Page 29 of Tempting Frankie
I break the kiss, leaving Francesca breathless. “Turn back around,” I command softly. “I want you to watch yourself.”
She obeys, facing the mirror once more. I stand behind her, drinking in the sight of her naked body. “Spread your legs for me.”
Francesca hesitates for just a moment before complying. I can see how wet she is already, her inner thighs glistening in the soft light.
“Good girl,” I purr. “Now, I want you to touch yourself. Start with your breasts.”
Her hands tremble slightly as she cups her full breasts, kneading the soft flesh. I watch her reflection intently, noting how her nipples harden under her own touch.
“That's it,” I encourage. “Pinch your nipples. Harder.”
She gasps as she follows my instructions, her hips rocking slightly. I can tell she's aching for more.
“Now, trail one hand down your stomach. Slowly.”
Francesca obeys, her fingers tracing a path down her soft belly. I growl in approval.
“Lower,” I command. “Touch your pussy for me. Show me how wet you are.”
Her breath hitches as her fingers make contact with her slick folds. “Fuck,” she whimpers.
“Spread yourself open,” I instruct, my voice low and gravelly. “I want to see every inch of your pretty little cunt.”
She does as I say, using two fingers to part her lips. I can see how swollen and needy she is, her clit peeking out from its hood.
“Beautiful,” I murmur. “Now, rub your clit. Nice and slow.”
Francesca starts to circle her clit with her middle finger, her hips rocking into the touch. I watch her face in the mirror, captivated by the way her lips part and her eyes flutter closed.
“Eyes open,” I remind her. “I want you to watch yourself fall apart under my command.”
She forces her eyes open, meeting my gaze in the mirror. The raw desire I see there nearly undoes me.
“That's my good girl,” I praise. “You're doing so well. Now, slip a finger inside.”
Francesca moans as she pushes a finger into her wet heat. I can see her walls clenching around the digit, hungry for more.
“Another,” I demand. “Fuck yourself with two fingers. Nice and deep.”
She adds a second finger, her breath coming in short pants as she pumps them in and out. The wet sounds of her arousal fill the room, mingling with her soft whimpers and moans.
“Look at you,” I growl. “So fucking beautiful. You're dripping for me, aren't you, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she gasps, her hips rocking against her hand. “Oh god, Alexander...”
“Faster now,” I urge. “Fuck yourself on those pretty fingers. Show me how badly you want to cum.”
Francesca's pace quickens, her breasts bouncing with the force of her movements. Obscene sounds fill the air as she fucks herself.
Her free hand moves to her clit, circling it frantically as I hold her upright. Her moans grow louder, more desperate.
“Are you close?” I ask, my voice rough with arousal.
She nods unable to form words.
“Then cum for me, Francesca. Cum all over those pretty fingers. Show me how good it feels.”
With a keening cry, she comes undone. Her body shakes violently, pussy clenching around her fingers as waves of pleasure crash over her.
