She felt herself melt with hunger for him. Her desire grew even stronger as she licked and sucked messily against his most delicate skin. Under her fingers, his cock pulsed, and, when she stroked up to the head, the pre-cum trickled over her knuckles.
The scent of him was intoxicating. Wild and musky with the cedar and sandalwood sweetness. Running her teeth along the base, she nipped softly, nibbling her way up until her lips smeared into the creamy lust gleaming from the crown.
His breath caught, his hips shuddering and rising toward her. When she grazed her teeth against his skin, he pleaded softly, “Harder. Oh, fuck, Frankie. Yes!” And more sweet pre-cum coated her lips as she rolled the head over her mouth from one corner to the other. Top and bottom lips glistening with his lust.
He stared in desire and hunger as she licked the taste of him off her lips. So sweet and hot, tingling like honey in the back of her throat. He opened his mouth to speak but only a raw cry of need escaped as her lips wrapped around him.
He clenched his fist in her curls as she sucked along the swollen head and savored the first mouthful of his pre-cum. This. She wanted this! Throat full with the taste of him. She wanted him to take her mouth and throat with all the strength of him to leave her swollen and bruised.
Instead, he was so gentle with her. He let her control him. He snarled for more when her teeth scraped along the length from base to head and harder when she sucked him. Her tongue swirled around him and he bucked up into her, swelling and thickening.
“I’m so close, Frankie,” he moaned a broken warning. It drove her crazy. She wanted to push him over the edge and make his toes curl. No, she needed to bring out the beast in him that would shatter his perfect, beautiful control.
He gripped her hair hard as he roared out in pleasure, surging up and thrusting into her again and again, each time plunging deeper into her throat. When he came, it was a flood of sweet, sticky cum, his release a bestial, savage thing that made her heart sing.
She growled around him, vibrating the length of him as she gulped and gulped again. She cupped his balls, squeezing warmly against him as though she might coax out another mouthful. Another throat load.
For a long time, she sucked him, until he went soft between her lips. He stroked her face and traced the corners of her lips where he stretched her wide. At last though, he pulled her up, one hand in her hair, the other wrapping around her arm to physically draw her closer.
His mouth hungrily claimed hers and he felt minty cool against her burning lips. His moans vibrated through her. Their tongues tangled, then they shared moans and breath as she curled herself into his naked body.
When the kiss broke, he wrapped her in his arms and smiled dreamily at her, nose rubbing hers. His eyes searched hers. “Why aren’t you worried I might hurt you?” he asked in a soft voice.
“Why would you hurt me?” she asked.
He patted her ass and it reminded her that she was still mostly dressed. “I am very strong,” he said.
“Well, I guess I assume that you were with Sophia who is a quarter of my size you learned control. You are very gentle.” She ducked her head.
“I hope it’s not sharing too much to say that Sophia and I were hardly sexually active. We were both very young. She liked very specific things that did not include my cock.”
“Oh.” That made her sit up and she cupped his face and gazed into his eyes, seeing the unfamiliar worry in their wild jungle depths. She swept her thumb along the spot his dimple should be. “You are perfect for me. I like you rough and hard and wild. I like you gentle and careful and kind. I…like you. And your amazing cock.” Saying so, she reached down and cupped him, feeling his cock already thickening in response to her words.
He gave the edge of her shirt a tug. “You are wearing way too many clothes for talk like that. You make me crazy to be inside you. Deep. Wild. Rough and hard.”
She shuddered as her breath caught in her chest. “Christopher!”
“Less talking, more undressing,” he demanded, pulling up her shirt. He rose beneath her and kissed her breasts sweetly, nuzzling his face between them and nibbled across the tight peaks.
When she ran her fingers through his curls, he purred and moved where her forceful grip directed him. The soft heat of his tongue lapped around one nipple before giving it a bite that made her jerk and gasp in pleasure.
Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled her onto her back and playfully pulled her jeans off. He cupped her sex, finding her underwear soaked through, and groaned as he rocked the heel of his palm against her clit.
