Chapter thirty-four #2
Frankie kissed down her neck, slow and deliberate, lips brushing over her collarbone like a vow. Willa’s body arched, her hands clutching at Frankie’s back as she pressed her thigh between Willa’s legs and stayed there—not grinding, just letting her feel it. The heat. The weight.
“You’ve been in my head every night,” Frankie said, her voice low and rough. “Touching myself to the sound of your voice. Pretending it was your hands.”
Willa let out a soft, broken sound—half gasp, half moan.
Frankie grinned against her skin. “Did you miss the way I fuck you?” she whispered, lips brushing the shell of Willa’s ear. “The way I make you come with my mouth… or my fingers… or my thigh pressed right here—” She shifted, letting the muscle flex against Willa’s slick heat.
Willa whimpered, her nails digging into Frankie’s shoulders. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”
“Good,” Frankie said, kissing her again. “Because I’ve been thinking about this for three weeks. Since you left that morning. Been thinking about you spread out under me like this. Wet and needy and mine.”
Frankie kissed her way down Willa’s spine, slow and teasing, dragging her mouth along warm skin until Willa was shivering. Her breath caught when Frankie’s hands smoothed over her hips, coaxing her gently forward.
“On your hands and knees,” Frankie murmured, voice low, thick with want.
Heat rushed through Willa. She obeyed, palms pressed into the sheets, her hair tumbling forward around her face. The position alone made her ache—it left her open, exposed, waiting. Frankie’s hands skimmed her thighs, her waist, lingering just long enough to make Willa tremble.
“God, look at you,” Frankie whispered behind her. The mattress dipped as she shifted closer, her fingers spreading across the curve of Willa’s ass before sliding down, knuckles brushing wet heat. Willa’s breath hitched, hips rocking back instinctively.
Frankie chuckled softly, the sound dark and indulgent. “So desperate already.”
Her fingers traced slowly, deliberately, dragging slickness across Willa’s folds without giving her the pressure she needed. Willa gasped, pushing back against her touch, but Frankie only teased, circling, skimming, pulling away.
“Please,” Willa managed, her voice breaking.
“Not yet.” Frankie’s tone was steady, almost gentle. “I want to take my time with you.”
Her hand slid up Willa’s back, fingers trailing along her spine before curling around the nape of her neck.
The touch was grounding, anchoring, as her other hand finally slid between Willa’s thighs.
One finger pressed inside—slow, steady, filling her inch by inch.
Willa moaned, her arms trembling under the weight of the sensation.
“Good girl,” Frankie murmured, adding another finger, curling just enough to make Willa jolt. “That’s it. Just let me have you.”
Willa’s breaths turned ragged, each stroke winding her tighter.
She dropped her head, hair brushing the sheets, body rocking helplessly into the rhythm.
Frankie moved slow at first, savoring, drawing it out.
Each thrust deep, deliberate, the pad of her thumb brushing against Willa’s clit in maddening, perfect circles.
“Oh, fuck,” Willa gasped, her voice sharp, urgent. “Frankie, please—don’t stop—”
“I won’t,” Frankie promised, her own breathing rough now. “I want to feel you break apart on my hand.”
The pace built—steadier, harder—until every thrust made the bed creak and Willa’s cries filled the room. Her hands clutched the sheets, knuckles white, her body strung so tight she thought she might snap.
“You’re gorgeous like this,” Frankie said, low against her ear as she leaned forward, pressing her chest to Willa’s back while still working her fingers inside her. “Falling apart for me. Needing me.”
That undid her. Willa’s whole body clenched, her release tearing through her in hot, shuddering waves. She cried out, thighs trembling, grinding back against Frankie’s hand like she couldn’t get close enough.
Frankie held her there, coaxing her through it, fingers steady until Willa collapsed forward onto the sheets, spent and shaking.
Only then did Frankie ease her hand away, pressing soft kisses along Willa’s back, her shoulders, the curve of her neck.
“That’s it,” she whispered, her lips brushing damp skin. “So good for me. My perfect girl.”
Willa shivered as Frankie lay down beside her, pulling her close, still whispering against her skin. “I could touch you like that forever.”
Willa turned her head, catching Frankie’s mouth in a slow, lingering kiss that tasted like heat and relief and promise.
Willa pulled her closer, eyes dark with heat and something deeper—something that burned.
Frankie was still catching her breath, sprawled across the sheets, every nerve buzzing from the way Willa had just undone her.
Her chest heaved, her body loose and trembling, her skin slick with sweat.
She expected Willa to collapse beside her, to curl in close and kiss her until the air slowed again.
But instead, Willa pressed one last kiss to her mouth, then pulled away, her gaze dark, determined.
“My turn,” she murmured, her voice low and rough.
Frankie blinked, dazed. “You sure you’ve got it in you after that?”
