The clock played its tune.
Another early day had barely arrived, and Frank endlessly feared the young lady had no idea what she had started.
He'd admitted to himself, he had that immense adoration for her bubbling up inside him from the very start. It was only flourishing continuously the more he knew her. To add a mere detail, a lustful layer of it had been building too, somewhere between their simple contact as they remained chastely close through the night, him holding her frame in his arms. And, right now, he predicted it was all about to boil. It could scarcely be contained and from then, manifested through his body, growing prominent, stiff and palpable between both legs as he accidentally listened to her noises from inside the bathroom.
Janet was showering, he figured as soon as he woke up, found himself alone and heard the vague sound of water splashing behind the closed door. It sounded like a normal occurrence, yet after having sat by her side, after she had stared at him with that engaging look, after the kiss, the poems, the hands and slim fingers pressing sedately, putting on his necklace with good grace...
After she held him tight through the entire nighttime, telling him of her unexpected nightmare and then helping him fall asleep with soothing little words.
With all things of the cordial nature falling into place, it was turning into an increasingly strenuous task, to dismiss those peculiar ideas, from friendly to amorous, fixated on her that had been lasting for way too long. This strange yearning for her that seemed to have no boundaries as it crossed, circulated, composed his poor, unruly mind.
Did he need a good touch to quieten it all.
And now, as he drew nearer to the spot only to raise a bemused eyebrow, curse her, she was not exactly being subtle with her sighs as she washed herself.Orwith her humming of various tunes.
He could vividly imagine Janet smiling in delight, nude, amber hues fluttering and rosy lips parted at the droplets that gently touched and slid squarely through her clear complexion, her golden hair darkening ever so slightly and falling beautifully down her narrow, upturned shoulders and through her breasts during the drenched cleaning, fingers cooperating with the mission of leaving it all immaculate. It was a pretty sight to conjure up. He knew that feeding this sentiment would inescapably result in desolation as she'd reveal to him, at any moment, that no, they were not meant to go on, it should be enough that he was alive to begin with and no need to press his luck. He'd be left ruined by his thoughts and stay fantasizing about her after she parted. And right then, his face twisted into a pained look at the inability to tune out his brain.
He heard her utter a meek moan — fuck, just too much.
The desperation urged him to act, at last. If he could not handle it with self-restraint, he would handle... something he'd find rigid when meeting his grasp, something else entirely.
Leaning against her door and pressing his back there, Frank sneakily slipped one hand through his underwear, wrapping it around his cock, his strokes trying to alleviate the hardness that was nearly painful. His heart drummed in a frenzy, he exhaled in haste. Being close to her, only one barrier keeping them apart and having him attentive to the sounds she'd concede, it was making him grow way too needy, noisy in his cries, until he found himself sliding down and sitting on the floor, knees up.
As touches got frantic, the slightest awareness of her alone was thrilling and incendiary, yet he wanted to excite himself to stray further with his thoughts, each inch of his body ignited at daring prospects, the most fanciful kisses, sweet words and touches of hers feeling so real and leaving him weak, pining. Licks of sweat were building from exertion. Indiscernible moans soon turned into breathy 'please's, into explectives and obscenities, into mellifluous 'Janet's — her name sounded more beautiful and caused Frank's stomach to do flips the more he pronounced it between every caress.
As far as his trance allowed him, his senses turned red alert and his blood ran cold with a gasp: the shower stopped running. By then, he could have felt plainly intimidated to finish soon, but there was no undergoing disappointment, the thrill born from this risk aroused him even more, eyes glimmering, his thirst the culprit. Manipulating himself, rocking his hips and shuddering with greater steadfastness, the stimulus overwhelmed him. The rubbing outburst called for a climax. His whole flesh being prickled, he happily reached the desired peak by his own hand and whimpered piercingly in a rough thrust, all exhilaration exploded and set off from his shaft in a viscid white gush. He finally caught his breath, panting and sensing the corners of his mouth twitching into a hint of a proud grin at the lovely accomplishment, the gratification pulsating afterwards. Bless the clock for sufficient timing! Success.
