eyes.
Slowly, robbed of breath, I ease inside her, just a few inches, and stop. Frankie pants for air, her eyes scrunched shut. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever known. Warm, tight, intricately smooth yet somehow not.
“Are you all right?” I whisper.
She nods furiously. Then shakes her head. “You’re huge. It’s like a Mack truck trying to take a back alley.”
I laugh into her neck. “I’m sorry. I’ll go slow. I want to make it good for you,” I whisper.
She kisses me gently. “I’m not worried about that,” she whispers back.
“Good. That makes one of us.”
A laugh bursts out of her, and I have to clench my jaw because of how it makes her body flex around mine. “Just give me like…five hours to get adjusted,” she mutters.
“I’ll be lucky if I last five minutes, Frankie.”
“Go slow while you can, okay?” she whispers. “It’s better that way. Gentler. Like this.”
At her cue, I loosen my grip and free her hands. Gripping my backside, she guides me with her as she leans her hips back, then rocks up. Air rushes out of me.
“God, you feel incredible.” I set my mouth over hers, kissing, tasting, sharing breath as I follow her rhythm and my body’s instinct. I pull away and moan helplessly as I ease in again.
Holding my weight on my elbows on either side of her face, I kiss her neck, her jaw, her lips, finally sinking so far inside her, I feel where I can’t go any farther.
Frankie gasps. I pull back reflexively, but she stops me, panting for air. “It’s okay. Don’t stop, okay?”
My body’s begging to thrust and pound and take. It’s too harsh, too much. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she says gently, her hands drifting to my backside again, guiding me, pulling me to her. “I promise you won’t.”
Waves of muscles tighten around my cock. A sigh falls out of me as I draw back, then press into her, sure and slow. I feel sparks soar up my legs, a fierce need to move guiding me.
“Again,” she whispers. “Again.”
Our moans echo in each other’s mouths as I thrust into her, as Frankie hugs me tight. Her hips roll in rhythm with mine, first slow, then urgently. Faster.
“Faster, Ren,” she rasps. “Faster.”
The last thread of my hesitation snaps, unleashing a torrent of need. I find her clit with my thumb and circle it steadily in time with each drive into her. Fast. Deliberate. The slap of skin on skin, the quiet rhythm of her cries. More waves, fluttering and faint, teasing spasms along my length as our bodies move together.
I’m so close already, I have to stop. One more stroke, and I’ll be done for. Seating myself inside her, I kiss Frankie’s breasts, suck her nipples roughly. My body trembles as I hold back.
“Ren, it’s okay,” she says gently. “It’s okay for you to come. You already made me—”
“No,” I mutter against her skin. “I want to feel you come with me. I want to feel you come all over my cock. I need it, Frankie.”
Her body tightens around me. “I do, too,” she says softly.
“Then, let me do this.” I flick her clit, suck her nipples, and slowly rock inside her.
“Yes,” she chants quietly. Her hands search my body as she writhes beneath me. “I’m coming,” she mumbles. “I’m coming. Oh my God—”
She shakes beneath me, as the grip of her body tightens sharply along my length. I want to hold still and savor every expression as she comes undone, but I can’t. I have to move. It’s an unrelenting demand, a consuming need to move furiously inside her, until lightning snaps up my spine, and I thrust into her with a final roar.
I spill so long that stars dance at the corners of my vision, before finally I can tug in air. A shiver wracks her body as I press gentle kisses to her throat, her jaw.
Dropping against Frankie, I turn her with me, so she’s tucked into my side, her bad hip up off the mattress and splayed carefully across me. My hands dance over her skin, my lips travel her cheeks, until finally our mouths find each other’s, hands gentle faces, and we sigh, a long, satisfied exhale.
Frankie blinks open her eyes and smiles up at me on a happy sigh. “Told you we had nothing to worry about.”
27
Frankie
Playlist: “Cinnamon Girl,” Lana Del Rey
Ren tosses aside the washcloth he used gently between my legs, along his length. Falling back on the bed, tugging