Her kiss gave him a new sense of life. The touch traveled through him, an ample vibration he happily sensed and responded to, intensifying their contact. His hands roamed through her body and felt her neck, her shoulders, her hips. He was crazy for her hips. Once she realized he'd gotten bolder and was pulling at the buttons of her dress, she mumbled against him in a friendly protest:
"Hey, that's good, but I've taken a shower minutes ago, ha ha, remember?"
"Looks like you'll have to take another one, darling."
She giggled exuberantly at the carefree response and lightly punched him on the shoulder.
"Hello? I have to fetch us some food, just so you know!"
He growled, but let hearty laughter slip amidst the complaint, too.
"Bear with me now. How long do you still have, anyway?"
"I think... let me look at the clock, oh — a bit more than two hours."
"No reason to complain with all that time", he reasoned, covering her face in kisses. He wanted to push her to her most responsive acts and give her at the very least a fraction of what she'd proportioned him to bask into. She gave him the opportunity to unbutton the clothes and almost bare her upper body, leaving for his hues the sight of her in her white bra, that he found an interesting garment, it looked great on her... yet he'd never felt the necessity to remove something so deeply. Would've been done, if the sight didn't demand admiration. Janet took note of the persistent way the man made eyes at her, God, he remained silent and gawking. She let her thoughts be spoken between happy chortles that drew his focus to her playful expression.
"I'm sure your stare is powerful, but sadly... not enough to do the job and undress me for you!"
"Fuck you", Frank cackled and she was quick to click her tongue and chant:
"And won't do that either..."
"Janet Weiss. You little... I'm going... to rip this one off with my teeth. Fuck! Try me."
He surprisingly lept out at the blonde woman and pressed her back against the wall, rewarding himself with the stunned yelp he made fall out of her lips. Despite the former warning hinting at mischief, all he did was use his mouth to hungrily peck spots in the creamy skin of her bust which couldn't be covered by the fabric.
Her breath now unsteady, she felt his fingers unclasp the bra, tug at the straps and slide them down gracefully, revealing her breasts. An anticipated twinkle enclosed her pupils, yet the next move was not predicted.
She was pulled up from the ground. Frank carried Janet in his arms, holding onto her back and her legs, meanwhile, she clutched at his shoulders for balance, the mesh of his sleeves wrinkling at the fierceness in her grip. She gave a quick kiss on the bridge of his nose, thankful for the care, and the man placed her smoothly to sit on the edge of the bed. He knelt before the golden-haired goddess and held her, fingers sinking below the bosom.
Her nipples, rosy and already rigid, caught his eye and propelled him to mewl in infatuation.
"They look so pretty... I want a taste", the man with ebony hair feebly confessed and latched his lips onto one nipple. He sucked and treated it with a thirst for her reactions, finding contentment in the faint high-pitched moans that dripped from her voice. He ceased for a moment, only his hands still in contact, he wanted Janet to know just what the precious sounds did to him.
"God, you sound adorable when you laugh, then when you do this... even makes me foolish."
An approving sigh was confirmation she'd listened to it all.
"More", she tried, and obtained what she ordered, his head and fine hair caught in her hands, the young lady feeling his tongue and teeth graze delectably against the sensitive parts of her breasts, warm mouth enclosing then nibbling at both nipples at turns and making a mad arousal spread in furious flares through her body. Lord, please save her, the regions were absurdly susceptible to every ministration, sharp and flaming as they arrived, and Janet insisted on having him carry on, naturally moved by his own unstoppable agitation. As he kissed the spots and had her mindlessly moaning, he had but one request.
"Could you please... say my name while you keep touching my hair..?"
"Oh, of course, come close", she pulled him in tenderly and pressed his head against her chest. Making him comfortable to suck at her nipples to his liking, she stroked the curls, loved the touch of them in her fingers and felt proud — oh, wholeheartedly proud — sensing the concern he had for her delight.
"Frank", she sighed, and he returned the sound with a thankful croon against her skin at his request being accepted.
