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From the way the front door slammed on his way in, you could tell Frankie’s day did not go well. He rarely took his frustrations with work home with him but sometimes they became too much to hold in. His footsteps made their way through your house to the back porch where you were sitting, heavy and loud.
“Rough one, baby?” you asked softly as he slipped through the screen door and gently closed it behind him. Frankie closed his eyes and sighed heavily, leaning against the door and lightly tapping his forehead against the screen in frustration.
“You have no idea,” he breathed out, moving away from the door and practically throwing his body on the couch next to you. You sunk back into the cushions as you lit your joint, puffing at it to make sure it stayed lit, and extending your hand to Frankie.
You pulled your legs up to curl underneath you and angled your body to face Frankie as you passed the joint to him and dropped your hands into your lap. He mumbled a thank you and brought the joint up to his lips, taking a long drag from it and tilting his head back to exhale upward into the rapidly darkening sky. You could see the tension still tightening his shoulders start to unfurl in the slightest just as your own muscles began to relax along with his.
Frankie rolled the joint between his thumb and middle finger as he stared vacantly into your backyard, doing his best to allow his mind to turn off for the night but finding it harder than he had hoped to leave his day behind him. He took another long hit and took a quick moment to hold in the smoke while he passed the joint back to you, exhaling outward as he turned his head toward you.
Your breath hitched as you watched him, the soft warm glow of the string lights above you casting one side of Frankie’s face in shadow and creating a halo along the edges of his face. He looked ethereal like this, like nothing you’d ever seen or ever would see, you thought. He had you wrapped around his finger more than he could ever know, and it was nights like these when you needed him to know just how devoted you were to him.
You swung your legs out from under you and slowly inched closer to Frankie on the couch, pressing your chest against his bicep. Your lips wrapped tightly around the joint between them, taking one last rip from it before handing it back to him. He took it from you and held it loosely between his index and middle finger as his thumb lightly flicked the ash into the small glass tray on the coffee table.
Frankie turned his head to look at you, the brim of his hat just brushing against your forehead and causing you to both giggle softly. You reached up and pushed it off his head and ran your hand through his flattened curls while your other hand drew large circles along his back. You could feel the muscles under your fingertips starting to unwind, the stresses of his day slowly dissipating with each pass your hand made. Frankie hummed and closed his eyes, pressing back slightly into your touch and taking your other hand in his.
“Let me help, baby,” you murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his temple. You let go of his hand and placed yours on his thigh, squeezing gently. You moved it to rest on the inside of his leg, your thumb rubbing gently along the seam of his worn jeans.
“No, baby, I gotta take a shower, I gotta wash this day off me,” Frankie protested, furrowing his brow as he shook his head. You scoffed and rolled your eyes as you moved your hand further up his leg, the tips of your fingers just barely brushing the crotch of his pants. Frankie leaned forward and gently placed the joint in the ashtray, careful to keep the filter tip hanging on the edge.
You took your hand off Frankie’s back and moved it to his jaw, gripping it tenderly and forcing him to look at you. As your own hazy eyes met his, you felt a rush of wetness pool at your cunt, mesmerized immediately by Frankie’s deep brown gaze. His dilated eyes held such a softness to them that you were sure your own mirrored, and you couldn’t help but smile at the lining of hunger beginning to form around the edges of his pupils.
You bit your bottom lip and leaned in to kiss him with more force than you wanted, Frankie melting into you anyway. He cupped the back of your head and held you to him while you moved to straddle one of his thighs. He slid his hands down your body slowly, feeling the curves and contours of your shoulders, waist, and hips before settling on the backs of your thighs just under your ass. His hands squeezed your soft flesh and you hummed into his mouth as yours both melded together.
Frankie tipped his hips up and lifted his thigh to press it against your covered pussy, feeling the heat coming from you even through his jeans. You released your mouth from Frankie’s and started a trail of wet kisses to his jaw, sucking a spot right at his pulse point and drawing a long moan from him. He squeezed your ass and tilted his head back to open his neck up to you, silently asking for more.
