Slowly I figured out what Frank's plans were. He did nothing but smirk for about a minute or so, and I realized what he was waiting for. Me. I couldn't think straight at all. I had done this lots of times before, but for some reason, his glare and all around appearance intimidated me. Like he knew more than I did about my trade. And I'm sure he did.
Before I could think of what I was getting into, he rose from the edge of the bed and seemed to float over to me. He was unbelievably good in the heels he was wearing. He made me feel like a klutz in my more modest shoes. When he reached me, his smile widened a bit and he ran a hand through my hair, twirling a piece of it in his fingers. I felt a hand on my waist, and I knew then that this wasn't going to be a verbal lesson. He was going to demonstrate.
He backed me up until I was right beside the bed, and he plopped me down onto it. I couldn't do anything but watch in amazement at those startling eyes. So full of wonder, like it was his first time, but he knew all the right moves. I could tell he was a bit cocky about it all because the smirk on his face grew as he moved the strap on my dress off of my shoulder and kissed it gently. I kicked off my shoes and situated myself on the bed so that I was more comfortable. He noticed my efforts to quicken this, and as I was lying back, he pulled me forward.
"Uh, uh, uh..." he said, putting a cold hand on my thigh. "You must learn to be masterful, not hasty." I gave a shy little smile, swearing silently to myself. "Oh come on, there's no crime in giving yourself over to pleasure..."
At this he leaned in for a soft kiss. It was so delicate I thought I might cry. How could a man like this, appearing to be a sex god, kiss so meaningfully? Soon my thoughts were distracted as he slipped his arm around my waist and squeezed my side gently. I giggled a little, being the ticklish person I am. Noting this, Frank laughed himself and then started a tickle * war *. I thought I was going to wet myself. I was laughing at the top of my lungs but still finding enough energy to tickle him back wherever I could find skin. I could tell he was enjoying himself because he let this go on until I couldn't breathe anymore. When he stopped I laid my head down on the pillow, grinning menacingly, trying to breathe normally. He recuperated faster than I did, but waited until I had found my heartbeat again.
He looked into my eyes for one fleeting moment, and then leaned down toward my face to give me a little Eskimo kiss, then another one of those tender, soft kisses he had shown me before. I put my hand up and entangled my fingers in the laces on the front of his top and pulled him a little closer. He got the hint (not that he needed one) and deepened the kiss ever so slightly. He parted his lips a tiny little bit, then ran his tongue along my lips. I let out a little whimper, one I had been trying to hold back ever since I had laid eyes on this man.
With that whimper, I must have lit the sparkler because in a not-so-gentle way, he plunged his tongue into my mouth and started to wrestle it with mine. His hands rested on my hips, but went nowhere else. We stayed like this for a few fleeting moments, but then he let his right hand travel up my back, sending chills and little ripples of electricity running through my whole body. He soon found the zipper to my dress, and slowly but surely, pulled it down. Before taking the dress off, he slipped a hand into the back, walking his fingers up to the hooks of the black lacy bra I was wearing.
I arched my back to give him a little more room to unhook it, but he had already done it with such ease not even a woman would have. I reached my hands up and started to unlace the strings on his top, getting faster with every second. He helped me with my effort and slid out of it quickly without breaking the kiss or slowing it at all. He finished slipping my dress down to my waist and I shimmied out of it and let it fall to the floor. The air was colder than I thought it would be and I shivered involuntarily. He noted this because he currently had his hand resting on my chest and pushed himself further and heavier onto me like a blanket.
The only thing I still had on was my black thong, but he made no efforts to remove it yet. Instead he leaned back a little and took my hand. He placed it on his thigh and moved it until my fingers found the clasp at the top of his fishnets. I slid my fingers around, taking my time like he had told me to, and then undid all of the clasps, one by one, and pushed him away so that I could help him out of them.
I started with the shoes first, walking my fingers down his leg until I got to the buckle and then slid then off, slightly tickling the bottom of his feet as my hand grazed past them. Then I moved my hands to the top of the stockings still keeping my hands on his skin at all times. I s l o w l y peeled them down to his toes, which he wiggled ever so slightly, and I knew that I was starting to work a little of my own magic on him. I looked him straight in the eyes, and I saw a child, a very playful one at that. He had no idea what I was going to do next. I planned to keep it that way too, partly because I also had no idea.