Little time was left after the seconds the man experienced the high. He blushed and crooned awkwardly at the way she'd abstractedly lifted his spirit in her shower, got up and cleaned the mess as well as possible, moving to sit in the middle of the bed and try to collect himself again, pull off the most casual demeanor after the wild ride, arms supported by either side of where he remained, legs swinging slowly, very languidly.
Janet swung the door open. A coy smile decorated her face.
"Ah, hi there. Have I kept you waiting for too long?"
"Not at all", he blurted out with no hesitation.
"Shame. Maybe I could have let you enjoy yourself more."
"Am I... supposed to understand what you-"
"Oh, you sure are. I heard you there. I think you understand well just what I heard."
The new mortified look on his face, with both cheeks feeling hot, he assumed, was why she seemed like she was holding herself back not to burst in laughter at any given moment.
Regardless. At least it was over, he had his fun and she wouldn't insist on teasing. It was not like she'd ask him to do it again and let her watch the scene, was it? She blinked at him in ingenuous light...
"Well? Do it again. Let me watch."
What the fuck?
He stuttered and she continued, with her mellow murmur that had him by the throat in its lush suggestion, enticed him without raising her volume after he was unable to form coherent words.
"Aw, stay calm, I bet you looked pretty... I loved thinking of it. Will you let me see how you did it when you said my name? Is that all right for you?"
The blonde earned a decisive nod.
She adjusted herself by his side, and although seeming reticent about causing another round of the formerly private performance, smirked a little at the tension he radiated, the kind she could almost smell all around as his hand moved unsteadily to expose the need between his legs. A vulnerable man behaving so juvenile, like his hand couldn't resist this want for her anymore, overtly strong until it couldn't bear to stay away.
"I really can't help it, this is just..."
"Touch yourself", she ordered.
The command automatically set him alight. The indulgence started again, his hand pitiless on himself. It satisfied her and she partook in the provocation with questions:
"Wow... now that's fast! Needy. Don't dare stop... say, anyone in mind when you can't even leave it alone?"
"You! I think of you, hmph", he plainly tried. Truthfully, she was all his brain permitted him to picture. Yet Janet still had inquiries on the way.
"Me, good. What do you think of?"
"You're... beautiful, so beautiful and it drives me really mad... ah."
"Why, thank you, Frankie... poor little thing, desperate for more! Eyes closed now, and tell me details. About- about me."
Her legs moved to the top of the bed, curled and she approached him, kissed him on the nape of the neck and had one arm wrapped around it to pull him in, then pressed her lips to either side of his face, the touch demonstrating to her the heat he experienced on his blushing cheeks. Agitation conquered both of them in a good measure, pinkish shade taking over and charmingly coloring his face. Her floral scent filled the air thanks to her close grasp, it was intoxicating. Eyes shut tight, he moaned and tried to think clearly on her last request through the abrasion prompted, delaying the temptation of letting his load pour out at her contact:
"I love how you sound, God, adorable, gentle, hmph, makes me feel safe. H-how you hold me tight, your eyes open wide and sparkle when staring and you speak... fuck! Your smile's totally charming. Your touch, your- your lips, the way they feel..."
"Heaven help me, you're cute speaking in that tone! Well. My lips... I could give you that. But I must ask something from you. Open your eyes."
He did so in a second, nodded and groaned in confirmation. As he ceased the teasing, she pointed to his attire.
"Take it all off. I want to see all of you."
Frank giggled. But the sound conveyed nervousness just as much as amusement before he spoke.
"O-of course! I can do it for you. Uh, fuck me, forgive me for the shyness... it's unusual."
"What are you even shy for? Sorry, I'm trying to understand it better since I'm hearing it from... you."
"I've... never been fully naked for someone before? Still, I'm fine now, I swear. Let's just call off this topic, cut it, I'll let you."
"What? Out of all people, why haven't you ever tried to?"
"Ah, I just don't feel like exposing all of myself would make me any more desirable. You know it's what I wanted and, if anything, people would lose interest and be let down looking at me in that state. Got it? It's surely no appealing sight."
Long story short, he's been unsure.
He's been unsure about acceptance, about being open or upfront and letting his entirety show to anyone.
She felt the air around her grow a little cold, downcast, holding back her breath not to unnerve him with her unspoken worry. All Janet needed was to create a comfortable space for him to open up.
