These New York City streets get colder as Frank makes a habit of meeting you outside the hospital after your shifts. His schedule is scattered, not showing up every time that you work, but still making his presence known. He brings you cocoa to warm your hands, locking arms with yours when your coat doesn't quite do its job on the long walk home. His body heat comforts you as you pull him in close, walking side by side past the alley you used to be so afraid of.
You never knew that this was something you wanted, something you needed. You always took your safety for granted when you walked the streets back home, but here it was different. Here you always had to be on your guard, on the lookout for a potential threat. Frank makes you forget all of that. He makes you feel like you're the most protected woman in the world.
You decide to invite him in, half expecting him to give you a line about some phone call he has to make or a business partner he has to visit. You expect him to kiss your forehead, squeeze your hand and disappear into the dusk like he always does. You expect him to keep you at the distance you're so used to keeping everyone else. You're shocked when he actually agrees to come up, a smile breaking apart those beautiful lips of his.
Hands have never been so eager to disrobe you, to pull you close, to really feel you, as his are right now. Warm and gentle, they hold the back of your neck as he kisses you with the same ferocity you saw him fight with the other night. His fingers weave through your hair, massaging your scalp as he draws you into his perfect mouth.
"God you're beautiful." He whispers into your cheek, wrapping his other hand around your waist.
Am I? You think to yourself, making sure not to vocalize your insecurity. You wrap your legs around his waist as he hoists you up onto the kitchen counter, still shocked that someone as powerful as him could want someone like you. You're average at best, and he's… well… look at him! You pull his shirt off over his head as he breaks away from your kiss, revealing those broad shoulders as his hands start to tug on your scrub top.
"Is this okay?" He asks, his swollen lips brushing against your chin.
"Yes." You want to scream it. "Yes!" You whisper, smoothing your hand up the fade of his high and tight haircut. You rub the base of his skull, feeling the short and fuzzy hairs tickle your palm as your fingertips brush his obsidian locks on top.
His kiss intensifies as he pulls your shirt and bra off, dropping them onto the floor. Your pants and underwear quickly disappear as you return the favor and feel him grow against your thighs.
Oh god, this is it. You can feel his heart race, smell his sweat, taste the salt in his skin. You're closer to him than you've been with anyone for a very long time. You spread your legs as you feel the moisture between them accumulate, his tip spreading it up and down your length as he stares at you with soft and hungry eyes.
His hand falls to your shoulder as he presses into you, keeping those eyes locked and loaded on your face as it changes. His lips part as he watches himself enter you, slowly at first, gently moaning as he disappears inside of you inch by inch.
You do your best not to tense up, the anticipation of him filling you almost as sweet as the actual sensation itself. His grip on your shoulder gets tighter as he pulls out of you halfway, only to thrust inside of you again and again. His pace is slow, tantalizing as he looks you over with pleasure and curiosity.
Low grunts ring in your ears as he speeds up his hips, pulling you into him so close that you're afraid you might fall off the kitchen counter. You wrap your hands around his neck as he hits your cervix, sending shots of pleasure up your spine and into your brain. You find his rhythm and move with him, clenching and relaxing your muscles around his massive punishing member.
"Frank," You whisper into his ear. "Oh, Frank!" You close your eyes and listen to the sound of his slick skin sliding inside of yours. You feel your calves start to contract, your toes begin to curl as his grunts turn into growls against your clavicle.
Sweat drips down your stomach as his hands reach your ass, pulling you against him as his pace becomes wild and erratic. Those shots of pleasure travel quicker through your nervous system as you moan into his ear, threatening to send you to the other side. You hear your deep and heavy breaths as if you were in another room, listening to your exertions behind a closed door.
You hook your legs behind Frank's, pulling him in as close as possible as he whispers your name. Nothing you've ever heard until now has sounded so sweet, so perfect. You curl your feet around his calves as your breath hitches, the intense pleasure of him spilling inside of you forcing the air out of your lungs.
"Oh my god, Frank!" You manage to gasp.
He places a hand on your cheek as he twitches inside of you, his thumb smoothing the fine hair on your face. A soft smile crosses his lips before they meet yours again, his taste different than before. His chest heaves up and down as his fingers smooth their way through your messy locks, slightly tugging on them before pulling away from your mouth.
"I haven't been with anyone for a while," He starts, resting his forehead on yours. "I'm sorry if I…"
"No," You stop him, running your fingers across the shell of his ear. "I haven't either."
You smile and lift your head, kissing the folds of his furrowed brow. You wonder how someone like him could possibly go a long time without someone trying to get between his legs, but figure that's a conversation for another time. You start a trail of kisses on his forehead, moving into his hairline and around his ears until he finally rests his chin on your shoulder.
The two of you remain like this, for how long, you can't be sure, but you wish it had lasted just a little longer when he finally pulls out of you and leads you to your bedroom.
"Let's go to bed."