film, but singing “Christmas is All Around Us” had her clenching beautifully on my cock.
When I bit down lightly, she bucked against my grip and then just went all lax and liquid against me as we rocked together. No hurry. No rush.
Well that was a fucking lie. I could pound into her with how hard I was, but having her fall apart around me was the second best feeling in the world. The absolute best came when my name fell in a strained note from her lips.
When she dragged her hand up to wrap around my nape, I dipped my head and met her minty kiss as my thrusts became sharper. The soft mewling sounds escaping her had me chasing her tongue with my own.
Cupping her pussy again, I traced a circle around her clit. The little shocks had her clenching and flexing around my dick, disintegrating my control. Applying real pressure, I gave her that last nudge, and she screamed. There it was—the throaty cry that had my balls dragging up tight, and three pumps later, I came as she fluttered around my cock and sagged into me, trembling.
Fuck.
“Oh yeah,” she whispered against my lips as we both panted, and then she dropped her head to my shoulder. There was a mess sliding down her thighs, but it was hard to care when she was so soft and trembling against me.
“Good morning,” I managed to exhale, and her laughter boosted me higher.
“It is now,” she said, her grin wreathing the words. The bathroom was filled with steam, and we both hissed as I eased out of her. I let her catch my hand as she turned, and then her lips were on mine and we swayed as I kissed her. Cupping her chin, I nudged her head back to change the angle and then savored every stroke of her tongue as I maneuvered us into the shower. The water hit us from three sides.
Rich people and their amenities.
I didn’t think I’d ever complain again. We took our time, soaping each other up, and I sighed as she ran her hands all over me. Most of the time, I was too intent on pulling her apart to let her explore, and there was something enormously satisfying every time she glanced at me as she traced a muscle line. Even more when she took care to wash my cock, and I was more than happy to return the favor.
It was less about groping and more about just savoring. I savored her breasts, her hips, her throat and her ass in equal measure.
When she dropped to her knees though, I wasn’t ready to have her mouth on me, and fuck, I went from relaxed to hard as a stone between one pull and the next.
I fisted her hair, and as much as I wanted to let her have that control, it was eating away at mine. Still, I didn’t drag her closer or try to set the pace until I bumped the back of her throat and glanced down to find her eyes on me.
She relaxed her mouth at my tug, and then I was fucking into her with care, watching to make sure she wasn’t gagging, and I spilled like it was my first time as my body went boneless. Her smile after was so worth it.
We finished the shower, eventually, and I checked her tattoo. The scabbing looked good. It was already falling off in places, leaving the dark lines in sharp relief against her soft skin. Pressing a kiss to the side of it, I whispered, “Do you have any idea how hot it is that you have my name on you?”
My name. Ian. Not Bubba. I had been Ian to pretty much family only for years.
Until Frankie.
For her, I was Ian.
She grinned and twisted to glance at me. “Probably as sexy as it is for my name to be etched on you.”
I dragged on my bottoms as she sauntered out of the bathroom—and I did mean sauntered. The sway of her hips had me wondering if we needed to go downstairs at all.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Coop said with a groan, and I chuckled.
“Thanks,” I told him as I scooped up the pillow he’d flung at me earlier and sent it careening back to him as Frankie laughed. She was utterly unabashed in her nudity as she went in search of clothes, and something I hadn’t even realized was tense settled within me. No artifice had ever clung to