"Frank, stop," I said, panting, pulling at his hair, "we can't."
"Oh, but you liked it didn't you?" he said, diving for my neck and sucking, making me throw my head back and moan.
"Shit. Frankie, no. We. Ca-" I gasped as he left a trail of red lipstick kisses down my body, going so close to the part of me that burned to be touched. Somehow, some part of me had not yet succumbed to his touches, and in one last sane moment I sat up and yanked his face up to my own, "We. Cannot. Do. This."
"Give yourself over sweetheart," Frank-N-Furter whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine, "I promise not to tell."
Although the darkness concealed it, I could feel him smirk beside me. Something bubbled up inside me; desire. Again I grabbed his black curls and put his face to my own, staring at him intently. A low fire built in my abdomen, and I then glided his lips to my mouth. He smiled victoriously for a moment against my lips before a throaty giggle escaped him and he opened his mouth.
I opened my own, initiating a war between teeth, tongues, and lips. Frank then pulled away and threw me down on the bed, my legs sticking straight up in the air. He laid down between them and brought his mouth to my neck once again, wrapping his arms around my waist. He sucked on the most sensitive spot; where my neck met my head. I threw my head backwards into the pillow, my arms over my head. Had I known what to do to make Frank feel good, I would have. But where I knew nothing, Frank knew everything.
His lips roamed lower and left another trail of, now smudged, lipstick kisses. He paused momentarily above my bellybutton, allowing his tongue to dip in repeatedly. I moaned loudly and felt the fire in my stomach flare up to a new intensity. My hips bucked instinctively, but Frank tsk-ed and looked at me.
"I'm in charge sweetheart," he growled, hands firmly holding my hips in place. He placed his chin on my stomach, and glanced up at me expectantly. I nodded vigorously and laid my head back on the pillows, waiting for him to touch me again.
He kissed lower, and he finally reached the part of me that ached. His lips moved and his tongue explored every part of me, sucking and licking, making the fire build inside of me, almost to the point of release. As if he could feel me nearing my limits, Frank abruptly stopped. I whimpered at the loss of his mouth, but he just smiled at me wickedly.
"We're not done yet sweetie," he crooned. Frank slipped out of the thin panties he wore, and exposed his length to me. He stroked himself a few times, throwing his head back in ecstasy before positioning himself in order to enter me. He looked me in the eye and thrust inside. My eyes widened and then closed, squinted shut from the slight pain.
Frank waited as patiently as he could for me to adjust, and when I was ready I leaned forward and kissed his exposed shoulder. He pulled out almost completely, before throwing himself inside again. I moaned loudly, his name escaping my lips. We fell into a rhythm, our bodies moving in unison and our panting synchronized.
"F-Frank, I'm- I'm so c-cl-" I choked out, before he shushed me.
"Just let it happen," he kissed the sweet spot on my neck once more, and I fell over the edge. My body shook with the force of my orgasm, and once I finished Frank came inside me.
He pulled out a moment later and collapsed beside me, throwing his arm over his head, "So how was it sweetheart?"
My body still shook and I couldn't form any coherent thought, so I just turned my head to look at his face. I suppose my face betrayed it all, for Frank cocked an eyebrow and smirked, "Good."
We fell asleep like that; I on my side of the mattress and he on his own. When I could finally think again, the only thing I thought before I went to sleep was He really is one hell of a lover.