"Listen to me. I don't mind looking at you, every part. In fact, I want to. I'll touch each spot, I'm sure you look beautiful."
"You... you might be saying it all in the name of politeness. Because it's your nature to want to spare me kindness, and because you know well I enjoy feeling appreciated", he muttered bitterly between gritted teeth in a low tone and huffed, mildly discouraged.
This inspired a hardly perceptible chuckle from the blonde. The quest was similar to the taming of a very frightened, distrustful wild beast. One of those that are in conflict over their great desire to eat the food you bring them right from the hand, or the wary instinct to back off in panicked commotion, baring their teeth and claws to scare you away. She had to ease him until it granted permission to pet and nurture, 'here, my hand is safe for you to get fed by it.'
"You're scared... that's fine. But I'm an honest person. I don't take pride in handing over anything to someone I don't value enough, Frank. I want to do this for you. I'll touch, I'll appreciate and tend to you like you deserve, okay? You have my word."
The words were soothing enough for him to be secure. Instead of undressing, he positioned himself with his back turned against her, lifted his head in expectancy, silent. She took the hint, Frank wanted her to take it off. One step forward directed at healing this aged wound. It motivated a beam that radiated through her face.
As her fingers intricately pulled the laces and the corset was detached from his body, she took focused glances at the skin revealed, smooth, evenly and slightly pale. The part that remained striking among it was the red heart tattoo on his arm, dagger trespassing it and the word 'BOSS' written above the drawing. The Transylvanian flinched as she touched that spot: he could swear she was his loving boss now. And she was very much the dagger that could pierce him and find her way inside, only it didn't hurt to feel her presence taking over, it tickled like the breeze of a warm kiss.
She carolled fond attributes to him, made him deliciously dizzy as she touched many parts of the texture and could sense plenty of words and their meaning invisibly written there. They belonged there, in him, permanent and rooted more than a tattoo, and to reaffirm, she voiced it all.
"You look so gorgeous. I love how it feels, too... desirable, charming just how it is. Thank you, really, for trusting me and letting me see you... pretty. May I kiss you?"
"Do it! I trust you. Please, please."
Moving around him, her lips brushed against his lower back, tickled his stomach with a few pecks (finding him quite vocal at that), pressed against his upper body and her arms enveloped him, she drew closer to his face so the last kiss would be shortly planted on his mouth. He was indisputably used to the position of being the lordly, unbendingmenaceothers need protection from... not the one beingprotected.The one being treated normally, fairly as she did. No distant attempt to appease his cold authority, but intimate care... light as a feather. It was sublime, feeling welcomed and getting his necessities met with that much love. Silently awestruck, his eyes seemed uncertain of where precisely they'd focus on her face, at last, stopping at her smile. She spoke and pierced through his stirred perception.
"Does that seem fine, dear?"
He felt something abrupt, delightful, sharply strike his chest upon how she referred to him. He'd called her just that before in joy for their closeness and really meant well, but she... she made it sound extraordinary in her voice, her peculiar delivery. It was still one word. An affectionate little word, if you will. And that was theoretically all there was to it, but... it did call forth an atypical flutter inside that earned his regard.Dear. It just sounded novel, heartwarming in this occasion... and only he could explain why, he humbly supposed, apparently all culminating in the truth he was ultimately coming to terms with: he was in love with her.
"It sure is lovely", he replied.
"I'm glad."
She kissed him again, this time carrying on with the gesture and petting his curls for good seconds, and took the opportunity to handle him, furtive hand finding his shaft still hard to her strokes, in dire need of release. It was a surprising advance and he broke the contact of their lips to catch his breath. Next, all her praise arrived, and he predicted it would shatter his armor forever.
"I'll take over from now on. God, I love feeling you in my hand... those sparkly eyes you got, they are wonderful, and how they beg for this... you're sweet to me, Frank", she cooed.
"Please... I love..."
"You're doing well. Baby."
Her fingers felt inconceivably delicate, but acted firmly, swift in every stroke. She obtained his strangled cries with her care and relished them strongly.
"Prettiest noises I've ever heard... want to come for me?"
As if he'd request any other thing, while all in him was daring eagerly to let it out.
"Yeah, I want- want to... oh, I... ow! What's that for?"