"You're being lovely, Frank", Janet tried again and it carried him away, hand slipping between her legs and fingers pushing eagerly to provoke friction against the moist part covered by her undergarment. She was over the moon.
"Frank, right there, Frank", she tried in a raspy breath and leaned back to lie down, with him placed on top of her chest and her nails still caught up between dark curls. He lifted his face and reached out for her shoulders for support, dragging the two of them entirely into bed, locking lips with her. He furrowed his brow in the slow kiss and digested the taste, the moan slipping out of her mouth and vibrating into his, then the look in her eyes, her sweet eyes colored with that lively shade of an endless daylight's sun, when he broke it. She seemed... happy. Surely hungry for the collisions they started too, but wholly happy before all else. He was alive thanks to her, she'd put all of herself on the line for him hours ago, he owed her his very life! And he was making this divine soul, his saving grace, his miracle... happy to be having a moment with him. For that, he was the happiest. He wanted more, could have this forever. He went for another kiss, quick and desperate, then one more that had him smiling leisurely against Janet's lips, and another.
That was when he tried to move up to no avail, remaining stuck in near proximity above her, and took notice — their movements were being halted. By their necklaces! The golden adornments got tangled during their tug, her name intertwisted with the heart he wore and keeping the two attached. They giggled in hilarity together, it was silly they'd given room to the accident, and little giggles gave place to well matched, uproarious laughter.
After kissing her mouth again, gingerly this time, Frank untied their necklaces, cautiously placed them on the dresser. She positioned a pillow to sit and felt him remove her underwear, pulling it down and off until he could tend to where she soaked, head lowering and grip lifting her legs, settling savagely on her thighs. Goodness, she'd clearly be marked all around her sex with the imprint and lingering sensation of his clutches there after. She loved considering it and she craved good exhaustion from his squeezing hold. His name loudly escaped her again.
"Janet, you make it... sound gorgeous. I love my name when I hear it from you."
"I'm... I'm glad to know! Hm."
He pouted in worry and eyed her awkwardly.
"Uh... sorry, does this hurt you? My grip... too strong?"
"Ha ha, it's good, I love that you do it, love feeling it strong", she assured him fervently.
"Then I'll make sure you'll be feeling it for very long days", he said in a soothing vibration before taking a mouthful of her wetness and having her voice respond indistinguishably, she was far too dazed, heated, hit with greater want. It was surely good to taste her, yet even better to listen, to feel her coo and squirm adoringly in his hands.
"Pretty girl. Show me how loud I can get you", he encouraged her mischievously.
Her grasp in his hair grew tighter, pushing him further down and applying pressure in his skull. Clenching it and urging him to worship her, she didn't let him move to a great extent. She was certain he did not want to. He turned almost vicious in his service, mouth feasting and impulsively making her entire skin flare and tickle wildly in the ebullience of her sensitivity. Shedidget louder than ever, didn't have an ounce of inhibition as she cried at how spine-tingling, exhilarant this was. Not even in this place. And as he could not stop his tongue there, she could not hold the words back from her own.
"F-fuck, don't stop, don't dare... ah! Gonna come... more... I'm so close!"
"Janet, you're..! All ready for me now. Ah... do it, my darling."
It felt right to have her, have her as a whole, her willingness moved him.
"Mine... mine, mine", he muttered, licking and pressing his lips hard against her sex only to detect her movements turning twitchy, overtly excited until her eyes were snapped shut in a sudden impulse, she threw her head back and her moans culminated in her impassioned cry of highest elation.
She felt her discharge get released into him to excess, reveled in her orgasm and whined vaguely when having his mouth — glimmering, slick, glazed in her fluid — draw back from where he'd used it, made it skillful. Her hands let him go and her hues saw vast satisfaction light up his desirous eyes. She knew what she wanted next the most.
"Want to have you inside me."
"You don't have to tell me twice", he murmured and fumbled with his clothes, getting fully undressed again so she could feel all of his skin against hers. He dragged himself closer and pulled her in, both tangled up and lying down on their sides, face to face. A few breaths harmonized and conveyed their longing.