This time he didn’t tease her. He tore off the underwear with a grin of satisfaction at her quiet groan of pleasure. The ruined garment landed atop the pile of her clothes and he kissed her knee, bringing her leg up to his chest.
Big hands caressed along her limb as her heel ended on his shoulder. He was breathtakingly handsome and when he smiled, her heart melted and her sex throbbed.
“I’m going to fuck the fire out of you,” he whispered and bit her calf.
“Oh!” She sucked in a breath, reaching to cup his face. Sliding her fingernails down his neck, she stroked his luxurious chest hair and scraped his nipple. “Don’t hold back,” she whispered when her scratches reached his stomach. His cock was steel-hard when she wrapped him in her fingers.
“Guide me. Show me where you like to touch yourself.”
Touch herself? She blushed and opened her mouth to say she never touched herself, but he growled.
“Where you want me to lick your sexy pussy after I fill you with my cum.” His eyes burned down into her and he eased forward with her pull.
There was no hurry. No race to a finish. Together they savored her rubbing his cock head around her clit and then between her swollen pussy lips.
She was slick and so sensitive, the heat of him against her made her whole body pulse and buck in expectation. Desire for him burned through her, making her feel crazy and shaky.
He bowed forward, kissed and sucked her lower lip. “You’re on fire. I don’t want you to hold back.” His gaze pinned her. “You burn for me. Burn with me,” he whispered and then drew back. She stroked him through her heat and when she angled him down to her entrance, he shifted his weight and sank into her.
Inch by inch, he steadily spread her open. He didn’t stop. Even when she cried out in that mixture of pain and pleasure, he continued to sink his thick girth into her until she felt stretched and swollen with the size of him.
When at last he was balls-deep inside her, he snarled into her neck, “So fucking hot.” He gasped and bit her collar bone, gripping her there as his hips drew back and then bucked forward, savage and hard.
She raked her fingers over his shoulders. “Yes!” Her cries echoed through the room as his balls slapped her ass. Again, he slid back and then surged forward, using his strength and weight to pound into her.
Forcefully, he brought her other leg up to his shoulder as he continued this steady movement. Drawing out slow only to plunge into her. The deep, arching pump of his hips made the couch under them groan in protest.
He pulled nearly all the way out, the thick head of his cock throbbing while she squirmed and writhed, desperate to keep him inside and joined with her. Just when she let out a sob of desperation he drove into her and began to fuck her deep and hard.
Her hips rose with him, rocking into the thrusts as the slapping of their bodies filled the room, mixing with the cries of pleasure and pain, of desire and hunger. Deeper he thrust until she was sweetly bruised and aching with the power of him.
He snarled into her throat, moaning out her name while he took her. She scored his back with her fingernails that only drove him to take her harder and faster.
Pushing up from her, he gazed into her eyes, his hand cupped her cheek. “Don’t hide. Don’t hide, Sunkist,” he growled, each word a steady thrust. The strength of his imploring pulled against her. Let down her wall. “Come out.” Come out. She cried aloud, sobbing wit
h relief and pleasure as she let go. As she gushed around him in climax, she let the white-fire free.
The orgasm caught with a flame, like igniting fuel, and her pleasure raced up her limbs with electric heat as she bowed toward him, screaming.
His roar of pleasure answered hers as he swelled inside and fucked her even harder. The thrusts grew faster as their bodies joined without anything between them. “Yes. Oh, fuck Yes!” His voice pitched in absolute ecstasy.
He never slowed, his thumb brushing her jaw and across her chin, his eyes on hers, a depth of emotion in his gaze that she could drown in. She wanted to brand him.
If she hurt him, or burned him, it only spurred him on and he cried out her name again and again, each time sinking deeper into her, finding new places to claim as he drove her into the couch and she clung to him, gripping his ass to encourage him deeper.
When she grabbed his hips and sank her thumb into the mark there, his body bucked forward and he arched over her, every muscle seeming to cord and strain. The sound of his climax was like a savage, wild beast tearing through him and he came deep and hot inside her.
