“I know,” Frankie exhaled against my neck.
His forearm came across my middle, pulling me to his chest. His legs opened around my hips and he buried his face in the swell of my throat, warm, wet lips tasting every open inch. My breasts tightened, and as if he could decipher my need like a map key, his hands traveled exactly where I wanted them, squeezing me through the fabric of my dress.
“I’ve been thinking about this,” he said. “Two fucking days this is all I could think about, Ophelia.”
I hummed agreeably, using the small window he’d opened to dig my hand into the hair at the side of his head and pull his mouth over mine. Our tongues connected instantly, nothing timid or explorative to be had—it was pure pent-up lust cracking like a sheet of ice. One of his hands palmed my throat, toying with pressure, and the decision to let the night take us somewhere slowly was shot to hell.
I kissed him like he was mine to consume. We battled back and forth, lips crashing, teeth nipping through short gasps. He tasted warm and sweet. A purr rumbled in the back of his throat as my grip tightened in his hair and the heat radiating off his naked chest against my spine increased.
Frankie’s fingers pinched my cheeks, popping me off his lips but holding me there with dominant command. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I answered without hesitation.
Then I was on my back, the decorative skirt beneath the Christmas tree in my peripheral, starlight radiating from the branches over my head, nothing but the sound of crackling fire and our terse breathing dancing in the space around us.
“God, you made me wait though, didn’t you, sweetheart?” He settled between my legs where I could clearly see him straining against the zipper of his pants. I traced the thick outline with my eyes, my core throbbing more every second for his touch.
Gentle hands grazed up both sides of my thighs, dipping beneath the velvet skirt of my dress and curling around the tight band of my stockings. He was stoking an already raging fire. In any other instance I might have wanted the delicate foreplay, but I was so ready for him that if I didn’t feel a trace of satisfaction any sooner I would implode.
“Don’t treat me like a flower,” I coached. His hands stopped, a sinful smirk playing over his features. “I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”
Not a moment later the flimsy nylon on my hips was torn away from my body, ripping all the way down past my knees. Frankie shed the ruined fabric and tossed it away, then dipped down and bit a mark so intensely into my exposed inner thigh I yelped.
As quickly as the pain came it was soothed away by his tongue. He edged his nose up my leg further, pushing my dress above my hips, leaving me completely exposed save for the thin strip of damp fabric covering my center.
“You are so much dirtier than you let on, O, you can’t even hide it.” His finger slipped beneath my panties and pulled it away, then let it snap back into place, stinging my clit with pleasure. “Look at this mess.”
“Fuck me.” My elbows dug into the rug beneath me.
“I’m getting there,” he murmured, dipping his fingers back beneath the cotton and yanking it down fully. My hips jarred forward with the motion as his dark eyes settled between my legs.
A chill grazed me, immediately swallowed by the warm cup of his mouth on my intimate, bared skin for the very first time. I arched involuntarily toward the ceiling, my nipples straining against their confines. Heat blossomed so violently in my core I moaned out of sheer reflex.
“My god, you sound as good as you taste,” Frankie murmured against me. His tongue traced the bud of nerves at the peak, flicking it in slow circles. Every hair on my body stood on edge, pleasure radiating through my bones like heavy bass. “Spread your legs nice and wide for me, Trouble. Let me go a little crazy.”
I parted without question, letting my knees fall open around him. His mouth delved back down, this time tasting every inch on the way to my opening and plunging his thick tongue inside of me.
My fingers flung to his scalp, holding him tightly for support as my arms gave out and my spine hit the floor on a tortured groan. “Yes,” I praised. “Yes, yes.” I tightened like a spool, every muscle in my lower half suddenly with a mind of its own, contracting and relaxing with every single stroke of his tongue. He sucked and tugged at my clit, pinching it between his lips.
“I like that word.” His hand snaked up my body, pulling the neckline of my dress down to reveal the lacey cups of my bra. “Take your fucking tits out for me.” His voice was strained, the words muffled behind his teeth. “Christ, O, I can’t wait to feel this pussy for real.”
What was it about the filth that came out of this man’s mouth that dissolved me to liquid magma? I was so turned on I could count down the seconds to my orgasm.
Sweat beaded on my temples as I crisscrossed my arms over my torso and gripped the bundled fabric of my dress, arching my back to pull it directly over my head in one swift movement. My bra followed as I unclipped it eagerly and spread myself bare on the cashmere-colored carpet.
Frankie’s movements stalled, the fire in his eyes no longer just a reflection of the glass and flames behind my head. There was desperation so flagrantly on display I felt for a moment like the most powerful woman in the world. I was on my back but he was lying down before me, my satisfaction his only precedence.
He teased a finger inside of me, the familiar feeling of it making every lash of his tongue land tenfold. My hips buzzed and the tightening in my lower belly became unbearable.
“The way your body responds…” Frankie whispered. “It’s so fucking hot.” He pressed another finger inside me with the first and I gasped out a sharp moan as they curled in slow strokes, petting a spot that rendered me blind. Satisfaction floated from my mouth in a symphony. “Hi, beautiful.” He laughed sweetly, the sound branding itself in my core memories on impact. “There she is, there’s my girl.”
“Frankie, oh…God.” My thighs squeezed around him.
“Is it good, baby?”
My eyes got lost somewhere in the back of my head. “So…” I mumbled. “So…”
“Show me how good.”
His mouth found my clit again and I erupted in pleasure. My insides clamped down so violently I saw nothing but darkness for a moment before my vision returned, the tidal wave of an orgasm sucking every last breath of air from my lungs. My chest rose and fell in a chaotic rhythm as Frankie dragged the final spasms out with his fingers.