By this time, the room was still a little chilly but getting more and more comfortable by the minute. This is going to get HOT, I thought to myself.
Frank took my hands once more and pulled me down on top of him, so that my legs were straddling his hips. But he didn't do anything; he just looked at me, silently begging me to work my charm. So I did what anyone would do...I blanked. I took my hands away and put them on my hips and felt the sides of my undies. Then without thinking that hard, I knew what to do. I began at his neck, with little kisses just grazing the skin. Then tickling ever so slightly with "butterfly" kisses with my eyelashes. As I worked my way down to his chest, the kisses got a little but harder, then further down I flicked the flesh of his stomach with my tongue. He let out a laugh, and I knew that I was doing just as he wanted.
At this point, I wanted nothing more than to please him. Not vice-versa, but I needed to feel HIM shiver beneath ME. Have HIM cry out MY name. He breathed a little harder as I passed his navel, pushing my tongue into it as I did so.
I didn't stop to think as I reached to hem of his panties, but only quickened a little, a tad impatient to see what he was hiding in there. I ran my tongue along the edge, making him grunt ever so slightly. Trying not to smile, I bit down on the hem and pulled, until his only remaining item of clothing was at his knees. Needless to say, my teeth hurt a little bit, but what's a scar in the throws of passion?
I used my hands to pull them the rest of the way off, and threw them carelessly to the floor, not able to tear my eyes away from the present I had just unwrapped. My eyes grew a little and Frank sighed a cocky little sigh, knowing that another one had just fallen for his physical beauty. Then he sat up, and placing a warm hand on my thigh, counted the inches aloud as he slid his fingers closer and closer to his destination.
I took this as "his turn" to pleasure me, and laid back a little to give him room. He kissed me again, not needing to look at what he was doing. I reclined onto my back and rested my head on the pillow as he slipped my thong off, down to my toes, and I kicked it off across the room.
His tongue left my mouth and I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut, hardly being able to wait for what he was about to do. He moved in the tiniest increments, making me squeal out loud at him. This only made him laugh and he moved slower. With his tongue he made little circles with his tongue, first on my neck and then on my collarbone.
When he got to my chest he opened his mouth fully to suck whatever skin was available. He was very well practiced, and I felt that I couldn't breathe when he did so. At my ribcage, he used his fingers as well to probe into every little depression in between my ribs. He traced every bone with his tongue until he set his sights on my belly button. Drawing a little circle around the outside of it, he hummed a little tune.
The tension was KILLING me. I wrapped my legs around him and put my hands on his head, pushing him ever so slightly in the right direction. He willingly obliged, quickening his pace to my inner thigh. He licked up and down right beside where I wanted it, and I screamed at him, not able to hold it in any longer. He wasn't ready to make me happy just yet, so after a few flicks of his tongue he left my oh so sensitive place and returned to my mouth.
I could taste myself on him as he kissed me. With kisses so hungry I thought my lips might bleed, but I eagerly returned them. I couldn't wait to feel him on, in, against, just with me, but I needed contact and I needed it NOW. I whimpered a little more loudly than before and groped for his cock, which had already hardened. After stroking it a tad to let him know I was definitely ready, he pushed me heavily into the pillow, all his weight on top of me. He wrapped his arms tightly around me and ground his hips into mine, teasing me again. Even that sensation was better than any casual sex I had ever had before. I couldn't believe he was making me feel this good before he had even done the deed.
With my sighs, I had gotten more excited, and he began to thrust himself inside me, his eyes closed tightly and my eyes so wide I thought they might pop out of my head. His pace was painfully slow at first, but with each push he delved deeper and harder, making me scream, sweat, and pant. He was doing just about the same, crying my name, moaning loudly, and breathing into my neck. He was now going his fastest without making it unpleasant, and as he came into me he nuzzled my neck, while I was fighting for air.
He collapsed on top of me, still inside me, but I didn't mind. We caught our breath after some moments, and he rearranged ourselves more comfortably. He laid on his back with his arms around me and I laid on my stomach with my head on his chest and my arm across him. When our breath was steady, he made no effort to move or leave. He and I remained motionless, slowly falling asleep........
