Page 35 of Be Mine

At first, I broached the topic carefully, giving her a choice in the matter. It only made sense since her and Cosmos were here practically every night, anyway. But Frankie likes to challenge me on some things, so I did what any morally sound person would: I threatened to kidnap her. Again.

Resting my shoulder against the door frame, I fold my arms over my chest and take her all in. Right now, she’s flitting around our living room, unloading boxes. Her hair is piled on top of her head in a messy bun. Her curves are obscured by an oversized band tee, black leggings, and fuzzy socks hiked halfway up her legs. Her face is free of her signature winged eyeliner and faux eyelashes, but she couldn’t look more stunning.

This woman has bewitched me. Ever since I was a prepubescent boy, I’ve been captivated by her. Her kindness, her unwillingness to conform to societal norms. And those eyes. God, those eyes. The way the liquid gold fuses with the chocolate rim of her iris. One look into her honeyed gaze and any of mycarefully constructed control crumbles. She is the warmth that thaws me.

She pulls items from the box, mixing her eclectic décor with my minimalistic. She’s chaos personified, and if it was anyone else, I’d likely lose my mind. But when she places something that looks strangely like a dead beetle, wings spread wide, in a black frame on the TV stand, I can't help but think this is home.

Looking over her shoulder, she catches me staring and offers me a coy smile. I want to sink my teeth into those lips until they bleed, then use her blood and saliva to lubricate my cock.

“Are you going to stand there all day and watch me like a creep?”Oh, she’s in a bratty mood today.

“I was simply enjoying how good you look in our space.” I push off the door.

“You’re sure you’re okay with me doing this? I know how you are, Mr. Anal Retentive.”Excessively bratty.It makes my palm twitch with the need to mar her flawless skin with the print of my hand.

“Mr. Anal Retentive, huh?” I swallow up the distance between us, pressing my front to her back, my hand instantly to her throat. She doesn’t resist, instead she melts into me, tipping her head back to give me better access.

“I said what I said.” She shrugs, tilting to look at me while biting back a smile.

“You’re really asking for it aren’t you?” Bending down, I swipe my tongue along those luscious lips, savoring the taste of her. Twisting in my hold, her arms wrap around my shoulders, and she looks up at me with doe eyes.

“I’m not sure what you mean, maybe you should elaborate,” she teases, and if I had any resolve with this woman, it would be demolished. In one swift move, I sweep her off her feet and carryher bridal style to our bedroom. I love how that sounds.Our.She squeals and protests, but my hold never falters.

Setting her on her feet, I kiss her briefly, backing up and settling on the edge of the bed. “Get naked. Now,” I grit out. I love undressing her myself, peeling away those layers to reveal that perfect body underneath, but I also go crazy watching her do it herself. And right now, I want to sit back and enjoy every delectable curve as it’s unveiled.

Frankie rises to the challenge, removing her shirt first, pulling it up and over her body in a seductive way as she tosses it to the floor. Her breasts are spilling over her black, lace bra, her tattoos on full display. The pendant I gave her hangs low between them. She pins me with a mischievous stare before lowering her leggings, and bending over to free her feet. I get an enticing view of her ample ass in the mirror behind her.

I hung it with intention, and tonight, I plan on making use of it. It’s already fulfilling its purpose as I take in every dip and curve of her backside. The way her black thong stretches along the seam of her ass when she bends, separating the round globes that I want to bury my face, tongue, and cock in. Said cock is aching painfully in the confines of my pants, but I’m a patient man. The end result will be worth the wait.

Straightening, she takes her time with her bra and panties, removing them gradually, exposing every inch of skin like the treasure it is. When the thong goes, I nearly bust in my pants. I have to run my palm up and down my length a few times to relieve some of the pressure. I’m in awe of her. She has a body that men worship and women envy. Wide hips. Thick thighs. Narrow waist. And breasts that are heavy and fit just right in the palm of my hands.

Sauntering towards me like the seductress she is, she stands between my spread legs, hands running over my biceps, my shoulders. “Am I the only one getting naked? Or are yougoing to take off your clothes, too?” Those tits sway in front of my face, rosy nipples peaked. I resist the urge to embed my face between them. Instead, I run my fingers down her sternum, tracing the lines of the bat wings that hug the underside of her breasts, marveling at how her nipples tighten even more. How her skin breaks out in goosebumps at my touch.

“Oh, I’m getting naked, baby.” Reaching behind me, I pull my t-shirt off, bringing her body flush with mine so I can feel her heat against me. My mouth lashes out and claims her nipple, sucking it, encouraging it to harden more. Frankie arches into me, her sweet moans like music to my ears. My fingers drift down to her center, running through the V of hair she keeps. Her lips are bare and already slick with need. Cupping her in my hand, I apply pressure with my palm and watch as her hips gyrate, chasing the whisper of pleasure I’m offering.

“Noah.” She lets a throaty gasp slip from her lips, her nails embedding themselves into my back.

I quirk an eyebrow at her, savoring the flush of her cheeks. “What do you need, Frankie baby?”

“I need you.” Her body ripples into me, undulating under my touch. I slip a finger between her seam, testing the waters, slowly beckoning her to come undone. She’s molten hot and absolutely soaked. Bringing my finger to my lips, I suck her juices off me. Frankie’s pupils blow wide, those honey irises nearly extinguished.

“Have I told you how fucking sweet you taste?” I whisper, retracing my trail back to her pussy, this time spearing her on my fingers, first two, then three. I twist, pressing on that spot inside her that’s slightly different in texture, rubbing and massaging it until I get the response I crave. My thumb forms circles on her clit, coaxing her toward an orgasm.

Soon, she’s shuddering for me and I soak it all in. Her head thrown back, elongating her throat. Her pulse fluttering.The rising and falling of her breasts as her chest heaves. Her hips swiveling. Her pussy grinding into my hand, fucking me back. Her juices are pooling in my palm as she tightens around my fingers.So close. She lets out an exquisite moan that has my cock pulsing in my pants, soaking me with pre-cum.

When I know she’s on the precipice, I pull my fingers away, letting her teeter on the edge without going over.

She whines in protest, and I can’t help but chuckle as I lick my hand clean of her. But she’s coming on my cock first tonight.

“Turn around,” I grit out. My control has snapped. I need to be buried inside of her.

“Noah,” she whines again, frustrated by her orgasm denial.

“Turn. The. Fuck. Around.”

She huffs, aggravated with me, but she complies. I struggle with my button and zipper, but soon my cock is free. I don’t even bother taking my pants all the way off. I lift my ass and push them to my knees.

I can see her watching me in the mirror, still dazed from her almost orgasm. My hands reach out, grasping her hips, guiding her backward to me.

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