The Way To A Man's Heart - Frankie Love Page 0,117
her bra, her nipple between my fingers, hardening under my touch. She lifts her shirt off entirely, and I unclasp her bra, kissing her breasts the way they deserve. I lick her nipples, twirling my tongue around them, and she runs her hands though my hair. I push them together, loving her big round globes, my cock hardening at the sight of her topless. Wanting to see all of her.
My cock teases her as we make out, our bodies pressed tight together. Annie is still out cold, the house is quiet, empty. Ours.
“Fuck, I want you,” I tell her and I lift her up, off the counter, carrying her toward the living room couch. “I want to taste you.”
She lifts her eyebrows, bites her bottom lip. “I want to taste you too.”
Chapter Eight
Brittany
We undress quickly, in a rush, our desire taking over our common sense and I’m glad. I’ve never so unabashedly gone for what I wanted… but maybe it is because I’ve never wanted someone like I’ve wanted Beckett. Entirely.
With his shirt and sweats off, my mouth waters. “You’re so ripped,” I say, looking him over. My eyes stopping on the giant package, hard and thick under his briefs. I want to be brave, to reach out and touch him, but I hold back. Scared of being overeager.
“What is it?” he asks, sensing my hesitation.
I laugh, a shaky breath escaping me. “I just want you so bad… so much… I don’t want to overwhelm you.”
He groans, moving toward me, easing my panties past my hips. “Not possible, baby.”
“Oh,” I whimper, naked before him. “My body is on fire for you.”
“You sure you want this?”
I nod. “So badly.”
“Good, because so do I.” He kisses me again, guiding me to the couch. I run my hand over his still covered up shaft, the hard length making me wet with anticipation.
He tells me to sit on the couch as he gets to his knees. He eases my thighs apart and I don’t have time to be nervous because all I am right now is one hundred percent in heaven.
His tongue runs over my skin, up my thigh, and I lean back against the cushions of the couch as he blows warm air against me, my body opening for him as he begins to kiss my pussy, licking me up and down, his hands on my thighs, opening me up nice and good.
“Ohh Beckett,” I whimper, his tongue caressing my folds as I become jelly beneath him. “Please don’t stop.”
He looks up, his eyes finding mine. “Screw the chocolate chips, your cookie is the only one I want.”
Heat rises within me, and a smile spreads across my face at the delirious pleasure he is giving me.
“God, you really do taste good, girl,” he tells me, teasing my clit with his thumb, his finger pressing deeper inside me, hitting me in a place that has me gasping.
“Oh, oh, yes,” I moan as his tongue returns to my heat, licking me as I orgasm against his mouth.
“Damn,” he groans as he sucks me hard, my body on fire — full of want. His for the taking.
“I want to touch you, feel you…” I reach for him, wanting to run my tongue over his length the way he’s just pleasured my pussy.
“Fuck, baby, I want that too.”
His desire for me sends a shiver of pleasure up and down my spine. Never have I been so wanted… and never have I needed anyone so badly.
Beckett stands, makes sure Annie is still sleeping, and turns toward me.
“Let me see you,” I ask him. “Please.”
“You sure you want to keep going? There is no need to rush.”
But even as the sweet words leave his mouth, I know he is wrong. There is a rush of need running through me like a current. I’m hungry and desperate to take him in my mouth, to have him fill me up… I want this night to go on forever.
And as he moves to the couch, sitting next to me, he pulls thick cock from his briefs and I know he doesn’t want the night to end either.
“Fuck, I’m so hard for you,” he tells me, taking my hand and resting it on his thickness. My pussy drips with desire as I run my fingers over his velvety length. “You’re so big,” I whisper, taking his size in.
“It’s the kind of cock that will keep you happy for your whole damn life,” he tells me.