I woke up hours later, maybe around 4 in the morning. The room was pitch black. But I could still feel the warm figure beneath me, who had pulled the covers up over us when I fell asleep. I nuzzled myself back into his strong embrace, listening to his slow and steady breathing as it lulled me back to sleep.
Before I could think of what I was getting into, he rose from the edge of the bed and seemed to float over to me. He was unbelievably good in the heels he was wearing. He made me feel like a klutz in my more modest shoes. When he reached me, his smile widened a bit and he ran a hand through my hair, twirling a piece of it in his fingers. I felt a hand on my waist, and I knew then that this wasn't going to be a verbal lesson. He was going to demonstrate.
He backed me up until I was right beside the bed, and he plopped me down onto it. I couldn't do anything but watch in amazement at those startling eyes. So full of wonder, like it was his first time, but he knew all the right moves. I could tell he was a bit cocky about it all because the smirk on his face grew as he moved the strap on my dress off of my shoulder and kissed it gently. I kicked off my shoes and situated myself on the bed so that I was more comfortable. He noticed my efforts to quicken this, and as I was lying back, he pulled me forward.
"Uh, uh, uh..." he said, putting a cold hand on my thigh. "You must learn to be masterful, not hasty." I gave a shy little smile, swearing silently to myself. "Oh come on, there's no crime in giving yourself over to pleasure..."
At this he leaned in for a soft kiss. It was so delicate I thought I might cry. How could a man like this, appearing to be a sex god, kiss so meaningfully? Soon my thoughts were distracted as he slipped his arm around my waist and squeezed my side gently. I giggled a little, being the ticklish person I am. Noting this, Frank laughed himself and then started a tickle * war *. I thought I was going to wet myself. I was laughing at the top of my lungs but still finding enough energy to tickle him back wherever I could find skin. I could tell he was enjoying himself because he let this go on until I couldn't breathe anymore. When he stopped I laid my head down on the pillow, grinning menacingly, trying to breathe normally. He recuperated faster than I did, but waited until I had found my heartbeat again.
He looked into my eyes for one fleeting moment, and then leaned down toward my face to give me a little Eskimo kiss, then another one of those tender, soft kisses he had shown me before. I put my hand up and entangled my fingers in the laces on the front of his top and pulled him a little closer. He got the hint (not that he needed one) and deepened the kiss ever so slightly. He parted his lips a tiny little bit, then ran his tongue along my lips. I let out a little whimper, one I had been trying to hold back ever since I had laid eyes on this man.
With that whimper, I must have lit the sparkler because in a not-so-gentle way, he plunged his tongue into my mouth and started to wrestle it with mine. His hands rested on my hips, but went nowhere else. We stayed like this for a few fleeting moments, but then he let his right hand travel up my back, sending chills and little ripples of electricity running through my whole body. He soon found the zipper to my dress, and slowly but surely, pulled it down. Before taking the dress off, he slipped a hand into the back, walking his fingers up to the hooks of the black lacy bra I was wearing.
I arched my back to give him a little more room to unhook it, but he had already done it with such ease not even a woman would have. I reached my hands up and started to unlace the strings on his top, getting faster with every second. He helped me with my effort and slid out of it quickly without breaking the kiss or slowing it at all. He finished slipping my dress down to my waist and I shimmied out of it and let it fall to the floor. The air was colder than I thought it would be and I shivered involuntarily. He noted this because he currently had his hand resting on my chest and pushed himself further and heavier onto me like a blanket.
The only thing I still had on was my black thong, but he made no efforts to remove it yet. Instead he leaned back a little and took my hand. He placed it on his thigh and moved it until my fingers found the clasp at the top of his fishnets. I slid my fingers around, taking my time like he had told me to, and then undid all of the clasps, one by one, and pushed him away so that I could help him out of them.
I started with the shoes first, walking my fingers down his leg until I got to the buckle and then slid then off, slightly tickling the bottom of his feet as my hand grazed past them. Then I moved my hands to the top of the stockings still keeping my hands on his skin at all times. I s l o w l y peeled them down to his toes, which he wiggled ever so slightly, and I knew that I was starting to work a little of my own magic on him. I looked him straight in the eyes, and I saw a child, a very playful one at that. He had no idea what I was going to do next. I planned to keep it that way too, partly because I also had no idea.
By this time, the room was still a little chilly but getting more and more comfortable by the minute. This is going to get HOT, I thought to myself.
