"Do you want me to fuck you?" Frank whispered, the heat of his breath vibrating against my earlobe.
"Please fuck me," I answered instantly, the words escaping before I could register the sheer audacity of my reply. It was a complete, reckless surrender.
He guided his head down, lifting my dress and expertly pulling my panties aside, shifting the thin fabric just enough. His mouth found my pussy immediately. His lips and tongue began a slow, deliberate exploration, a guiding, deeply intimate romance of my core.
The urgency was overwhelming. I closed my eyes, urging him onward, holding his head tighter against my pussy—a grip I didn't intend to loosen.
"I'm going to give you a fuck you will never forget," he murmured against my skin, his voice muffled but potent.
I instinctively spread my legs wide, welcoming the deep, relentless rhythm of his tongue.
The moment stretched, electric, until he lifted me quickly, carrying me into the bed. He stripped off his boxers with a practiced movement, his erection springing free.
Turning me to face the bed, he hitched my hips upward. The thrust was swift and deep. As his penis filled my pussy, a ragged, involuntary moan escaped my throat.
"Fuck."
Frank began to move, fast and rough, his hand cupping and kneading my breasts fiercely as his hips worked their unstoppable rhythm.
The speed and the reckless power of his driving thrusts thrilled me. I didn't care about the noise; I was lost in the sound of my own voice.
"Fuck, fuck me hard, God, yes!"
Frank momentarily pulled out, teasing the sensitive entrance of my pussy with the head of his penis, a wicked game that made me gasp and clutch the sheets, desperate for his return.
He plunged back in, driving relentlessly into my vagina.
Few moments later, he then stopped, his breathing harsh, commanding me to turn over. Submitting without question, I flipped, lying face up with my legs spread wide open.
He positioned himself above me, inserting his penis back into my pussy, lowering his body so that his lips met mine—a deep, consuming kiss that promised the coming release consume us.
"Oh my God, you're amazing, this feels incredible! Ohhh! Ahhhh!" My voice, initially a breathless murmur, rose to a ragged shout as Frank began to move within me, a slow, deliberate rhythm that promised both torment and ecstasy. He lowered his head, his dark hair brushing against my neck, as his mouth found my nipple. A jolt, primal and electric, shot through me as he began to suckle it, a tender urgency in his lips and tongue that sent shivers down my spine.
My hands instinctively crossed over his broad, muscular back, holding him impossibly tight against my body. Every nerve ending felt alive, hyper-aware of the delicious friction, the exquisite pressure.
He then lifted his head, a soft, satisfied sigh escaping him as his lips reluctantly left my swollen nipple. His eyes, dark and intense, met mine for a fleeting moment, a flicker of raw, unbridled desire igniting in their depths. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he began to pick up the pace, his thrusts deepening, growing more insistent. This time, the sensation was a sweet, exquisite pain, a glorious surrender that pushed me to the very edge. My shouts were no longer mere sounds; they were uninhibited, raw declarations of pleasure, echoing the primal rhythm of our intertwined bodies.
With a final, deeply satisfying thrust that stole the last breath from my lungs, he slowly withdrew, sliding out of me with a soft, wet pop. He shifted then, collapsing onto his back beside me, his chest heaving, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
He reached out a hand, tracing the curve of my hip, and with a low, husky voice, he invited, "Now climb on top and satisfy yourself." The challenge was clear, the invitation irresistible, and a new wave of desire, potent and empowering, surged through me.
It was at that exact, glorious moment, just as the world threatened to explode, that we heard a voice from the living room.
Anna. She was back.
We froze. Panic seized us both. Frank scrambled off and darted toward the bathroom, slamming the door shut and immediately turning the shower on, hoping the loud spray would mask the sudden silence in the room.
I hastily pulled my dress down, covering myself, smoothing the fabric over my breasts and hips in a desperate attempt to appear composed.
Thank God I hadn't fully removed my panties, I thought, a small, ridiculous whisper of relief in the midst of the chaos.
Anna burst into the room, vibrating with excitement, looking as though she'd just been surprised with a proposal.
"You're back already?" I asked, trying to sound normal, calculatedly slow. If she had gone to the market for groceries as planned, she shouldn't have been back for at least another hour.
"No, I never made it to the market," Anna announced, her eyes glistening. "Ken called! He said he's coming over, so I had to rush back to the house."
Her excitement was infectious, even through my terror. I truly was surprised and happy for her; Ken had declined every invitation to visit her home for the year and two months they'd been dating.
"Are you serious? That's wonderful news," I managed, adjusting myself as she sat eagerly on the edge of the bed.
It was then, in the corner of my eye, that I spotted Frank's crumpled boxers, carelessly discarded. I deftly shifted my body, subtly trapping the fabric with my left hand, pulling it beneath my thigh.
"Where is Frank?" Anna asked, finally noticing his absence.
"Oh, he's just inside the bathroom," I replied easily, forcing a smile. "Taking a shower."