Her pleasure tangled with his, her thumb nail pressing into the mark there as she sobbed out his name. Hers. More. Yes. There. She was right there. With him. Together.
Her hungry pussy squeezed around him, answering in a fierce clutch each time he swelled and throbbed deep inside her. So deep. His cum so hot she imagined he had branded her. Body and soul.
His sweaty body collapsed over hers, letting her legs slide down his sides and wrap around him. Her thumb stroked over his hip and the tattoo there, making him groan in a throaty emotion boarding on pain. “Frankie. Oh, Frankie. My Frankie!” he purred and kissed her. Stroked her.
She wanted to laugh and cry and sing. What came out was a fractured sound, strange and raw as she kissed him back. Holding him in her arms and legs.
“I’ve got you. Oh, fuck, I’m never letting go,” he promised between his nuzzles against her sweat slick skin.
“You are so stuck with me,” she growled.
“Mmmm,” he agreed and kissed her, urgent and loving to confirm her threat. Stuck. With. Him.
The white-fire tangled around them, somehow not burning him or her or anything around them.
When he pulled out, she felt the hot rush of his cum and her climax. It soaked her thighs and the cleft of her ass. He rose over her, and she could only stare at how glorious he looked. As though he’d just conquered her and was now going to pillage her for her riches. She was his.
Blood ran from his hip where her clawing fingers had raked him and she gasped. But he kissed her to silence her concern. His mouth sucked her tongue, her lips and then down her chin to her throat.
She made a small, strangled sound of need and he smiled at her adoringly. “You are fire, my sweet lady. My honored one,” he purred as he kissed down her body. His mouth felt cool against her flesh skin, sometimes almost cold, and his tongue lapped against her stomach, around her navel and she shivered and arched upward toward him.
He crooned encouragement and sweet words of affection and worship as his fingers spread her legs and then his mouth covered her clit and he licked her. The pleasure blazed through her, making her dizzy as she wrapped a leg around his shoulder and neck to keep him in place.
He growled around her clit as he sucked her, vibrating and sending a shiver of pleasure through her. Then his tongue thrust into her, licking and lapping up the mixture of his cum and hers.
“Oh yes. Oh, my fucking God,” she moaned, bucking up toward him and she grasped his hair to keep him in place. “Oh, don’t you fucking stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop!”
He responded to her demands by fucking her long and steady with his skillful tongue. In answer to her, he snarled and bit against her swollen pussy lip. The sting of pain set her off. She came as his fingers pushed inside her and his tongue licked and lapped over and around her. A second and then a third found her delightfully bruised G-spot and curled. His thick digits pushed and teased until she was crying out with another orgasm around him.
He nuzzled her inner thigh and gazed up at her as he coaxed another orgasm from her. Against her protests that she couldn’t do it again, the sensation too much, she came. She soaked his fingers, making him smile up at her. “That’s my Fire Goddess,” he whispered, between bathing her clit with a soft lash of his tongue.
Blushing, she twisted her hips, squirming and panting. “Too much,” she whimpered.
At last, he relented and just kissed her creamy thighs and slowly coaxed her down. His fingers slipped out of her and he licked them clean too before kissing his way up her body, prowling and predatory as though he wanted to make sure to claim every inch as his.
He wrapped her in his warm arms and rolled onto his back with her, pulling her against him and drew a stray blanket around them. “Frankie—” he whispered.
“Mmmm?” She blinked up from where she was kissing across his chest.
His eyes sparkled. “Are you all right?” There was real concern in his voice. “I wasn’t too rough?”
She shook her head, throat tight. “No. Oh no, Christopher. It was so good. Perfect!”
The smile blazed brightly across his face. “You made these sweet, desperate little sounds when I pressed deep into you. I wanted to hear them all.” He kissed the corner of her mouth. “I want to hear them forever.”
She squirmed, her heart swelling larger in her ribs until she ached with the force of it.
