Firstly, thank you everyone who reviewed or alerted this story, I feel thrilled/chilled/fulfilled and decided to continue this strange journey... let me know what you think...too slow, too fast, too corny? Any annoying errors (content, voice, vocabulary, grammar)? Richard owns them all, that lucky freaky genius... This is one tough lemon to sqeeze, so enter at own risk! Strong M.
Before Janet had the chance to take back the words her cheating mouth released so carelessly, Frank broke out into a wide grin that appeared to split his face in half and revealed gleaming teeth. He looked wild and untamed, like a real beast… Janet shievered unvoluntarily. Apparently her words have been all the encouragement he needed to proceed. While he smirked at her as if she was some kind of prize, his eyes gained a hard, dangerous glint. He rised his eyebrow mockingly and touched the spot where her hand felt his heartbeat just a second before "Cross my heart and hope to die..." his eyes rolled dramatically to the ceiling and Janet couldn't help but giggle slightly at his antics. That man was a mystery to her, one second passionate and intent, the next calm and calculating, then back to smirking and theatrical. She felt wrapped in his presence, his scent like a blanket over her senses.
Her train of thought was interrupted when he pushed her gently back onto the mattress and leaning over her. He bowed his head over her cleavage again, aiming for the valley between her breasts, this inky black locks hiding his face, his intent. Janet leaned back against the pillows and closed her eyes. It felt so incredibly… right. His hips restarted their sensual dance against her center and any lingering doubts or rational thoughts started to fade away. She felt his hot breath wash over her chest, felt his own rise and fall in a slightly faster rythm than before. Moments went by without the desired contact of his mouth on her skin, only his hips slightly moving. Janet reopened her eyes to see what was wrong… did he had doubts now? Now? Just when SHE gave up her internal struggle and tried to open herself to the pleasure he was about to give her? But when she looked down, she saw him staring intently into her eyes, studying her face, her mouth, which fell open at some point and holding her gaze with his own while he oh so slowly dragged his tongue across her bra line, never loosing eyecontact. Janet wanted to look away, embarrassed, wanted to close her eyes, but as soon as her eyelids threatened to flutter shut, his wonderful tongue left its path again. She reopened her eyes, desperate for his touch, and amusement dancing over his features before those lips descended onto her other breast again. They wandered unhurried towards her still bra-encased nipple… Janet couldn't help it but moan low as her head fell back onto the pillow and she had to shut her eyes … it was too much. She didn't know what to do in return, what the desired response to all this should be so she grabbed the blanket under her again and tried to stifle another moan when his mouth started sucking on her nipple through the cotton material.
A deep, baritone chuckle was the only answer as he switched onto her left side, giving each peak equal attention. Janet briefly wondered if his lipstick would leave red stains on the white material, but when he began to suckle harder, her head started swimming … she felt so hot, so flushed all of a sudden even though the room must be still freezing cold. It felt like the bed itself was on fire… heat was licking though her arms and legs, flooding into her middle steadily. Frank's hands left her side and suddenly were everywhere at once… on her ribcage, her collarbone, caressing her sweaty hairline in her neck… one venturing south while the other started to trace the wet patch of material over her right nipple… very lightly at first, but harder with every breath she took. Janet couldn't help but groan, a sound she never made before … but before she could become embarrassed again, Frank stopped whatever magic he was working on her and chuckled low…"Mmm Janet, go on, I like a vocal woman in bed" She felt herself flush bright red all over, her anger flaring up again. How did he dare to make fun of her? She was completely inexperienced at this, didn't know what to do… and she maybe shouldn't do this at all. She pushed him away from her chest and tried to sit up once more. This time, however, he didn't let her… instead, he used her sudden movement to sit back again himself and draw her onto his lap, his hands pressing her bottom against him… pressing her against his obvious arousal. Now it was him that moaned low and while his hands kept her squeezing her butt, he muttered against her neck "Be careful what you start... I also happen to like a violent woman in bed just as well" Janet's breathing matched his just as her racing heartbeat was a perfect echo to his thundering against her ribcage… instead of beating his chest again, her hands grabbed his shoulders to close any gap that was left between their bodies, needing the contact. Frank took this as encouragement to quickly glide one hand up and open the braclasp on her back. His other hand supported her waist and leaned her back while removing the bra in what seemed like a split-second. For such a slim man, he showed a lot of strength... a lot of skill.
