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A gentle cast of sunlight streamed through the window, splashing golden hues across the bedsheets, warming the cotton fabric. The light reached Mel’s face, causing her to stir from her dreams and cracked open her eyelids. She snapped them shut in discomfort at the intense bright light. The sounds of a waking city invaded the quiet room through the opening of the old paned window. A dog barked down the block; a huge truck hummed past on the street below. There was the deep rumble and loud pop of a sports car as it sped down a side street close by; the sound was obnoxious.
Frank must have forgotten to close the window the night before.
A major crash extended their shift, bringing in an onslaught of patients, extending their shift several hours. Exhausted, they’d stumbled home afterwards, barely able to eat leftover pasta and take a hot shower before crawling right into bed.
So, how could she blame him? She had forgotten about the window, too.
She kept her eyes closed and tried to push herself back into her dreams — as if she could just pretend to still be asleep, then maybe her brain would take the hint and fall back into unconsciousness. A minute or two passed, and the warmth of the sun on her face and the bright orange of the haze through her eyelids wasn’t helping.
At least Mel and Frank both had the day off, and their plan was to take Becca to a nearby park for a picnic. Frank was so good with Becca, making her laugh with his jokes. When the three of them were together, Becca would often ask him to kiss Mel because she thought Mel needed it. He was always happy to oblige, leaning in to give Mel an enthusiastic peck. There was a part of her that worried he might grow tired of Becca’s childish asks, but he never did. It lifted a huge weight from her to see how easily he fit into their lives, that he seemed just as excited to see Becca as she was to see him. By evening’s end, Becca’s excitement would wane, and she’d fall asleep on her recliner while Mel and Frank cuddled up under a blanket on the couch to watch a movie.
Mel sighed. Now that she was thinking of the plans for the day, she knew she wouldn’t fall back asleep. She blinked her eyes open slowly and scrunched her nose against the bright sunlight in her eyes. Frank’s arm was wrapped around her waist as he spooned her, his breath tickling the short hair on the back of her neck with his every exhale. She knew that if she moved, he would wake up — he was such a light sleeper, but now that she was hyper-aware of the annoying sensation on the back of her neck, she was struggling to stay still as to not disturb him.
He groaned behind her and tightened his arm around her waist, digging his nose deeper into her hair, which, unfortunately, only made the tickle worse.
“Frank.” She croaked out just barely above a whisper — not wanting to startle him. She shrugged her shoulders and wiggled in an attempt to move away from him. The feeling was getting worse, like little bugs crawling on her neck. It took all her willpower to keep herself from slapping the back of her neck, so that she wouldn’t accidentally smack him.
“Hmm?”
“Can you please let me go?” She asked, much louder this time.
That seemed to wake him up. He lifted his head and removed his arm from around her waist so he could rub the sleep from his eyes and pushed himself up onto one arm behind her. “What’s wrong?” He asked softly, his light blue eyes meeting hers as she rolled over onto her back to look up at him.
Now that he was no longer breathing down her neck, she sighed in relief as the tickle subsided. “Sorry, I just…” She closed her eyes and let out a frustrated sound. She hated this part of herself, the part that would get overstimulated and force her to ruin a perfectly good morning cuddle. Logically, she knew she hadn’t ruined the morning, and she knew Frank wouldn’t think so either. “I just got a little ticklish and needed a second.”
“Hey.” He reached his hand up and rubbed his thumb along her cheek so that she opened her eyes. “You don’t need to apologize for that, baby. Ever.”
She cradled his hand against her face, enjoying the feeling of his rough palm against the skin of her cheek and basking in the small comfort he was giving her.
“Better?” he asked, a small smile on his lips.
She nodded, comforted by his touch, relaxing her tensed up muscles. “Much better.”
“Good.” Using his palm, he guided her face towards him to brush a sweet and tender kiss to her lips. “How did you sleep, sweetheart?”
She pondered the question for a moment. “Good. Well … actually, more like okay.”
“Always so honest.” He chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose, which caused her to scrunch it up at him.
“Would you rather I weren’t?” Sometimes she wished she weren’t so honest. Being too open with others had gotten her into a lot of uncomfortable social situations over the years.
