So big,” she says before she wraps her lips around the head and pulls me into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I moan. “That feels so good.”
Her tongue runs along my shaft, and I know that I have to be inside her soon or I’m going to explode.
“Sweet girl, I need to be inside you.”
She leans back and looks up at me. “I want you to make you feel like you made me feel.”
“You are, you did. I want us both to feel good.” I whisper to her while I crawl over her body.
I line myself against her entrance and freeze. “Shit, I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m on the pill and was tested after I found my boyfriend cheating.”
“I haven’t slept with anyone in a long time. I’ve tested clean, too.”
With a smile and a blush, Frankie says, “Then you may carry on.”
So I do.
I slowly enter her. She’s wet enough that there’s no resistance, and I slide in easily. Her walls grip me, and I moan.
“I’m not going to last, sweet girl. I need you to come fast.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
I rub my thumb around her clit and pump in and out of her.
“I’m close, Cowboy.”
“Me, too.” I manage to say, even though every bit of me is focused on making her feel good.
Her walls start to strangle my dick, and I know she’s about to come.
“Come for me…” I say. “Now.”
She does, and I immediately follow. For several seconds, we both lay there, shocked by what we just experienced.
Worried that I’m putting too much of my weight on her, I roll to the side and pull her against my chest.
“Wow,” she says.
“Yeah.”
I’m not sure what she’s going to want me to do now. Should I ask her if she wants me to go? I don’t want to, but I also don’t want to do anything she’s not on board with.
Before I make a fool of myself and ask, Frankie says, “I want you to stay…if you want to.”
I kiss her forehead and look into her eyes. “Of course, sweet girl.”
I pull the blankets up over us and settle next to her. Quickly, her breathing evens, and she’s asleep. I stare at the ceiling for a long time, asking myself questions. Does this mean she’ll stay? Do I want her to stay?
I drift off with those thoughts repeating in my head and not knowing the answers.