Forever!
Chapter 19
Photograph
Hours later, Christopher’s powerful arms and legs were tangled around her, his breathing rumbling through the room. The steady beat of his heart sounded in her ear, and her orange-red curls spread over the bronzed expanse of his body. She smiled to herself.
She wanted to stay there the rest of the day and night. For the rest of her life.
The widening of her smile seemed to rouse him. He stretched under her, the movement so graceful and feline she almost laughed aloud.
“I guess it’s time to get up?” he murmured and kissed the top of her head, smoothing hands down her arm, and she smiled at the new bruises that she’d earned from their playing.
Rough.
An understatement. The reminder of the pleasure made her eyelids heavy and her stomach tightened. When she looked up at him, his expression was serene and satisfied.
He didn’t look apologetic or haunted. His thumb nuzzled a spot on her neck that made her suck in a sharp breath as the pang went through her. “Too hard?” he asked and began to sit up, drawing her with him so he could kiss the spot before letting her answer.
“No.” Her voice was firm before his velvety soft lips kissed the bite mark. “I just—” Her throat tightened. “I was afraid you would regret this.”
He answered by pulling her against him, smoothing his big hands down her body. He stroked and caressed her, squeezing against her hard body. Under his skilled fingers, she felt less dangerous.
“Never, Sunkist,” he said at last and drew back so she could see his expression. The slow, satisfied smile twinkled his eyes. “However, I have to get to work. I should get those knives to my Grammy to look at too.”
After giving her another caress and kiss, he began to gather himself to get up, playfully stripping the blanket from her so he could admire her naked. Under his simmering look, she felt proud and sexy.
“You’re not helping,” she told him as she stretched out and playfully swatted at his hands that were trying to smooth over her stomach again. “No more touchy.”
He grinned and posed for her, moving to his knees. Her hands tingled to get back on him again as he stretched for her. Gorgeous and strong, the gleaming pelt of dark hair calling to be stroked.
She forced herself to turn away and pulled herself to her feet. “Come and enjoy the shower with me.”
“What? I thought I’d go to work with the scent of you on me,” he said seriously.
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bsp; He grinned at her blushing shock and gracefully stood, hands on his hips, not bothering to hide himself. His casual ease with his nudity made it difficult to keep her hands to herself. “Think of what the others would say,” he whispered in a husky tone. “Mine. Mine. Mine!”
When she sputtered, he chuckled and tossed the blanket over his shoulder, reaching for her hand.
“That’s…” She fumbled with a word. Sexy-as-hell jumped to mind, but also naughty, dirty, and deviant.
“Don’t worry, we can wash up. It just means I’ll have to go through the process tonight so you can mark me again.” With that, he pulled her after him, up the stairs to the guest bathroom. Her ears rang and face burned with the blush that would not go away.
They didn’t make it through the shower without getting distracted. He looked completely innocent while provoking her. When she tumbled to him, he caught her and did not let her fall. He kept her safe, plying her with that perfect, hard loving.
“All you have to do is ask for more,” he whispered into her ear.
More.
And more.
The endless hunger in her was temporarily sated. When they were finished, she felt sore and satisfied, her bones liquid and the core of her an open, radiant sun.
She dried herself and smiled dreamily at him as he wrapped in a towel. Her bite marks trailed down his chest and neck, claws marking his back and shoulders. He looked like he’d been hit by a truck.
“Don’t you dare feel guilty,” he demanded when he caught her looking at him. Gingerly he adjusted his towel to admire one of the marks. His eyes looked heavy with pleasure, licking his lips slowly. “Or next time I’ll hold back.”
It was difficult to keep her hands off him. Balling her fingers into a fist, she tried not to lose herself in him all over again.
He didn’t play fair though, teasing along the contact they shared when she least expected it. It was different this time though, the intimate scent of him filled her, sweat and blood and the heady fragrance of their lovemaking, tangled up into a tight pull against her stomach all the way into her sex.
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