Hold on to Hope

Girl bare.

Her slit was perfect. Pink and wet. Her puckered asshole just as sweet.

My cocked twitched, desperate to let go.

Wanted it all. Every inch. Every cell. Every moment. All her heartache and all her joy.

I found her reflection in the huge ornate mirror that sat on the ground with the top rested up high on the wall to our right.

Taking in the whole scene.

The pool table.

Frankie Leigh.

Me.

Us.

Those eyes flashed need.

Surrender.

I smoothed a hand over her bottom. “You wore this just to drive me insane, didn’t you? You knew exactly what it’d do to me, didn’t you?”

She pushed back, begging for my touch, our eyes locked in the reflection. “I told you I was dressin’ for someone special.”

I let my knuckle run the course of her slit.

She was shaking, holding on, her ass in the air as I wound her back up again.

I stepped back so I could flick through the buttons on my jeans, shoved them and my underwear free while I relished in the sight of her shivering with anticipation.

Still was having a hell of a time realizing that this was us. That she was mine. That she was always going to be.

“You are every fantasy I’ve ever had, Unicorn Girl.” I twisted her hair up again, tugging her back an inch, meeting her eye in the mirror. “Did you know that? Look at you.”

I leaned over so I could kiss along the curve of her shoulder, tongue licking out, eyes watching her in the mirror through the shadows.

That energy rushed. Boomed and simmered. Coming to a head.

Like it was getting ready to turn into something brand new.

Her head shook, wild mane flying all over. “I can’t believe it’s even half as good as looking at you. You keep stealin’ my breath, Evan. Same way as you stole my heart the first day I saw you.”

F-R-A-N-K-I-E.

I signed it out against her back.

A brand.

A tattoo.

I LOVE YOU. LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH. NEVER GOING TO LET YOU GO. NOT EVER AGAIN.

I gripped her by the waist, shifting languages, loving that Frankie could hear me in every way.

Our senses tied.

Our spirits bound.

“Tell me you want me as badly as I want you.”

She strained back, pressing her ass against my dick. “Yes. Please. Always. Forever. Any way you want me, I’m yours.”

I slipped a single finger through the cleft of her ass, dipped it into her needy pussy.

Frankie Leigh squirmed, desperate for more.

Body nothing but a plea.

This time, it was me who was groaning when I grabbed myself, pressed the head of my cock to her lips.

I slowly spread her. Nudged in an inch.

Lust clutched my guts, and I took her in one solid thrust.

Frankie jolted forward, nails scraping at the green felt of the pool table, girl bent over this way the most seductive thing I’d ever seen.

Paradise.

This girl was paradise. The feel of her clutching my dick, the constant throb of our bodies as we begged for the other.

Bare.

Frankie was on the pill, and I was clean, and there was no better feeling than zero space between us.

“You are perfect,” I raked out, splaying my hand out to run up the small of her back, riding up her spine as I pressed her chest against the table.

I wound my other hand around to find her clit.

Rubbing her fast.

Fucking her hard.

My attention turned to the mirror.

To the silhouette of us as I rocked my hips, as she fought to meet me thrust for thrust.

The intensity swelled and the energy flashed.

Strikes of lightning.

Thunderbolts of greed.

Devotion tightened my chest and the impending pleasure knotted my guts.

I drove faster and faster, words tumbling from my tongue, “You are my life, Frankie Leigh. I’m going to give you everything.”

“Everything,” she confessed, giving me the same.

Her pants rose into the air. Meshed with mine.

Our hearts racing to meet.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Bodies smacking. Her sweet body getting ready to blow.

Could feel her clamping down on my cock. The friction and the slide.

Took her as deep as I could, until her mouth was dropped open, riding a fine line of pain and pleasure.

Felt it the second she shattered.

Splintering into a million pieces.

Her body an earthquake.

She throbbed and pulsed and it set me off.

That ball of greed fracturing out.

Broken.

Coming together.

Two of us one.

And it shouldn’t be possible, but after today? After the highs and the lows? I didn’t think we had ever been so close.

I stayed there bent over her, holding her in my arms as our chests heaved and our pulses thundered.

As our spirits swam.

I inhaled a tight, ragged breath, pushed back the mess of her hair with my nose so I could nuzzle against her cheek, both my hands winding around to hold her by the chest. My mouth moved to her ear. “Want to marry you, Frankie Leigh. Want to build a home. Want to be with you like this every day.”