You smirked and dragged your tongue down the column of his throat, stopping to press a line of kisses along his collarbone. Frankie was nearly squirming now, his fingers pressing so hard into you that you thought he might leave bruises. You kept teasing his skin with your mouth while your hands gripped his shoulders and dug into his solid chest.
Your mouth continued its track down Frankie’s torso as you slid off the couch and onto the floor of your patio, thankfully covered by a soft carpet under the couch and coffee table. Frankie whined at the sight of you, eyes dilated and wild, on your knees for him and desperate to do whatever you could to help relieve him of the stress of the day.
Frankie licked his lips and reached down to cup your cheek in his large hand, brushing his thumb against the seam of your lips. You opened your mouth and lightly kissed the rough pad of his thumb while you stared up at him through your lashes. You kept eye contact as you parted your lips further and took his thumb into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip and flattening your tongue against it.
Frankie let out a stuttered breath as he stared at you, shaking his head and gripping your chin with his thumb still in your mouth. He sat up a little as he pressed his thumb against your tongue with minimal effort, then forced your mouth shut with his fingers under your jaw. You hummed in surprise but kept your eager eyes on his quickly darkening ones.
“You like having your mouth full, huh, honey?” he asked, his voice just above a whisper. You nodded your head and hollowed your cheeks a bit to suck on Frankie’s thumb, dipping your head slightly to take the digit all the way to the knuckle. Frankie groaned quietly and nodded along with you.
You pulled off of his thumb with a quiet pop and reached forward to run your hands along his thighs. You could feel yourself getting wetter with every second that passed with Frankie’s dark, bloodshot eyes on you as he picked the joint back up and took another hit. Your cunt clenched at the sight of Frankie exhaling into the air, the column of his throat exposed to you. You made a desperate sound high in your throat, silently praying Frankie didn’t hear it.
Of course, he heard it loud and clear, his head snapping down to look at you, your eyes wide and jaw slack in awe of him. You looked nothing short of fucking angelic to him, knelt in front of him with pure adoration in your gaze. Frankie found himself falling in love over and over again every time you gave him that look, one that told him you would be happy to do whatever he asked. And you showed him time and time again that that was absolutely true.
“What’s wrong, baby? You want something?” he asked, tilting his head to the side and feigning ignorance. He knew what you wanted, and he was more than glad to give it to you, but he also knew how you liked to be teased sometimes. And who was he to deny you? You looked so beautiful with the soft lights around your patio illuminating your form before him, and he was in the right mood for being in charge.
You bit your bottom lip and nodded at him, wrapping one of your hands around his calf as you scooted closer to him. You situated yourself completely between his knees, bringing your hands up to rest on his thick thighs and squeezing.
Frankie hummed and reached down to hold the joint out to you, nodding at you and indicating for you to take a hit while he held it in front of your mouth. You kept your eyes on his as you leaned forward and wrapped your lips around the filter tip, taking a long inhale before Frankie pulled it out of your mouth. You exhaled off to the side, the haze behind your eyes melting quickly into the rest of your body as gentle waves rolled over your muscles.
Frankie held the joint between his lips, bringing his hands down to his belt, swiftly undoing it and pulling it through the loops before tossing it off to the side. “You want my cock, honey?” he asked, words slightly muffled with the joint in his mouth. “Wanna help me relax after my long day, huh?”
You nodded almost frantically, watching as his deft fingers made quick work of his button and zipper. You were anxious to get your mouth on him, make him forget about his shitty day and focus on you for a while. You also selfishly wanted to make him feel good just to see and hear him lose his composure a bit, something that always drove you crazy with need.
“Anything for you, Frankie. Wanna make you feel good,” you murmured, eyes fixed on the bulge in his boxers before he pulled them down his thighs with his jeans. His thick cock sprung free, the sight of it instantly making your mouth water and your pussy drip. Frankie wrapped his hand around it, giving himself a couple gentle strokes while you watched.
You swallowed and licked your lips hungrily, pulling your lips between your teeth to keep from moaning out loud. Frankie could see your eagerness, making his cock impossibly harder and causing a bead of precum to drip from his tip. It made you whimper with how bad you wanted it, your pussy almost throbbing with need.