They could remain in this scene for a limitless time, gaping and feeling the other's exhalations. But she had her command and she would get it delivered by her lover.
Frank lightly lifted Janet, moved to lie on his back and adjusted her body to sit on top of his, so she'd straddle him. He had this position in mind from the moment he had her bare.
"Is this fine? I'd like to... watch from below when you take me", he shyly confessed, and she gave him a smirk. She honestly loved the perspective he granted under her.
"It's just the perfect plan. Be good to me."
He nodded and kissed her stomach before guiding her hips lower, lower, lower... to meet his impatient heat, cock carefully slipping inside inch by inch. Clinging to his shoulders, she hummed sweetly upon the pervasion, grinding down and lusting for the collision. He rocked his own hips in reciprocation, did so urgently and whimpered her name over and over, a way to communicate a plea for her healing, the kind of plea that had him needy as no one had ever known. The pounding reached her deepest core and the woman blinked quickly, parted her lips in astonishment.
"Oh, you feel wonderful", Janet praised and by then, unwittingly began the session of declarations parting from the elated Transylvanian — in each thrust of his, terms kept overflowing with devotion for her.
"No, you feel wonderful... you're gorgeous and- and sweet and ah, caring, so caring and the- God! Most loving one... oh!"
The compliments induced a frenzied flurry rolling inside both the admirer and the subject who frantically pressed down on him. Janet moved her hips faster and felt Frank's thrusts grow sloppier. He stared in keen form, right into her, peering before closing his eyes shut, his control on the edge of being ruined. The sight of emerald orbs below her that seemed to read the depth of her soul, it tugged at somewhere deeper, much deeper, she sank her nails roughly into his shoulders — they wailed loudly, adoringly and came in unison, shaken by their glowing wonder. She could feel his load rush inside. He kindly pulled her chest to his own and pressed her tight against himself.
It was divine, to feel their bodies tingling and recovering from the exhausted state they reached. He placed her to lie beside him, gazed at the fixation painted in her visage, and she was the most beautiful person alive by his awareness, he knew so — her hair was disheveled from their lovemaking, and he appreciated the aspect of it just the same, thought it looked amazing on her, but he insisted on tucking a loose strand behind her ear... and sank his fingers on curls at the top of her head, just because he loved to feel them, to care for her and change her expressions merely by letting his hands meet her honeyed hair.
She pulled his face in with both hands, her impetus allowing him a brief moment to gasp... and so, kissed his lips with passionate resolve. A giggle was all he heard at the end, she held him in place mere inches apart and stared, and he was sure, just sure he was now trembling and blushing acutely in surprise, as he offered her a modest yet wholehearted smile. Frank leaned his head in to rest on Janet's shoulder, to delight himself at her hands cupping it. If hearing this sort of fantasy illustrated by anyone before, well, shame on him and his wandering mistrust, he could have thought and coldly responded to them then,this is ridiculous and unsuitable for my semblance. It would've been somewhat true to say. Yet the one truth crossing his mind as he had it tangibly was far different —this is the best I've ever felt around someone.
The woman returned to her regular notions of time and space, and snapped him back into them too:
"Well, well, our next stop: the shower!"
"Fair enough."
Both sitting up, Janet was the one who offered him a hand this time. The confounded look he gave her was a source of amusement before she elaborated.
"You. Me. Shower... you got your head in the clouds, dear, what's the matter?"
"Oh. With you?"
A happy nod.
"With me."
"I love the sound of that."
Truly a fun moment to have company.
Being the first to get inside, she splashed water on him from her small distance and laughed openly, purely. He returned the merriment, entered the shower stall and they washed themselves together. His makeup was washed away by her hands and she was all smiles and praises to his simple facial features. She seemed adamant about rubbing his back and it produced the effect of having him roll his eyes and throw his head back in a chuckle. No one had done things of the sort previously, but what was he supposed to do? Say no? He went as far as letting her pepper the region with kisses. Having attempted avoidance towards the care since forever, it did him wonders to be pampered by her. Felt adorably disarming.