“Never,” he said in a tone he always used when she said something he found silly. Strands of his dark brown hair fell into his face as he looked at her, framing his eyes. She didn’t know anyone else who had clear blue eyes and yet had such dark hair — the gene combination was rare. Maybe just as rare as her finding someone like Frank, or them finding each other. “I love how honest you are.”
He seemed to be the only person in the world who saw her, who understood all her idiosyncrasies but loved her all the same. He knew they built up who she was, and without them she would be a different person.
“I love you.” She smiled and brushed her fingers through the stray strands of hair on his forehead; loving the way the sunlight made his hair lighten to a slight caramel color on the top.
There was a tenderness to him in the morning when they woke up in their bed together; a softness and ease to him that only appeared when he first woke up. Something that only she got to see.
It was an exciting thought. To know that she saw a side of Frank that no one else did — she brushed her hand to the back of his head and pulled him to her so that she could kiss him again. This side of him struck a chord of possessiveness within her.
The kiss started off slow and sensual, as they basked in each other’s presence and the golden sunshine on their skin. She scratched her fingers along the nape of his neck to run her fingers over the shaved part of his head. After a few minutes, the kiss got more insistent and intense. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and turned the hand that had been resting on her cheek over so he could intertwine their fingers. He moved their hands so he was pressing hers into the pillow next to her head.
The attentiveness that she got from him was something that she hadn’t known she wanted — no, needed — in a partner until him. She felt seen and cared for, which were two things that she always made sure she did for others but rarely felt in return.
“I love you, too.” He released her lip from his mouth and stared at her as if she were the only person in the world, as if she were the only one who mattered.
Sometimes she felt so consumed with the need for him, and by the way she would catch him looking at her when he thought she wouldn’t notice, she knew he needed her, too. The low burn and ache that had started in her stomach during the kiss turned into a spark. “Did you sleep well?” She said softly, enjoying the warmth of both the sun and him.
His grin grew impish, and there was a playful gleam in his eyes as he rolled himself on top of her. That look caused her to let out a small nervous laugh as she spread her thighs to either side of his hips, allowing him to settle in between them — she could feel his morning wood at her center as he laid his full weight on her. She loved it when he lay on her; the full weight of him on top of her was better than any weighted blanket she ever had.
“I always sleep well when I am with you, pretty girl.” His lips caught hers in another bruising kiss.
Mel practically preened at the pet name. Before Frank, she never really considered herself pretty. Not that she didn’t think she was pretty, because she knew someone could consider her to be — especially when she put makeup on and left her hair down instead of braiding it like she usually did. But he made it a point to call her pretty or beautiful or gorgeous every chance he got. Even when she didn’t feel pretty, he would still kiss her senselessly and tell her she was. Frank was honest, too. She could tell by the way his eyes softened, the way his lips parted when he looked at her, how his voice lowered when he spoke. The sincerity written all over his face always made her skin heat up and wetness pool between her thighs.
A desperate feeling rushed over her from her thoughts. She wanted — needed — him closer; that spark he started with his kiss bursting into a flame in her belly. She wrapped her legs around his waist to cling to him, her hands running up his back in an eagerness to touch him.
He rolled his hips, grinding himself against her; groaning into her mouth and swirling his tongue around hers as if he could devour her. A thrill shot through her, knowing how greedy they were for the other.
There were too many clothes between them, so she reached a hand down to grab the bottom of his shirt and tugged it, indicating she wanted it off. He took the hint and broke their kiss to peel his shirt off. The glow of sunlight splashed across his bare chest and illuminated his chest hair; she reached down to trail her fingers through the hair on his abdomen.
She never had to worry about Frank’s feelings for her, because she could always read his yearning and want for her on his face — his love for her so obvious in those light blue eyes. He stared down at her with such intensity that when he pushed his hands up underneath her sleep shirt to grab her hips, she moaned and arched her back towards him.
“Frank…” She breathed and ran her hand down his happy-trail to the band of his boxers.
“Mmmm. What do you want, baby?” He placed a kiss on her knee and nipped at the skin there.
She felt her face warm up as she blushed at his words. Even though she loved hearing dirty talk from Frank, it was something she struggled with saying back. She wasn’t exactly sure why that was, but she felt awkward when she did it. He always told her how hot he found it, and he was slowly building her confidence about it. But it didn’t stop her from feeling slightly embarrassed when she did it, even if there was no real reason to be.
