Page 47 of Reality Girl, Ep. 3

Chapter Nineteen

As much asFranky loved his bar, it came as no surprise that the first time we had sex, we had it on the bar, in the place he loved so dearly.

There was no ass slapping or hair pulling. Neither whipped cream or pizza came into play. I didn’t wear a merkin, no one got face-fucked, and there wasn’t a quart of cum blasted onto my face.

In other words, everything was perfect.

I didn’t want cock talk, whispered opinions of how tight my pussy was, or statements made through his clenched teeth of how he wanted to fuck me in the ass.

I wanted it exactly the way it was unfolding.

At least this time.

There would be a time and a place for the filthiest of sex. The despicable acts that were reserved for erotic novels, X-Rated movies, and internet porn sites were sure to take place one day.

But, this wasn’t the day.

Franky’s arms were under my shoulders, holding me tightly against his bare chest. Breathless, I gazed into his eyes. His narrow hips worked back and forth methodically. Each thrust, although deliciously predictable, pushed me closer to reaching climax.

Fearing that I would sound like a lunatic, I hadn’t mentioned it to him, but when he penetrated me for the first time, it was different.

Somehow, some way, we were emotionally connected. I didn’t want to sound like a weirdo, a flake, or a freak, but I was sure that we’d melted into one being. Two hearts, two minds, two souls, but one purpose.

He pushed himself into me fully, held himself in place, and maneuvered his hips from side to side in a circular motion. A tingling started from my clit, and ran through my entire body.

My eyes fell closed. I arched my back. The sensation became more prominent.

I felt his breath against my ear.

I exhaled.

“You feel wonderful,” he breathed.

I was mere seconds from bursting into climactic bliss. “You are wonderful.”

He withdrew fully, then slowly pushed himself in completely. I bit against my lower lip as each inch of him forced me open, causing me to wonder if I could take his entire length one more time.

I loved how he was making me feel, that he was taking his time with me, and that his focus wasn’t simply sex. I’d given myself to him, and although he was in control, he wasn’t controlling me.

He held himself deep inside of me and did the hip thing again.

The tingling sensation returned.

“Are you ready?” he whispered.

My eyes opened.

“For?” I asked.

“Magic,” he said.

Magic. He was cute. I smiled. “Yes.”

He grinned.

With his eyes locked on mine, he pulled his hips back, paused, and then pushed himself into me fully. Again, and again, he repeated the motions, his pace increasing slightly with each stroke.

His mouth pressed against mine, and we kissed. Our tongues intertwined, jockeying for position in the confines of our combined mouths. The tingling sensation increased.