Frankie looked down at you expectantly, taking the joint from his mouth and holding it between his index and middle fingers with his opposite hand. He draped his arm across the back of the couch casually, as if he didn’t have his wife at his feet, impatiently waiting to wrap her pretty lips around his cock. “Go on querida, make me feel good, yeah?”
You sucked in a quick breath, nodding and sitting up on your knees at Frankie’s instruction. Your mouth hovered over the fat head of his dick, gathering some saliva on the tip of your tongue and sticking it out to let the spit drop onto it. Your right hand circled his base, replacing Frankie’s own. You spread your spit down the length of him and leaned down to place small kisses to the head and underside.
Frankie hummed and let his head fall back against the couch as your mouth engulfed his cock, the warmth a near instant comfort after the day he’d had. He let his eyelids droop with the high of the weed and your mouth, sending him into a state of what he could only describe as bliss.
As you took Frankie deeper into your mouth, you had to clench your thighs together to try to relieve some of the pressure that had built up there. Your clit was screaming for attention, but you were determined to push through and give Frankie what he needed before anything else.
The tip of his cock met the back of your throat, nearly causing you to gag but you caught yourself, taking in a deep breath through your nose and sinking even further down. The tip of your nose met Frankie’s thick curls at his base as he pressed into your windpipe and took up the whole of your mouth.
Frankie groaned above you, planting one of his hands in your hair to hold you down on him, drowning in the feeling of his cock buried in your throat. The heat of your mouth felt like it was enveloping his entire body as you obediently stayed in place, eager to please him in any way he wanted.
Frankie pulled you off of him with a tug on your hair, suddenly pulling in a heavy breath you didn’t realize you needed. “Easy, baby, don’t wanna pass out with my cock down your throat,” Frankie commented, tilting your head up so you were staring right at him.
Your eyes were hooded and red, and a fucked out look took over your face as you smiled at him hazily. You licked at your swollen lips as you stroked Frankie’s length, twisting your wrist in just the right way to pull a meager whine from him.
Frankie’s head lolled back against the cushions again, and you dipped your head back down to take him back into your mouth. “Shit, I love the way you look down there on your knees for me. Such a good little wife you are.”
You didn’t hesitate this time; once Frankie’s cock was back in your waiting mouth, you were enthusiastically bobbing your head and swirling your tongue around him. You were relentless in your movements, using one hand to pump the length you couldn’t fit in your mouth, and the other coming up to caress his balls in your palm.
Frankie’s moans grew louder, his voice thinning out with each pass of your mouth over his cock. He stared down at you as you worked him and kept his hand tight in your hair, guiding your movements gently. You moaned at the feeling of him taking over your controlled pace, happy to let him move you how he wanted and claim your mouth as his own.
“Doing so good, baby, such a sweet little mouth you’ve got,” he mumbled as your eyes met his, silently begging for more from him. The praise went right to your pulsing core as you took him to the base once again and pulled a deep groan from Frankie, who seemed to be unaware of your heightened arousal.
You gave his balls one more light squeeze before subtly slipping your hand down between your thighs to cup your pussy through your thin shorts. You kept your focus on Frankie’s leaking cock, making a show of swirling your tongue around the head and hollowing your cheeks out while you sucked on it.
You tried your best to relieve some of the ache that had built between your legs, being only partially successful. You spread your knees apart a few inches to give your fingers a little bit of room to move over your clit as subtly as you could while still laser focused on the thick length of Frankie’s cock now nudging more forcefully against the back of your throat as he lifted his hips.
You stopped moving your head, opting instead to use your lips and tongue to work him over as much as possible, your other hand stroking him continually. Frankie must have noticed the change in your movements as he sat up more to get a better look at your whole body, bringing the joint to rest between his tight lips.
His eyes trailed down your form beneath him, thighs spread and your fingers making small circles over your clothed pussy. Your face and neck instantly set aflame in embarrassment, you pulled your hand away and rested it on your thigh. You pulled your mouth off and dared to look at Frankie, your eyes swimming with guilt.