Feeling her neck and her chest under the water as his hands washed her was charming. He calmly kissed her shoulders, then her mouth as the droplets covered and surrounded them. At last, both were flawlessly clean.
They dried and clothed themselves again, yet remaining barefoot. Frank left the restroom in advance, put on his high heels, walked to Janet's purse and grabbed her hairbrush.
"How did you know I had one there?" She asked pacing behind him, inquisitive eyebrow arched at his agility.
"I just assumed because you always maintain good hair-"
"Not buying."
"I-I-I took a look before. While you were getting food... for us both, I got curious over what you kept, then saw that it was inside your purse, that's why. It's all."
She seemed entertained by his strained commentary. But at the moment, it satisfied her to hear the actual explanation.
"That's all right, Frank, if you felt curious I understand your side. But remember it's... a little indelicate to spy on someone's belongings, do you get that?"
"That's... true, for sure..."
"Mhm. And I'm not done yet.Ifyou ever feel like learning something about me that doesn't concern you..."
Janet strutted in his direction, her feet tapping against the hard ground. She tilted her head upwards to make up for their difference in height, leaned until her nose was brushing against his. She batted her eyes with an unreadable expression and he gulped. Her voice was then a refined blend of sultry and friendly:
"How about asking for me to make it concern you, too? So I can, let's say... include you in my privacy. What is mine... I could let it be yours to learn if you ask me politely, sweetheart. We'd see and do it all together, it could be fun. Well... what do you say?"
"Y-yes, please. Thank you."
She pulled back, then laughed and her closed hand touched her mouth coyly, fingers curled during her throat's little gasps of merriment.
"Always tame and thankful, see? Well done."
He grinned and shrugged carelessly. Grabbing the hairbrush, the man approached her and started to brush her golden hair with all the calm and love in the universe, fingers of one hand playing with the curly strands, aiding the hand with the tool at putting them all into place. She watched each move with her round eyes, and he'd never wipe away from his brain, the energy of sheer satisfaction in her face. She was pure at her way to cherish the most simple things, give them to him, take them back with pride.
He watched her gaze dart to wherever his hand moved, was entertained by the focus, and saw her accompany it all as he extended the hand to her purse and took hold of the red rose he'd found there before. She was glad, yet puzzled by his acts.
His fingers neatly separated her strands of hair, part of them being arranged into a high bun where he placed the red rose. The rest remained down, cascading on her shoulder. He pinned the flower on the brand new hairdo by the stem, thankful for it having a smooth surface that wouldn't hurt her.
"How do I look?" She asked, grinning and huffing in a quick laugh.
His eyes had a devoted glow. He seemed hypnotized.
"You're the most dazzling in all worlds. You'll always be. The more you exist... your beauty grows."
"I'm excited, thank you, I'm beyond myself! You sound dreamy! How do you even gather such words?"
"I... do. Simple. I guess it's just because I feel them and it's easy to regard. I'm in love."
"You're gonna have me crying."
"Oh, I'm pretty sure there's a lot more to you, but evenIam not able to say it all in little seconds."
"You don't have to say more, I'm so happy-"
"Glad you get me. I won't pretend the words I say can sum you up, even though I'll love to say them."
"Well. Then don't bother to say a word just this once. For a break... I'll have you shut up, novelist", she chortled, kissing his mouth and keeping him quiet for a moment.
"Make sure to silence me with this zeal again sometime", Frank breathed out as soon as she drew back, moving to grab her white Mary Jane shoes and leaning down to fasten the straps.
"I'm going downstairs. Will catch up with others and bring us something good to eat. While you're alone... I'd say, behave yourself. And maybe don't get too mad as you miss me, but I can't help it if you think well of me, can I?"
"That's right, you can't. I'll behave though. What else to do? I want you."
"Aww... good, honey. I'll keep thinking of you too as always. I won't take long."
Janet parted from him with the door she closed. Frank wanted to cry of happiness with one little thing — she'd be keeping him in her thoughts, too. She'd do it, she said so surely.As always.