Frankie (Through Time 4)

Could he handle it if she stopped loving him?

Suddenly she was making a trail of kisses down his abs and her voice was primal as she asked him over and over, “Show me, Graely, what do ye want me to do?”

The dark hungers he had kept buried deep inside himself pushed for freedom and burst through all his shields.

Her breasts full and delectable hung with their pert nipples brushing against his chest and she teased him as she bent and dropped kisses on his face.

His hand reached up because he could no longer stop himself. He had to touch touch touch her!

He stopped midway and fought the hunger with every beat of his ragged breath. Noooo, Frankie wasn’t having it. She took his hand and put it at her breast and from that moment on, he was lost.

Innocent. She was his innocent. You can’t unleash yourself on her. He had to find a way of curbing his needs.

He fondled her as gently as he could muster, teased her nipples and bent forward on a low growl to lick

and suckle their pink pertness.

He watched as her head went backward in supplication. He was thrilled as a look of utter pleasure took over her beautiful face. He felt her desire ripple through her body and it electrified him with need, the need to please her.

They were ensconced in the folds of her wondrous wings and he was lost to her every move, her every need. He wanted only her for all time.

She arched, raised herself up to meet his hard cock, and rocked against it persistently, trapped its length and width between her thighs and moved with the beat of an age old instinctive dance.

He put his arms around her and as he rolled her beneath him, her wings tucked in. He worshipped her and he knew he had to be gentle, but how? He had to find a way to control himself because hunger was driving him and he wanted inside of her more than he had ever thought he could want anything.

He knew he had to go easy, but he damn well wanted to ram into her with everything he had and rock her body as completely as he could. He wanted to pleasure her over and over, hear her scream with satisfaction. He wanted to give her everything she could ever want.

Her nipples, damn, hot damn, he loved her nipples, and in that moment, Graely lost all control. Gone were all fears of the future. The present, her in his arms was all there was.

He licked at her rosy tips and their tautness tempted him further. He moved his right knee and used it to spread her thighs.

He nibbled at her flat belly, as his thumb went to her cleft and teased just inside its warm wetness.

He wanted to shove his dick inside, he had to get inside of her, but he managed to temper his needs. He wanted to pleasure her more than himself.

He played with her wet honey sweet scented cleft. He told himself over and over his Frankie was an innocent. His jaw line set with his effort to move slowly, take her gently, but his Frankie had other ideas.

“Don’t hold back, Graely,” Frankie’s voice was low and firm. “I’m not a fragile human, I am a Fae, like ye—like ye, Graely and the darkness in me needs this from ye.”

His resolve melted like butter on a hot stove. With a joy he had never experienced in all his thousands of years, his finger explored her deep opening, teasing her sex into a passion he could see and take hold of. She said she was like him, but he knew she was so much better, so much more.

She pumped into his touch, and all he knew was that he wanted to taste her, have that taste on his tongue for all time. He raised her knees as he spread her thighs wider apart and lowered his head to her tuft of hair, stroking it out of his way.

“Frankie, I worship you—would die for you,” he whispered as his tongue lapped at her honey-box, as his finger joined his tongue and jiggled her into a pleasure that made her call out his name as she arched and pushed toward his touch.

He found her spot and worked it as she groaned and suddenly she grabbed at his hair and pulled, “Graely, I love ye…love ye…” with which she climaxed and it was a roar of passion and pent up emotion.

Gasping she moved her hands to his face and stroked his shadow beard, whispering words of adoration and thrilled him beyond his ability to express or understand.

He had pleasured his beloved—what more could a male want?

She urged him for more, saying fervently, “Now, Graely, take me now. I want ye inside of me, teaching me how to please ye, making me yers completely,” she whispered.

“Teach you?” He was in the midst of overwhelming feral hunger. He wanted to take his cock and rub it all over her breasts. He wanted to push himself inside and pump her as he had never before, but he tempered it all for her, because of her, and said, “Right, my Frankie, shall we start with this?”

He had straddled her now, putting his hard and oversized cock to her lips, “Some women like to touch and lick…do you think you would like that, love?”

She gave him a saucy smile and took it from his hand into hers, and brought its hard tip to her mouth. She pursed her lips and told him, “Aye, I think I would like to do just that, Dark Prince,” and she licked it length, and kissed its head before taking it slowly into her mouth and sucking it like a straw.