Frankie, however, looked more fucked out than you’d seen him in a while. His face was tinged a deep red, tiny beads of sweat pooling at his temples and the hollow of his throat, begging for you to run your tongue through it. A tiny smirk played at his lips still holding the joint, the sight of him pulling a weak whimper from your throat.
“What’s this, baby? Are you touching yourself while you’re sucking my cock?” Frankie asked, his smirk growing as he pulled the joint from his lips and placed it back in the ashtray on the table. He gripped your chin and forced you to look up at him as you swallowed hard and clenched your jaw.
You weren’t sure if you wanted to admit it to him openly, regardless of if he’d actually seen it or not, even if your pussy was practically screaming for attention. You kept your hand slowly stroking the length of him, his smirk only growing the longer he went without an answer to his question.
Frankie gave a light chuckle and pulled you by your jaw to sit all the way up on your knees to bring your face closer to his. The look in his wide brown eyes was enough to make you melt as you felt your clit throb with need. You squeezed your thighs together again, desperate to make the ache subside in any way you could.
“Answer me, querida, were you rubbing your pussy just now?” Frankie repeated, his gaze dragging from your eyes down to where your thighs were clenched tightly together. “You were, weren’t you? Naughty fuckin’ girl, huh?”
You whimpered and nodded, biting your bottom lip as you felt Frankie’s cock pulse in your hand, another drop of precum oozing from the tip. He groaned softly as you swiped your thumb over the head and spread it down his cock as much as you could. “Only for you, Frankie,” you whispered, twisting your wrist again and making Frankie hiss.
Frankie’s hand moved from your chin to circle your neck, his thumb pressing ever so gently against your pulse point. You stared at him, waiting for him to make a move or say something, but he just stared back at you seemingly in awe. He still sometimes couldn’t believe you were his, and more that you were his forever.
Frankie hummed and nodded, planting a quick but sweet kiss to your lips, then another to your nose and forehead. He nuzzled his nose against yours and kissed you again, this time for a few beats longer. When he pulled away, he had a look in his hazy eyes you could only describe as mischievous. You scrunched your brows and tilted your head to the side a little, silently asking what he had in mind.
“You wanna cum, baby?” he whispered, humming at you. You nodded and licked your lips, leaning in to give him another kiss but he held you where you were. “I’ll let you cum, but you gotta cum how I want you to, can you do that for me?”
You had little to no idea what he was planning, but you knew he would never force you to do anything you were uncomfortable with, and you trusted him to make you feel as good as possible. You nodded again, this time a little more enthusiastically, taking a deep breath in as he spoke. “I want you to rub your pussy on my boot, baby.”
That was new. You’d heard of people doing things like this before and it was always something that had appealed to you in some way, but you never thought Frankie would be up for it. While he did tend to be more dominant in bed, and you eagerly slid into a more submissive role, this was a big jump in your dynamic. You had to admit, the thought of grinding on Frankie’s boot to get yourself off while he watched thrilled you to no end, though.
Frankie could see a tiny bit of hesitance in your stare, and he briefly let go of your neck to bring you back to him. “You don’t have to, baby, we can talk about it more or try it another time if you want,” he assured quickly, his eyebrows raising in concern that he may have crossed a line.
“Frankie, baby, it’s okay,” you giggled, placing your free hand on his cheek and smiling softly at him. His gaze immediately softened with your reassurance as he exhaled in relief. You dropped your hand to rest on his chest, then down to his thigh as your other hand gave his shaft a gentle squeeze. “I want to, I wanna be good for you.”
With your confirmation, his cock twitched in your hand as he reached back up to place his hand back around your throat, squeezing just the smallest bit. His eyes fell back to their hazy, hooded state as his wide pupils darkened and coasted down your body.
“Alright, baby, alright,” he murmured, nodding his head while he guided you to center his boot between your spread knees. Frankie used his leverage on your neck to gently push you down until your covered pussy made contact with the hard toe of his boot. The contact made you shudder, your eyes slipping shut momentarily.