“I want…” She trailed off as he kissed his way down her leg.
He ran his hands up the back of her thighs, positioning her so he could suck on the inside of her thigh. But he slowed down and came to a stop when she didn’t say anything else and lifted his head up to look at her. “Want what?” He teased, stroking down her thighs — knowing just the right amount of pressure and where to touch to drive her wild. His question barely registered in her mind; his hand’s movements had made her thoughts scatter.
She closed her eyes in an attempt to form her thoughts, but Frank made a guttural sound of protest at the back of his throat when she did. “Hey, look at me. Keep your eyes open. I want you to look at me when you say it, pretty girl.” She opened her eyes and found his eyes piercing into her.
“Come on, Mel. Tell me what you want me to do to you. Let me hear you say it.”
The pure lust that she saw in his eyes helped her gain the courage to blurt, “I want you to put your mouth on me.” At first, she closed her eyes in embarrassment before snapping them open again when she remembered his command. She was glad she did, because she watched his lips pull into a mischievous grin that sent a tingle down her spine.
“My mouth is on you.” His tone was teasing — he knew exactly what she had meant.
“Frank … please.”
“Not until you tell me, sweetheart.” He nipped at the sensitive skin of her thigh again, his eyes never leaving hers. It was like it was a direct line to her core; the sensations even just from his mouth were building up a fire underneath her skin.
“Please, Frank. Please, I … want you to eat me out.” She said softly and watched his heated stare intensify as he let out a low groan into the side of her knee. “Please.” She added, because she knew he loved it when she begged.
“I would love to, baby.” He moaned as he kissed down her thigh until he reached her cotton panties.
“God, you are so wet for me.” He admired the dark wet spot on her panties. He pushed her knees up towards her and spread them so that he could easily get to her. He pressed his nose hungrily into the wet fabric, nuzzling the cotton so that it rubbed into her sensitive skin, groaning at the taste of her. He worked his way up to her clit and sucked on it lightly through the fabric.
Her head fell back, eyes closed, as he mouthed her over the cotton. It was both too much and not enough with the barrier between his mouth and her. “Frank…” She gasped, one of her hands threaded through his hair as she tried to pull his face deeper into her.
But he took his time with her, as he always did, sucking and licking. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to her and rubbed his hands tenderly up and down her thighs. He slipped a finger through the side of her panties and ran it up and down her slit — getting his finger wet.
She opened her eyes when she felt him sit back again on his ankles, and watched as he licked his finger clean, his eyes locked on hers the whole time. She felt breathless and her skin felt overheated just watching him enjoy the taste of her. She was eager to feel him on her bare skin.
“God, princess. You taste so good.” He tugged her panties off her, and he groaned, taking her in before he eagerly shoved her legs wide and licked her pussy from top to bottom—the path his finger had taken just moments before.
He delved his tongue into her, lapping at the pool of wetness before licking up to suck on her clit. Without the cloth barrier, she felt like she was a live wire of electricity. A low moan escaped her when he flicked his tongue over her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure cascading through her.
“That’s it, baby. Let me hear how good I make you feel,” he uttered huskily, kissing down her slit and sticking his tongue inside her, his whole face pressed into her.
She was panting now, no longer holding back or embarrassed about the sounds she was making. The fire in her belly grew with every lick of his tongue. She sank deeper into pleasure, and with Frank studying her like he’d have a test, it didn’t take long for her to approach climax. It was like he knew when she was on the cusp of an orgasm because he’d pull back when she was right there.
After he pulled back a second time right before she climaxed, Mel was starting to feel coiled too tight. The edging was too much, and she wasn’t above begging now. “Please…” Her hips were moving, trying to lift themselves up to get closer to his face, but he just put more pressure on her thighs to keep her still. He groaned, and she could feel the vibrations on his tongue as he licked her. “Frank … please.”
“You’re such a needy girl.” His voice was hoarse as he pushed her shirt up over her breasts. His hand brushed against one of her hard nipples, tugging on it sensually as he lapped at her wetness.
