28
Frankie
I came backfrom the restroom and into the welcoming, warm bed. The familiar guilt was trying to nag me into leaving, but I wouldn’t listen. The night wasn’t over yet.
I quickly checked my phone, just to make sure there weren’t any problems back at the house.
I had one text from Brooks.
“Everyone is asleep. I take it that because you haven’t called me ten times that you’re having fun. Please, Frankie, just enjoy yourself.”
What was it about seeing your name in a text that made it feel all the more serious?
“Fine. If I must,” I text back and set the phone down.
I rolled over to find Harrison propped on one elbow, watching me. His hair was messy, but not the same way it was in the mornings. His cheeks were still flushed, and the muscles of his upper body were on full display.
“Everything okay?” he asked. There was a worry in his tone that I suspected wasn’t about the others.
He was waiting for my retreat, waiting for me to hurt him, and that broke my heart. I nodded and scooted forward to him.
“I’m not ready to leave here yet,” I said.
His Adam’s apple bobbed on a swallow. “Okay.”
I loved his big, serious eyes and how they displayed so much emotion.
I leaned forward and kissed him deeply. He matched my kiss until we were both panting.
When I broke it to lean back and look at him, he repeated, “Okay.”
I pushed him back and straddled his thighs. My hair fell around us as our kiss went on. My nipples brushed his chest, and as my own heaviness returned, his length hardened against my thigh. It wasn’t only my desire for him that made my heart feel this way. The look in his eyes as he gazed up at me, brushing the hair out of my face, was one I had caught on him many times over these months. A look that I couldn’t ignore. A look that matched the same longing deep in my bones.
I reached down between us to stroke him. The muscles in his neck that had strained when he sang were flexed now as he sucked in a breath, head thrown back. This power was a heady thing.
On the table next to the bed was a condom that I noticed on my return from the restroom.
He followed my gaze. “Not to be presumptuous. We don’t have to—”
“Oh. But we do.” I licked my lips, and he watched the action closely.
“Good point.” He reached for the condom as I scooted to make room. I leaned back to watch him roll it on. His brows furrowed with focus, and every muscle in his body was on edge. I watched him take his time with heavy-bodied admiration. Task completed, I bent forward again. His eyes shone as he swallowed hard. He was reverently quiet as I used him to tease and coat my entrance. It took no time until he was lined up, and without anything but wordless assent, I slowly lowered onto him. He threaded my fingers in his as I settled.
We stilled, hands clasped at his temples, as I adjusted. His muscles were coiled, but he never made any move to rush. I luxuriated in the full feeling, relaxing to take him more fully. Eventually, I clenched, and he took the indication for what it was, and in tandem, we began to rock.
We kissed until it became too difficult to get the motion and maintain the rhythm. We laughed as we were forced to break apart before we accidentally gave the other a bloody nose. He rolled me onto my back and rocked slowly, hitting something incredible. He pushed deep into me and didn’t pull off back, pressing hard against that spot that sent me wild.
He was incredibly tender and vocal. He praised me and told me when he felt good too. Normally, eye contact was too intimate, but I couldn’t look away when I tilted up to meet him and pull him deeper into me.
I loved the heat of him. I loved his praise and words of direction. I loved every movement.
He was above me, hands on my spread knees as he looked down at where he slid in and out of me. “You’re so perfect. You feel so incredible.”
The muscles of his abdomen flexed and contracted with every wave-like thrust, and I allowed myself to be taken away. To let him lead the show. It was so nice to be folded and bent, told what to do and how to take pleasure.
“Just like that. Spread wider. Good. God, yes. Like that. So good. Better than I dreamed. Gorgeous. So perfect.” A hundred words of praise.
When I came again, he followed right after with a groan of pleasure, and my name gasped from his lips.
