LONELY HEARTS
BY QUASI9
Disclaimer: I don't own Frank Donovan or the team; the rest of the characters are mine.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Three hearts need each other to mend
Feedback: yes Quasi9@msn.com
CHAPTER 44
Frank let her lead the way to where she wanted to go. When they entered the bedroom, he knew they were at the point of no return. Still holding his hand she turned to him and started undressing him slowly. He tried to do the same to her but she wouldn't allow him, she guided his hands to where she wanted them. After he was undressed, she turned his back to the bed and gently pushed him back onto it. She climbed in along side of him, never missing a beat with her hands or body.
She continued to guide his hands to her buttocks, then up the sides of her waist under her shirt around her breasts ending with his hands on them. He massaged them as she guided his hands; he was definitely at her mercy. She let go of his hands long enough to take off her panties and rub her womanhood on his. Her body stroked his in the most erotic ways imaginable, she was playing him like a fiddle. She moved her tongue up his torso while she slid his hands down the sides of her body across her buttocks into the valley between her legs. His hand was only allowed to rest there for a minute, when she inserted his finger in her and then suck on it. With that move he had lost all rational thinking.
Once she was done, tasting his body she mounted him and took him deep inside her. She rode him like he saw her ride her horse and he had to control himself. He rolled her on her back without breaking stride, it was his turn. He moved to kiss and suck her breasts, the started a trail in the valley of her breasts. He didn't get far before she took his face in her hands and pulled him up so they were face to face. She then gently placed her hand behind his head; lower it so his lips were touching hers. She flicked her tongue over his lips and when he opened his mouth she kissed him deeply.
Rolling back on top of him, she rode him until he couldn't stand it anymore and they both climaxed. During all this never once did she allow his hands to touch her scars on her abdomen.
He had been with his share of women, but never experienced the level of ecstasy she took him to. He looked over at her and the ride had tired her out, she had her back to him. He rolled over and "spooned" her body to his. She was lying with her arms across her stomach and he rested his hand on them while snuggling by her neck. Both drifted off into a light slumber.
Frank woke first to see that they had been asleep for about a half hour she had stretch out the length of his body. In doing so, she had subconsciously removed her arms from her stomach. Frank arm and hand still rested on her stomach, he absentmindedly ran his fingers over the scars. He felt her intake of breath and stiffen, she move his hands behind her.
He whispered, "It's ok." And turned her towards him.
He searched her eyes but they gave no hint of what she was thinking. "Do you want to talk?"
She shook her head and said, "No."
He released her, got up from bed, grabbed his pants, and went into the bathroom. Meanwhile Tylo put her top on, put a pair of pajama pants on, and sat on the windowsill with her arms resting on her knees.
Frank came out of the bathroom with only his pants on; he was one fine looking man she thought. He broke her train of thought saying, "You know we are going to have to talk if we are going to have any kind of relationship."
She looked up at him said; "I told you last weekend, that I don't want only a sexual relationship with you or anyone."
He shook his head almost laughing, "Sweetheart, I don't need you for a sexual relationship. I just put one on a plane home."
"Just so we're straight on that."
"Do you want to ride with me to go get Veronica?"
"No, I don't think that would be a good idea. We don't want her to think there's something that's not."
"There can be if you talk to me."
She remained silent and he thought 'I gave up an uncomplicated relationship to get involved in a complicated one.' Her silence irritated him and he lashed out at her.
"I have little use for recovering drunks or otherwise." He said.
"Get out!" She said calmly.
He picked up his shirt, shoes, walked downstairs and out the door.
She rested her head on her knees as the tears came.
BY QUASI9
Disclaimer: I don't own Frank Donovan or the team; the rest of the characters are mine.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Three hearts need each other to mend
Feedback: yes Quasi9@msn.com
CHAPTER 44
Frank let her lead the way to where she wanted to go. When they entered the bedroom, he knew they were at the point of no return. Still holding his hand she turned to him and started undressing him slowly. He tried to do the same to her but she wouldn't allow him, she guided his hands to where she wanted them. After he was undressed, she turned his back to the bed and gently pushed him back onto it. She climbed in along side of him, never missing a beat with her hands or body.
She continued to guide his hands to her buttocks, then up the sides of her waist under her shirt around her breasts ending with his hands on them. He massaged them as she guided his hands; he was definitely at her mercy. She let go of his hands long enough to take off her panties and rub her womanhood on his. Her body stroked his in the most erotic ways imaginable, she was playing him like a fiddle. She moved her tongue up his torso while she slid his hands down the sides of her body across her buttocks into the valley between her legs. His hand was only allowed to rest there for a minute, when she inserted his finger in her and then suck on it. With that move he had lost all rational thinking.
Once she was done, tasting his body she mounted him and took him deep inside her. She rode him like he saw her ride her horse and he had to control himself. He rolled her on her back without breaking stride, it was his turn. He moved to kiss and suck her breasts, the started a trail in the valley of her breasts. He didn't get far before she took his face in her hands and pulled him up so they were face to face. She then gently placed her hand behind his head; lower it so his lips were touching hers. She flicked her tongue over his lips and when he opened his mouth she kissed him deeply.
Rolling back on top of him, she rode him until he couldn't stand it anymore and they both climaxed. During all this never once did she allow his hands to touch her scars on her abdomen.
He had been with his share of women, but never experienced the level of ecstasy she took him to. He looked over at her and the ride had tired her out, she had her back to him. He rolled over and "spooned" her body to his. She was lying with her arms across her stomach and he rested his hand on them while snuggling by her neck. Both drifted off into a light slumber.
Frank woke first to see that they had been asleep for about a half hour she had stretch out the length of his body. In doing so, she had subconsciously removed her arms from her stomach. Frank arm and hand still rested on her stomach, he absentmindedly ran his fingers over the scars. He felt her intake of breath and stiffen, she move his hands behind her.
He whispered, "It's ok." And turned her towards him.
He searched her eyes but they gave no hint of what she was thinking. "Do you want to talk?"
She shook her head and said, "No."
He released her, got up from bed, grabbed his pants, and went into the bathroom. Meanwhile Tylo put her top on, put a pair of pajama pants on, and sat on the windowsill with her arms resting on her knees.
Frank came out of the bathroom with only his pants on; he was one fine looking man she thought. He broke her train of thought saying, "You know we are going to have to talk if we are going to have any kind of relationship."
She looked up at him said; "I told you last weekend, that I don't want only a sexual relationship with you or anyone."
He shook his head almost laughing, "Sweetheart, I don't need you for a sexual relationship. I just put one on a plane home."
"Just so we're straight on that."
"Do you want to ride with me to go get Veronica?"
"No, I don't think that would be a good idea. We don't want her to think there's something that's not."
"There can be if you talk to me."
She remained silent and he thought 'I gave up an uncomplicated relationship to get involved in a complicated one.' Her silence irritated him and he lashed out at her.
"I have little use for recovering drunks or otherwise." He said.
"Get out!" She said calmly.
He picked up his shirt, shoes, walked downstairs and out the door.
She rested her head on her knees as the tears came.