Chapter 7 #2
That’s all it took. While muttering my name incoherently, she submitted to her release and clamped down around my fingers.
Damn. Seeing her come undone turned me on more than I could’ve ever imagined.
I couldn’t wait a moment longer. I had to be inside her.
She was still in the throes of her release when I grabbed a condom from my wallet, lowered my jeans enough to free myself, and slid it on.
Her eyes locked on mine as I slipped my hands under her ass and pulled her to the edge of the desk.
Fuck. She looked so damn beautiful sprawled out and waiting for me with that wanton look in her eyes.
I brushed my throbbing cock against her slick center and nearly lost it.
Inhaling a deep breath, I tried to calm the storm of need that was raging inside of me, but Frankie was eager for more.
Unable to wait a moment longer, she wrapped her legs around me and forced me deep inside.
I froze. She felt too fucking good. I slowly withdrew, watching her expression as I asked, “You like having my cock inside you?”
She managed a slight nod as she muttered, “God, yes!”
A slight hiss slipped through her teeth as I drove into her again and again—each time a bit faster and more unforgiving. Her heels dug into my back and she moaned, “Roman.”
As much as I loved having her this way, I wanted more.
I needed to feel her, touch every inch of her gorgeous body, so I lowered my hands to her hips and carefully lifted her from the desk.
I carried her over to the sofa, pushed my jeans down a bit further, then lowered us down onto the cushions, letting Frankie’s knees straddle me.
I dropped my hands to her waist and started guiding her over my cock in an unforgiving rhythm.
She placed her hands on my shoulders, trying to steady herself as she shouted, “Roman!”
Fuck. There was something about hearing her call out my name that sent an intense heat coursing through my body.
I burned for her, every fucking inch of me was consumed by my need for this woman, and I feared I might never feel this way for anyone else.
Shifting her hips upward, she continued to rock against me.
When I slammed into her again, I could feel her muscles contracting all around me as her second orgasm started to take hold.
My body grew rigid as my release inched its way through me.
Her head fell back as she cried out, “Oh yes. Yes!”
I fisted my hand in her long hair, giving it a gentle tug, as I thrust forward, driving inside her once again. She was so fucking hot, so tight, and it was all too much. Damn. I couldn’t imagine a better feeling. I drew back and slammed into her again, taking her harder and deeper.
“Fuckkk!” I shouted out as my throbbing cock demanded its release.
My fingers dug into her hips as I guided her forward in a feverish rhythm until I came deep inside of her.
We both stilled, fighting to catch our breath, and after several moments, Frankie eased off me and over to the spot next to me.
I stood and tossed the condom in the trash, then pulled up my jeans before sitting back down next to her.
She didn’t move. She just sat there watching me from the corner of her eye. “You doing okay over there?”
“More than okay.” She finally turned to me and asked, “What about you?”
“Same.” I let my eyes skirt over her body and smiled. “You’re incredible.”
“I don’t know about that.” A look of insecurity flashed through her eyes as she tugged at her blouse. As she tried to cover herself, she glanced back over at me and mumbled, “It’s been awhile since I’ve ....um...been with anyone.”
“I meant what I said. You were incredible.” I stood and zipped up my jeans then started out of the office. “And if it’s been awhile, I sure couldn’t tell.”
I picked up her jeans from the floor and carried them back into the office.
A light blush crossed her face as I offered Frankie her jeans and panties.
I turned my back, giving her a moment of privacy as she got dressed.
I was taking a look around her desk when I noticed a small box next to her laptop.
Not sure I was seeing what I thought I was seeing, I stepped closer for a better look, and to my surprise, it was a mid-sized, purple vibrator.
I picked up the box and held it up where she could see as I asked, “What’s this? ”
“Oh, God!” She rushed over to me and jerked it out of my hand. “It’s nothing. My sister Sydney got it for me.”
“Your sister, huh?”
“Yes, my sister.” Her face was beet red with embarrassment. “She’s got a twisted sense of humor and gave it to me this afternoon with the bottle of wine I drank earlier.”
“So, you broke into the wine, but not the vibrator?”
“No, I didn’t. Now, can you please just drop it?”
“I don’t know.” I stepped towards her. “It’s an interesting topic of conversation.”
“Roman!”
Hearing my name on her lips was all it took.
I slipped my arms around her waist and eased her close.
When she opened her mouth to speak, I ran my hand behind her neck and pulled her parted lips to mine, silencing her with a kiss.
As soon as her tender, full mouth pressed against mine, her tense muscles melted into my arms. Frankie wound her arms around my neck, and as she kissed me back, I found myself thinking things I had no business thinking.
I quickly released her and said, “I better get you home.”