“You weren’t wearing these, though,” I teased. His eyes flashed with mischief as he slipped his thumb into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, exposing one of his smooth ass cheeks.
“I can take it off if you want,” he teased back. But before I could answer, he snapped it back into place and kissed my cheek. Rolling over beside me, he pushed the sheet down, exposing my bare legs. I kicked the rest of the sheet off and rolled to face him.
“Your shorts are a new addition too.” He flicked the waistband of my sleep shorts and I chuckled. I loved how he made me so comfortable and made me laugh. But this talk of clothes had me thinking back to that night.
“Actually, why were you naked when you came to my rescue?” I had never asked him that. It was such an odd thing to be naked outside in the first place.
He shook his head and laughed. It was deep and I felt it everywhere.
“I thought, ‘what a better way to surprise some assholes than showing them my cock.’”
I laughed. “That was definitely a way of scaring them away.”
“Scared because it was so impressive, right?” He tickled my side and I giggled.
“Yeah, if that’s what you tell yourself to make you feel better.”
“Enough of assholes… Where were we? Oh, that’s right… I was kissing my girl.”
His lips, warm and soft, found mine and I knew we weren’t going to Port Angeles today.
Chapter19
Clare
Kissing Frankie was the most incredible feeling. I felt him everywhere. It was as if he was in my head and knew what I wanted before I even did.
His hand roamed up my side until he came to the underside of my breast. I arched up, wanting him to feel me there. He didn’t need more encouragement as he cupped my breast in his palm, rubbing circles over my nipple.
I felt the pleasure of his touch all the way down to my core. I rubbed my thighs together, the achy feeling of needing to be touched there sweeping through me.
He didn’t stop kissing me as he continued his touching… exploring my body. Moving his hand down and cupping my ass, he pulled me tightly against him. His knee slid between my legs, and my body moved against him, wanting pressure and friction that he now gave me. His erection rubbed against my thigh. The knowledge that it was me that made him that hard had me smiling against his mouth.
He pulled his mouth from mine, breathing heavily. His lip curled into a smile as his eyes roamed my face then down to where his knee was between my legs. I moved again, rubbing my core against him. His hand moved from my ass, slowly traveling up and under my tee.
His touch was warm as he looked down at me, my breathing increased at his nearness to my naked breasts. He watched me, never taking his eyes away from me as he cupped my breast again. The pad of his thumb brushed over my nipple, and I let out a small gasp. Holy shit. It was like it was a direct line to my clit. My body felt alive and every nerve ending was sensitive. I lay there, panting at the small touches he gave me, until he moved to take my hand.
He placed it on his hard cock. I could feel the outline and heat of it through his shorts and he let out a small moan when I rubbed my palm against it.
“I’m so hard I think I’m gonna come in my shorts just at your touch.”His hand moved to where my core ached, cupping me over my shorts. He pressed the heel of his palm into my clit, and I saw fireworks. My breathing hitched as I lost all train of thought. I was going to orgasm just from that touch alone. I was so worked up.
I didn’t have any experience, but I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to reach climax. I was a virgin, but I knew how to touch myself to orgasm.
“Is this, okay?” he asked as he pressed into my clit again.
I gasped, nodded, and whispered, “Yes.”
He moved his other hand to push up my tee. I felt his warm breath over my nipple before he licked it, sucking it into his mouth. I rode the sensations, his erection grinding into my palm reminding me that I had stopped touching him.
I reached for his waistband, my fingers sliding between the fabric and his smooth skin as I slowly pulled them down to expose him. I wanted him to feel as good as I did. He shifted his hips and pulled his shorts down, his cock jutting out, slapping his stomach. I stared down at his impressive length.
I moved my fingers along the hot flesh, enjoying the chance to explore him as he continued to nip and suck at my nipples. His hand pulled away from my core as he shuffled up a little further. He reached down and took my hand again, only this time that he wrapped my hand around his cock, his hand remained on mine as he stroked himself a few times.
“Like that, sweetheart,” he said before releasing my hand, and I continued stroking him on my own.
He groaned when I twisted my hand a little, taking my mouth in his. I felt his free hand slip inside my sleep shorts, playing with the elastic of my underwear. He didn’t go any further as I stroked him. I couldn’t take it anymore, I had been so close before, riding on this high. I needed more to tip me over, and the only way it would happen was if he was on my naked flesh.
I let go of his cock and, in a quick move, removed my shorts and underwear, kicking them off my feet. If he needed more of an invitation, he just got it. I wasn’t nervous anymore. Frankie didn’t think twice. His hand cupped my sex again, but this time it was so much more, and my legs opened on their own.
