Frank stood by the doorway, not certain of what to do and he couldn't think of the right words to comfort her. All he could do was watch in pity the young girl sprawled naked on the bed, sobbing hysterically into her pillow. Though the view was heart wrenching indeed, he couldn't help wondering if she was still aroused. Very slowly, he walked to the bed and sat at the edge of it, inches away from her trembling body. His hand reached out and stroked her silky hair that ran down her back like a cascade. She stirred slightly and looked back to face him. Her eyes were like puddles of blue.
"Well.... for making you cry so much today."
And it was true. Since knowing her, he'd never seen her cry so. It angered him inside knowing he was the cause of those tears.
"You don't have to apologize. You don't really mean it--"
"I do mean it."
"I've heard apologies before, Frank, I know the deal."
"So your lovers fuck you, apologize and leave?"
"That's about it,"
"You should know better,"
"What do you mean?"
"You should know me
better, that's what I'm talking about."
"I hardly know you...."
"And yet, you're judging me."
"How am I judging you?"
"Assuming I would fuck you and leave."
"Well, didn't you?"
"I'm sitting right here
Frank said this with impatience, hastiness and he took a deep breath before looking back in the eyes that now seemed serene. He hadn't noticed before, but Jill was now resting on her back, exhibiting the naked flesh between her thighs which was still obviously moist with both of their juices. The sight of her pink flesh stirred something in him. He was aroused again.
"Do you mind if I taste you?" he asked, and stroked her inner thigh with the tips of his fingers.
She spread her legs very slowly, her eyes locked on his. "I'll return the favour later." she reached out and pulled Frank between her legs.
The tip of his nose caressed the dark tuft of her pubic hair. He breathed in deeply and shivers ran up and down his spine for a second or so. It was a heavenly smell that sent heat between his thighs; it urged his instincts furthermore. He parted her lips gently and ran his thumb in between them, rubbing her clit with urgency. Jill gripped the sheets beneath her as she groaned hoarsely, and a small scream escaped her lips when Frank plunged a finger into her by surprise. He introduced another two fingers and began, slowly at first, to pleasure her with gentle thrusts. The speed turned reckless in a matter of seconds and Jill's groans turned louder. They turned into vicious yells of inquiry when Frank's fingers stopped moving in her.
"What the fuck?!" she screamed and sat up slightly against the bed. "Don't stop, you moron! Why'd you stop?"
"I've only just begun."
That was his answer before running his tongue between her moistened lips. Jill sighed and lolled her head back against the pillow, at once grabbing at his hair,thrusting his head deeper between her thighs. His tongue flicked over her clit, over the entries of her vagina, as his hands cupped her breasts and lifted them only slightly. He then used his fingers all over again; he drove two into her as far as they would go, almost assaulting her with pain. Jill bit down into her bottom lip to prevent herself from screaming insanely aloud, but it was far too late for acting like a silent lover for once. She squeezed her eyes shut just as she felt her body stiffening and trembling at the same time; now was the time for her second release of the night and it was nothing like she'd ever felt before.
Frank pumped her faster for a few seconds more and when he felt Jill gripping his neck with her fingers, he then decided to slow down. She came beautifully, almost like a virgin and she hissed his name into the sweated pillow. Frank reached over and stroked the side of her face with his wet fingers. He then brought them to her lips and traced the shape of them before inserting them into her mouth.She sucked them dry and sat up and kissed him with a passion that was unknown, even to her. Their tongues played a sensual and tender game for several heated minutes until Frank parted his face from hers and ended it abruptly. Her blue eyes looked startled.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"You kissed me differently."
"What are you talking about?"
"You were gentle," Frank smiled and kissed her again. "Like a flower. Jill? You're nervous."
"Like hell I'm nervous. You're just crazy."
Jill sat up against the bed and rested her chin on her knees. She stared hardly ahead.
"Jill, come on, what's bothering you?"
Of course, Frank already had a clear idea of what was going on in that pretty little head of hers. She was undoubtedly confused and the idea of sharing her bed with a gentle lover stirred her mind into knots. She wasn't accustomed to change. She wasn't accustomed to tenderness.
"I think I want to make love to you, Jill."
"You say it like it's the first time for both of us," she laughed.
"Maybe this time will
be our first time."
"What do you mean?"
"I want to make love to you, not fuck you."
"Is there even a God damn difference, Frank?"
Frank nodded and leaned in for another kiss. "I want to hold you in my arms. I want to look down and see your face properly as you come. You follow?"
"I think so ..."
"I get it, Frank."
"You don't because you've never done it. All you've done is have meaningless sex with strangers. You don't even have a clue about love making."
"And you do?" she retorted.
"I know my way around."
"Around your ex wife who left you?"
The words reached right beneath his skin and angered him deeply. But the rage that shook his fists and clenched his teeth lasted momentarily and Frank was now reassuring her that he would never hurt her. Jill had witnessed a glimpse of his anger.
"I'm sorry." he said truthfully and took her stiff hand in his and kissed it. "I would never lay a finger on you. I promise you that."
"You could be like those other guys and I wouldn't know it. Are you sure this is the real you?"
He lied and she believed him. His anger was his worst quality and his ex wife, Anna knew that very well. Envy drove him to burst into flames, but undying devotion broke him softly like the petals of a flower. A dangerous man in a tender body. Or was it a tender man in a dangerous body?
"I trust you."
Jill whispered these words with an authentic meaning behind them and her eyes grew warm with affection when Frank pulled her into his arms. He grazed the top of her head with his lips and rocked her as if she were a small frightened child, fragile and totally innocent. He loved her like this. Naked both ways. A sensual,irresistible beast and at once, a troubled and vulnerable flower. He kissed her forehead and held her tighter, as if never wanting to let go. He was almost certain she was falling asleep until he heard her soft cracked voice pleading to him.
"Make love to me."
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