Frank took my hands once more and pulled me down on top of him, so that my legs were straddling his hips. But he didn't do anything; he just looked at me, silently begging me to work my charm. So I did what anyone would do...I blanked. I took my hands away and put them on my hips and felt the sides of my undies. Then without thinking that hard, I knew what to do. I began at his neck, with little kisses just grazing the skin. Then tickling ever so slightly with "butterfly" kisses with my eyelashes. As I worked my way down to his chest, the kisses got a little but harder, then further down I flicked the flesh of his stomach with my tongue. He let out a laugh, and I knew that I was doing just as he wanted.
At this point, I wanted nothing more than to please him. Not vice-versa, but I needed to feel HIM shiver beneath ME. Have HIM cry out MY name. He breathed a little harder as I passed his navel, pushing my tongue into it as I did so.
I didn't stop to think as I reached to hem of his panties, but only quickened a little, a tad impatient to see what he was hiding in there. I ran my tongue along the edge, making him grunt ever so slightly. Trying not to smile, I bit down on the hem and pulled, until his only remaining item of clothing was at his knees. Needless to say, my teeth hurt a little bit, but what's a scar in the throws of passion?
I used my hands to pull them the rest of the way off, and threw them carelessly to the floor, not able to tear my eyes away from the present I had just unwrapped. My eyes grew a little and Frank sighed a cocky little sigh, knowing that another one had just fallen for his physical beauty. Then he sat up, and placing a warm hand on my thigh, counted the inches aloud as he slid his fingers closer and closer to his destination.
I took this as "his turn" to pleasure me, and laid back a little to give him room. He kissed me again, not needing to look at what he was doing. I reclined onto my back and rested my head on the pillow as he slipped my thong off, down to my toes, and I kicked it off across the room.
His tongue left my mouth and I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut, hardly being able to wait for what he was about to do. He moved in the tiniest increments, making me squeal out loud at him. This only made him laugh and he moved slower. With his tongue he made little circles with his tongue, first on my neck and then on my collarbone.
When he got to my chest he opened his mouth fully to suck whatever skin was available. He was very well practiced, and I felt that I couldn't breathe when he did so. At my ribcage, he used his fingers as well to probe into every little depression in between my ribs. He traced every bone with his tongue until he set his sights on my belly button. Drawing a little circle around the outside of it, he hummed a little tune.
The tension was KILLING me. I wrapped my legs around him and put my hands on his head, pushing him ever so slightly in the right direction. He willingly obliged, quickening his pace to my inner thigh. He licked up and down right beside where I wanted it, and I screamed at him, not able to hold it in any longer. He wasn't ready to make me happy just yet, so after a few flicks of his tongue he left my oh so sensitive place and returned to my mouth.
I could taste myself on him as he kissed me. With kisses so hungry I thought my lips might bleed, but I eagerly returned them. I couldn't wait to feel him on, in, against, just with me, but I needed contact and I needed it NOW. I whimpered a little more loudly than before and groped for his cock, which had already hardened. After stroking it a tad to let him know I was definitely ready, he pushed me heavily into the pillow, all his weight on top of me. He wrapped his arms tightly around me and ground his hips into mine, teasing me again. Even that sensation was better than any casual sex I had ever had before. I couldn't believe he was making me feel this good before he had even done the deed.
With my sighs, I had gotten more excited, and he began to thrust himself inside me, his eyes closed tightly and my eyes so wide I thought they might pop out of my head. His pace was painfully slow at first, but with each push he delved deeper and harder, making me scream, sweat, and pant. He was doing just about the same, crying my name, moaning loudly, and breathing into my neck. He was now going his fastest without making it unpleasant, and as he came into me he nuzzled my neck, while I was fighting for air.
He collapsed on top of me, still inside me, but I didn't mind. We caught our breath after some moments, and he rearranged ourselves more comfortably. He laid on his back with his arms around me and I laid on my stomach with my head on his chest and my arm across him. When our breath was steady, he made no effort to move or leave. He and I remained motionless, slowly falling asleep........
I woke up hours later, maybe around 4 in the morning. The room was pitch black. But I could still feel the warm figure beneath me, who had pulled the covers up over us when I fell asleep. I nuzzled myself back into his strong embrace, listening to his slow and steady breathing as it lulled me back to sleep.