“I’m not going to stop,” he grunts, his fingers already going to his shirt buttons. I fumble to help him, and as he discards the fabric, I’m treated to the sight of a perfectly-sculpted torso. I can’t help but run my palms down his hard chest, but Frisco isn’t interested in lingering; he’s already attacking my own shirt, stripping it up and over my head with practiced ease. I’m left in my bra, and he makes a low noise as his eyes sweep over my décolletage. I can feel his erection against my skirt, and I grind against him in desperation as he drops his mouth to my neck. “I’ve thought about this for so long,” he mutters against my skin, sucking it hard enough to leave a mark. “I want this.”
“Please, Frisco,” I plead, sounding desperately needy, “please-”
I don’t even have to finish the sentence for him to catch my meaning because the next thing I know his hand is lifting my skirt and plunging under the hem to caress the heat between my legs. The movement makes me shiver, and to my shame, my lace panties are already soaked with arousal. This doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Fuck, Libby,” Frisco groans, sinking his teeth into my neck for a fresh burst of delightful pain. He grapples for a moment before thrusting his fingers into my panties, tracing my drenched pussy with single-minded intent. His fingers are feather light when they brush my slippery nub, sending a fresh wave of desire through my body. That’s all the warning I get before he slides a digit inside me, his thumb returning to stroke my clit as he searches for my g-spot. By now, I’m not much more than a puddle, writhing underneath him as his deft movements light up my core. “So wet already,” he growls against my skin, and I tighten my grip on his hair just as his mouth returns to mine.
I kiss him back desperately. It’s the only thing I can do at this point because my orgasm is already building. Have I ever been with a guy this skilled in bed? It’s like he’s carrying me away on a wave of pleasure. In all the months I spent with Patrick, he never brought these feelings out in me, not even in our most intimate moments. What have I been missing out on?
That’s all I have time to think about though, because in the next second I’m coming, bucking up against the alpha male’s hand as stars burst in front of my eyes. Frisco doesn’t let up as I ride out the aftershocks, and it’s only when he finally withdraws his hand with a slick pop that I’m able to think clearly. Still panting, I gasp, “Do you want to-”
“Yes,” he says, not letting me finish. He sits up for a moment, treating me to another view of his gorgeous body, before he urges me upright and attacks the clasp of my bra. The next thing I know, the lace on the floor, leaving my breasts uncovered. The cold air makes me shiver, my nipples already hardening, and I feel a strange bout of self-consciousness. This was my idea, but being exposed like this makes me feel incredibly vulnerable.
But Frisco’s eyes sweep over my large tits hungrily, drinking me in like I’m the most gorgeous girl he’s ever seen. “You’re so beautiful,” he rasps, and then he lowers his mouth to take one nipple in his mouth. I cry out with pleasure.
“Oh! Unnnh, yes!”
The feeling of his tongue and teeth on my breast is enough to drive me crazy, and even though I just came, I can already feel myself revving up once more. “Please, please,” I whimper, my hands running over his carved muscles.
Frisco doesn’t need telling twice because he hauls my skirt and panties down in one fluid movement. I kick them off, now completely nude in front of him, and drop my hands to the button of his pants. I can see his erection straining against the fabric, and even though he’s still covered, I can tell he’s big. Like, big big. Goosebumps cover my arms as I wrestle his pants off, and I shiver in anticipation as Frisco pushes me back onto the couch, hooking one of my legs up over his hip as he lines up and then enters me with one smooth push.
My arms drop to the couch, and a daze overtakes me at the feeling of him stretching me open. Holy hell, I’m being split in half and I let out a small cry of mixed pleasure and pain. Frisco, his ice blue eyes boring into mine, gives me a moment to adjust to his girth before he begins to move, his strong arms supporting him as he thrusts into me.
“You’re doing great, baby girl. You’re taking me like a champ,” he rasps.