Her hand was raised and fell in a light slap near his groin, he felt a mild, oddly thrilling sting there, a rush starting where her palm had landed. It got him studying her face, trembling, heightened his recognition at her words:
"Focused now? Say it all."
"You need to make me- hmph!"
Another teasing slap, then silence. Not enough to alarm him, but good for a jump and an eager, obedient response. It had been amusing, but he did not want to test her any longer.
"I want... please, I need to come for you, Janet", Frank begged and she approvingly nipped on spots from his collarbone up until the neck, teeth sinking there, carving their mark into his skin. Now, he just earned a tangible signature evidencing her love. Her free hand held his face still.
"When I noticed you being sneaky, what you were doing at the door, hm, I just wanted to be the one taking the job... of making you a total mess."
"All yours for that- ah!"
"Right! You're all mine. Keep going, darling, and look into my eyes. Oh, yes, there. You're almost there... my good boy."
Janet pecked his cheek. The words of praise melting the heart that hammered inside his chest, the irresistible sensation of her hand — calid, dainty as satin — working him, the tranquility in her face, the gentleness washed over and he gasped sharply for air, terrifically flushed. Hues fixated on her, the frisson growing from delectation knocked out all his composure, swept him into madness. His next ragged breath was followed by a roar that pierced loudly through the walls, found him all helpless, softhearted and spasming in readiness for her sight — the loving warmth overtaking his stomach intensified, then swirled and soared into greatest bliss. His eyelids flickered, he felt his body meet heaven through her active fingers and sobbed copiously with a harsh jolt as he met his peak — there was no holding back, the sweet release he conquered with her help spilling forth through his cock in a hot, heavy flow, coating her hand.
Everything felt lighter as he came. Lord,hefelt lighter. She licked her fingers clean with joy, ran them through his hair and gave him peace of mind after the peak simmered down, drawing out of his lips a series of sonorous, contented sighs at the demonstration filled with fondness.
The woman had him under her grasp until the uproar was reduced, approaching inaudible sounds and serenity. She peered into his gaze and tried to talk.
"I should probably get going downstairs now, and I recommend cleaning yourself very well, ha ha. Go for your black attire once you're done. Will be waiting until time for breakfast arrives there... and bring you something, okay?"
"Do you have to?" He tried, gently, while moving to get dressed.
She lept from the bed, gladly checking on Frank's endearing antics to find his black top, high-heeled boots plus the necklace he valued so he'd become fully clothed, and moved closer to the exit, ready to leave, when his hand caught hers. The tender manner they fit when connected brought them sparkling happiness. Maybe, behind all expectations anyone could hold over them — behind their own initial immaturity contrasting, they were always fundamentally born of the same beautiful longing inside. Equal in essence, currently growing to develop into their best together. It felt right.
She hummed and gazed with wide amber eyes that analyzed the announcement embedded in his green ones — he wanted her to stay a little while longer. She was curious, nonetheless, to hear more.
"Tell me, why do you want me to stay?"
A heave was followed by a plea, the dialogue heading to a direction she could not quite read.
"I must open up about something. May I?"
"Sure, you may."
"I love you."
At the very moment, the confession gave her butterflies. She had, indeed, eventually pondered on how she defined her thoughts on him as love, had the full realization the instant she acted to save him. Janet wondered what it took, the amount of effort it demanded for him to just voice it that loud while facing her, knowing of his old difficulty in acting according to his feelings. Yet... he had presently been the first one to admit the feelings through the three words.
Another question, combined with a pearly grin, to respond to his statement.
"How did you know?"
"First and foremost: I've never been through this. I don't understand everything surrounding it, or what to do with the feeling. But... you've made me incredibly happy. You've been compassionate. I felt wanted in everything while wanting your everything. And this, I'm sure of: I want you to keep rightfully bright because, in all you are, I discovered someone grand. I... can't guess if what you expected me to feel is this. It goes: I'll always hold you dear in my thoughts and strive for your happiness. In case it all matches your abstractions, then they're real. I genuinely, essentially love you."
This evaluation — perfect, she thought, it was perfect. It was love. Truly. Happiness was noticeable all over her. She cupped his face, glanced cravingly at his lips and pressed her own there.