Willa didn’t answer. She slid off the bed, crossing to the chair where her bag sat. Frankie pushed up on her elbows, still weak, still wrecked—then froze when she saw what Willa pulled out.
Black leather. Polished buckles. A brand-new harness and a sleek dildo still gleaming like it had been waiting just for this.
Her throat went dry. Heat punched low in her belly. “Holy fuck.”
Willa smirked as she stepped back toward the bed, the sound of buckles clicking sharp in the quiet room.
She fastened the straps around her hips like she’d done it a thousand times, adjusting the fit, sliding the toy into place.
Her hands were steady, deliberate, and Frankie couldn’t stop staring. Couldn’t stop imagining it inside her.
By the time Willa climbed onto the mattress, Frankie’s pulse was thrumming wild, her body aching with a new kind of hunger.
“Get comfortable,” Willa said simply.
Frankie obeyed. She lay back, legs falling open, her skin flushed and trembling with anticipation.
The leather brushed her thighs as Willa settled between them, lowering herself until her mouth met Frankie’s in a kiss—slow, deep, claiming.
The toy nudged against her folds, slicking with her arousal, teasing before it ever pressed in.
“Feel that?” Willa whispered against her lips. “That’s mine.”
Frankie groaned, arms tightening around her shoulders. “Please,” she gasped, her voice ragged. “I need you inside me.”
Willa held her gaze, then pushed in—slow. Inch by inch, filling her so gradually that Frankie thought she might break from the stretch alone. Her back arched hard, a raw sound ripping out of her throat.
“God—Willa…”
Her hips lifted, desperate for more, and Willa gave it to her.
She set a rhythm—deep, steady thrusts that made the bed creak with each movement.
Frankie clung to her, nails biting into her back, legs wrapped tight around her waist. Every thrust sent sparks bursting low in her belly, the kind that burned hotter each time.
“You take me so well,” Willa murmured, her hand sliding up Frankie’s ribs to grip her jaw. “Look at you—opened up for me.”
Frankie moaned helplessly, her whole body straining to meet the rhythm. “Don’t stop—please—don’t you dare stop—”
But Willa did. She pulled out suddenly, the strap sliding free, slick and shining. Frankie whimpered at the loss, her body clenching around nothing.
“Up,” Willa ordered softly, her breath hot against Frankie’s ear. “On your hands and knees. I want to see you like that.”
Heat flashed down Frankie’s spine. Her body obeyed before her brain caught up, rolling over shaky and aching until her palms pressed into the sheets and her ass lifted, open and waiting. Her hair tumbled forward, sweat cooling on her skin, every muscle quivering with need.
The mattress dipped as Willa moved behind her. Frankie felt her hands spread her thighs wider, slide up her hips, grip her steady. Then the thick head of the toy brushed her again, slick and teasing before pressing deep.
The angle was different this time—deeper, sharper. Frankie gasped, arms trembling. “Fuck.”
“Good girl,” Willa rasped, pulling out slow, then slamming back in. The force drove Frankie forward on the bed, her cry muffled against the sheets.
The rhythm built—harder, faster. Every thrust rocked her forward, her body snapping back to meet it, desperate to take more. Her fingers clawed at the bedding, helpless sounds spilling from her lips.
“God—you feel incredible,” she panted. “Willa—please—don’t stop—”
One hand slid up her back, pressing her down until her chest met the mattress, her ass still high. The strap slammed in deeper, relentless, hitting a spot that made her scream.
“That’s it,” Willa growled, her hips snapping forward with brutal precision. “Take it. Take every inch for me.”
Frankie shook, her body strung so tight she thought she might snap. Her moans turned frantic when Willa’s hand found her clit, rubbing hard and fast in ruthless circles while she fucked her from behind.
The pleasure hit like fire.
She shattered, screaming into the sheets, her body seizing, thighs clamping tight as her orgasm ripped through her in wave after wave. Her arms buckled, her face pressed into the mattress, the strap still driving into her, milking every last spasm until she collapsed, trembling.
Only then did Willa slow—easing her down, kissing the damp skin of her back, her shoulders, the curve of her neck.
“You’re mine,” she whispered against her ear.
Frankie laughed, undone and breathless, still trembling. “No fucking argument here.”
Willa eased out slowly, unbuckling the strap, letting it drop to the floor. Then she curled into Frankie’s side, draping an arm across her waist, skin to skin, legs tangled.
The leather scent lingered faintly in the air, but all Frankie could feel was the warmth of Willa pressed close.
“You wreck me,” she rasped, voice hoarse. “You know that?”
Willa smiled against her hair, brushing damp curls back from her face. “Good. You wreck me too.”
Frankie buried her face into her neck, lips brushing soft. “You’re everything.”
Willa kissed the top of her head, sure and steady. “You’re home.”
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