Mel felt as if she was going to burst out of her own skin. She was panting heavily and just wanted to reach that precipice he kept teasing her with. Her eyes were closed, and she was unabashedly babbling at him — a mixture of “please, let me come,” and “I need you,” and “yes, right there” in the hopes that he would give her what she needed.
“Come for me, baby.” His voice and his mouth and his hand on her breast finally pushed her over the edge. She moaned and quivered underneath him, feeling that coil that was wound up tightly inside of her finally release.
He kissed soothing and light kisses up her thigh as she was coming down, she watched his eyes run over her body and admire every inch of her exposed skin. She felt pliant and relaxed, but she also wanted more.
“I want you inside me.” Those light blue eyes immediately snapped up to hers, and whatever he read in her gaze caused him to close his eyes to bite back a strangled noise.
“God … the things you do to me.” He shoved his boxers off, and she barely had a moment to admire his fully naked body before he kissed up her stomach and smoothed his hands up her sides.
She arched into him and gasped when his lips latched onto one of her nipples and he nibbled on it. Her orgasm was building up again as he cupped her other breast in his hand — flicking his thumb over the oversensitive nipple. She brought her hands up so that she could run her hands over the firm muscles of his shoulders. The feeling of his hard cock against her thigh was making her ache for him.
“Frank, please.” She hooked her legs around his back to pull him to her, but he didn’t budge.
Frank bit and sucked her breasts, and when Mel made a frusterated sound, he cooed, “Shhh, let me take care of you.”
“Take care of me by coming inside me…” She begged, unashamed of the need in her. “Please.”
That broke the final bit of his weakening self-restraint. He captured her mouth in a heated kiss, swirling his tongue around hers. One of his hands reached down to grab his cock in his fist so that he could rub the tip of himself up and down her pussy, coating himself in her wetness.
His lips pulled just slightly away from hers, panting. “I will always take care of you, baby. I will always give you what you need.” Then he lined himself up with her entrance and began to sink gradually into her.
She moaned, and he captured her lips in a bruising kiss — pushing into her until he was fully seated. For a minute, he didn’t move, just kissed her with an intensity that made her lightheaded. She clenched around his cock and arched her back to press her breasts into his chest.
“Jesus, Mel.” He groaned. “God, you are so tight.”
He pumped his hips in short and shallow thrusts, rocking into her, grinding his pelvis against her clit with each motion. He put his hand behind her knee and pushed her leg up towards her chest so that he could hit a deeper angle that had her seeing stars. She hitched her other leg high around his hip and dug her fingers into his back.
He pulled back from kissing her so that he could rest his forehead against hers, and he glanced down at where their bodies joined. He watched himself pump in and out of her.
“Look at you. You take me so well.” He set a faster pace, pulling his cock out further each time so that he could snap his hips firmly back into her. The noises that were coming out of her now were incoherent as he hit that tantalizing spot inside of her with each thrust. His fingers dug into her thigh to stretch her even wider for him. “That’s it.”
When she clenched down on him tight, it caused him to lose his rhythm for a beat, and he let out a strangled noise. “Fuck … That’s it. Just like that,” he murmured and picked up his pace — his hips now pounding fiercely into hers.
He stroked his hand down her thigh and rubbed circles on her clit. “Come on, baby. Come for me.”
At Frank’s command, she came, and it was as if the world had stopped spinning. Her mind went blank as the intensity of her climax shook through her. Her limbs felt heavy, and her thighs shook around his still-pumping hips. As each wave of the orgasm crashed through her, she felt her pussy clench tight around his cock.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck.” He buried himself completely into her as he reached his own climax, letting out a low moan into her lips. She felt his hot strands of cum coat the inside of her, filling her up. He gently fell on top of her and enveloped her with his body. Being sweaty and sticky would normally bother Mel, but not in these moments. Not with Frank.
She just felt warm and loved when she was with him.
They stayed just like that for a bit — him inside of her as she traced lazy patterns on his back.
After a couple of quiet minutes, he kissed her softly. This kiss was gentle and sweet and didn’t have any of the desperation the other kisses had.
“I love you.” Frank said when he pulled back, those light blue eyes staring deeply into hers, full of love and satisfaction.
“I love you, too. So much.”