He leaned closer. “I want to bite every part of your body, starting at your breasts.”
I swallowed, feeling so exposed, and it felt so right. I leaned up slightly. “Only if you promise to let me do the same.”
Sex before had always been simple. The basics. The man got hard, I got a little wet, and we fucked. It was always slow and sweet. Nothing like this. Nothing like I was feeling right now.
I looked over at Frank, wanting to bite into him. I had never wanted to rake my nails down a perfectly formed body like I did right now. I wanted to leave marks to state that I had been here.
“Is that a promise?” Frank asked, his hands moving on his pants. He yanked them down, standing only in boxers now. His bulge was huge, and I stared for a moment.
I slowly nodded my head.
Frank placed his hands on my breast, kneading and tugging at my nipples. My toes curled under the contact. And then I felt his teeth bite hard onto my left breast. My breath hitched. His teeth weren't painful, yet they sent a wave of pleasure through my entire body.
“Oh god,” I moaned as his teeth released, moving down lower and once more biting in. He pressed against me, his chest against my stomach. I softly moaned as he tugged at my skirt, yanking it free.
Frank pulled my legs apart, his mouth tracing down my stomach. His teeth left bites as he moved. I felt my insides twisting up as I watched him.
He pulled my left thigh up and bit onto the inside of it. His finger slid into me at the same time, and my head threw back. I wanted to pant for air once more, my fingers curling onto the sheets.
“You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now,” Frank spoke in a growl, and my eyes went back to him. He hovered over me, and my eyes went lower, right to his boxers.
He slowly tugged at them, and I watched his cock spring free. My eyes widened at the size of him. I had a feeling that Frank had a decent size to go with him, but I hadn't expected him to be this large.
“You look a little stunned.”
“I mean, have you looked at yourself? You're hung.”
Frank smirked. “You keep talking like that, and I'll get an ego.”
“You have an ego,” I quipped back as he stroked his hand over his dick. His thumb rubbed over his tip. My mouth watered at the sight, and I internally moaned.
“I do, and clearly for good reason,” he leaned forward softly, kissing me. I felt his tip press against me as he roughened the kiss, his mouth taking mine violently.
The world seemed to blur as he took my breath away. He hooked my legs wide, sliding into me slowly. My hands grabbed at his shoulders, and I felt my nails sink into his skin.
Frank grunted and clenched his teeth tightly. “Fuck. You feel amazing.”
He moved slowly at first. His thrusts were slow and steady, sliding further into me with each one. But it was only for a moment before he was speeding up. My toes curled at the contact.
I felt his fingers roll over my clit, and I gasped for air. Frank chuckled, his breath hot against my skin as he bent his head down, sucking on my nipples. “You clenched down so hard just now.”
He rolled his thumb over my clit again, and I felt the build-up form in my stomach. My legs shook as his eyes snapped up to me just as he bit down once more.
I couldn't escape what was coming. Frank moved fast, thrusting deeply into me, his finger still working my clit, and I saw stars as everything shattered.
I came hard, my nails raking down his back as he grunted. I watched him grind his teeth together. “Fuck, you…”
Frank's forehead pressed against my chest as we both sagged. We were panting for air, and I could smell ivory in the air. I looked down and quickly released my hands, seeing I had scratched my nails down his back, leaving blood.
“Oh, shit, I'm sorry,” I said, suddenly feeling bad.
Frank's head popped up slightly, and a smile sat on his lips. His eyes sparkled. “Don't apologize. I enjoy marks, and it seems you do too.”
I looked down at myself, taking in Frank's bite marks. They would be gone in a few days, but I couldn't help but admire them.
“They don't hurt, do they?” Frank asked, sitting up now. “I have a tendency to bite harder, but I didn't want to puncture the skin when I know you can't heal as quickly as we can.”
I couldn't help but feel touched by his words. He'd thought about me. Even in the moment of lust, he was worried about hurting me.