Janet felt utterly exposed… sitting on Frank's lap, their most private parts nearly joined, only separated by the thin barrier of their underwear, which didn't help much as the wetness came more evident every second. It was very dark… but not dark enough to overcome her embarrassment. She let go of his shoulders to cross her arms over her bosom, but Frank was quicker "Don't be shy Janet darling, there's nothing to be ashamed of… it's no crime giving yourself over to pleasure…" One of his hands still gripped her waist while the other slit up across her ribs, where his thumb started to very lightly trace the soft skin there, ghosting over the swell of her breast all the way up to her neck and back, forming a chaotic pattern on her skin but never quite touching her where she wanted him the most. Janet's hands gripped his shoulders again, this time more forceful… thoughts, emotions, heat… dizzy from his scent … she felt lightheaded from the chaos in her mind and from the overwhelming response in her body. What was happening to her? She know what Betty told her about the rush and breathlessness of passion, but she never imagined the sensations could be so… overpowering.
Suddenly they were both lying down again and a moment later, a hot tongue descended straight onto one of her needy peaks. This time, the moan wasn't low by any means but loud and desperate and sounded foreign to her own ears… she only had a moment to consider this though because Frank was focusing now on giving each of her nipples the same attention… dragging teeth over heated flesh, fingers, lips…
Janet realized dimly that she was moaning constantly now and that her hands somehow found his neck and buried themselves into his mass of curls. Something was rising in her, something massive and scary… hungry for more… she felt like she was racing towards a goal increasingly faster. All her muscles tensed on their own and her chest rose from the bed to meet Frank's greedy mouth. She needed something… something more but she didn't know what or how she could achieve it. Frank's hips started moving faster and more intently against her middle, adding fuel to the fire that was collecting in her lap. "Oh yes… oh please…" Some part of her mind realized she was panting now, babbling even, anything to make this feeling continue when suddenly, Frank's mouth left her cleavage and his hips her core as he got on all fours above her Janet growled in frustration… probably not in a very ladylike manner. What the…? What was that all about… couldn't he see her need? Didn't he understand what was going on within her…? She didn't understand it herself, she only felt frustrated and flushed and …desperate.
"Tsts.. so impatient… My sweet little Janet, you like that, don't you? Don't you worry, we're not done yet…" With a devilish grin, he undid the belt to his robe and shrugged out of it quickly before attacking the valley between her ample breast once more with his lips. His hand, however, started to venture south, lower and lower until he reached the waistband of her panties. His nails dragged a line at the border, very softly, nearly tickling at first, but quickly more insistent and demanding until he pressed the palm of his hand over the cotton hiding her most intimate parts. Janet felt like she was about to burst… she wanted to move her hips against his hand, wanted to tell him to continue, wanted so bad… but when Frank slipped his fingers inside her panties, her voice vanished and all she could get out were increasingly louder moans and sighs. So hot, so close… his finger lightly traced the outline of her entrance now, back and forth, again and again, testing the wetness there before moving a little higher and starting to rub an unknown, but extremely sensitive spot there. Janet's moans turned into cries, her breath labored… all thoughts of the other residents in the house vanishing. But the hand vanished and instead, Frank started to build a trail of wet hot kisses on the inside of her thighs. "Shhhh my little dove…" he massaged her calves and began to suckle on the sensitive skin on the backside of her knees. Janet's frustration peaked, his lips urging the feeling in the pit of her belly on, but not quite enough and she punched the mattress desperately which made Frank only laugh. "Oh cupcake, tell me what it is that you want… I'm more than happy to provide you with anything you might desire" She opened her eyes to look at him pleadingly, to make him understand without having to form crude words, without embarrassing herself beyond repair, but he grinned in the darkness, ceasing all caresses and just focusing on her face, waiting patiently, calmly. "Please… Frank… I need…" She couldn't even say what exactly it was she needed but she knew it had to happen soon or else she'd just implode. Frank seemed delighted at her soft, pleading voice, his eyes glittered when she breathed out his name and dove in to trail his wet kisses against her thighs back towards her center. Janet felt her soft skin bruise where he roughly suckled the sensitive inside of her left thigh, so close and yet too far away from… her breath hitched as his hands pulled her underwear down her legs in a moment later and Janet only dimly realized she was now fully naked and at the mercy of a complete stranger.
Poor Janet, so incoherent... Frankie's just such a tease, she never stood a chance ;)