Frankie tutted at you and squeezed your throat a little tighter, forcing your eyes open and up to him. “I wanna see you ride it, baby. I wanna see those eyes of yours on mine the whole time, yeah?” His voice took on a tone of authority, one that you had come to respond to easier and easier every time he used it.
You hummed and nodded, starting a slow roll of your hips to match the pace of your hand on Frankie’s cock. He raised his hand to his mouth and spit into it, replacing your hand with his own and setting his own tempo. Your gaze flicked from Frankie’s face to his dick, now slick with his spit and hard as a rock.
Frankie leaned forward and grabbed the joint and a lighter from the table, bringing it up to his lips and lighting it up again. He took one long drag from it as he stared down at you, the movements of your hips picking up just slightly as you looked back at him.
He was impossibly sexy in a way you could never explain to him, and from your view at his feet, you were overwhelmed by him. Your cunt leaked into your shorts, the pressure of his boot against it unlike anything you’d felt before. You’d rubbed your pussy on pillows, blankets, hell even Frankie’s thighs before, but the hard material of his steel-toed boots was something completely different.
You moaned out loud as you ground your hips in small circles, grabbing onto Frankie’s tensed calf for leverage. Frankie’s pace on his cock matched yours, precum seeping from the tip in fat beads. He pulled the joint from his lips and reached down to offer it to you again, holding the filter to your lips as you leaned forward to take a hit.
“Such a good girl for me, querida, getting yourself off on my boot,” Frankie cooed, taking the joint back from you as you exhaled, a long moan accompanying the smoke leaving your mouth. Frankie put the joint back in his mouth as he reached out to brush his thumb along your cheekbone, his gaze as gentle as ever.
He leaned back again and stroked his cock a little faster, and you picked up the back and forth of your hips to match him. Your clit was pulsing with need now, the buzz rolling heavier through your body and making you feel euphoric and grounded all at once. You rolled your head back in ecstasy, making sure to keep your stare on Frankie’s dilated eyes.
“Feels so good, baby, I wanna cum on it,” you whined as your clit dragged against the seam of your shorts pressed against the toe of Frankie’s boot. Every pass you made over it sent you closer and closer to the edge, just hanging on by a thread. From the look on Frankie’s face and the thrust of his hips up into his hand, you knew he was close too.
As he lifted his hips, his heels dug into the floor of the patio, pushing the toe of his boot up against you harder and making you see stars. You were trying to hold back on coming just until Frankie did, almost feeling like you wanted his permission before letting go, but with every grind of your hips, you found it more difficult to keep yourself away from the edge.
“Oh, fu- you wanna cum, honey?” Frankie breathed out, his eyebrows and nose scrunched up, and his mouth hanging open as he fisted his cock faster. He used his free hand to toss the finished joint into the ashtray while he kept his eyes right on you. “Yeah, cum for me, baby, lemme see you soak my boot.”
You whimpered and dug your nails into the side of Frankie’s thigh, now nearly unable to control the movement of your hips as you chased your high with new intensity. Your eyes slipped shut as your orgasm quickly took over, your muscles locking up and stuttering your movements. You could feel your release coating the inside of your shorts, your inner thighs, and Frankie’s boot but you couldn’t bring yourself to care with the level of euphoria coursing through your veins.
Frankie watched as you came harder than he’d seen in a while, and he felt his own release building even quicker at the sight of you coming undone for him. He sat up and scooted himself to the edge of the couch, his hand lightning fast on his length. “Come here baby, I wanna cum in that sweet mouth of yours,” he mumbled, wrapping his free hand around the back of your neck and moving you to settle between his thighs.
Your hooded eyes peered up at him as you gave Frankie a sly smile and stuck your tongue out. Frankie groaned at the sight of you, a devious little angel he gets to call his wife, completely fucked out and waiting patiently to swallow his load. With a few more deft strokes of his cock, Frankie came with a loud moan, resting the head on your tongue as his release coated your mouth and cheeks.
You kept your eyes on Frankie as you felt the last of his cum land on the back of your tongue, and he pulled away with a soft groan. You closed your mouth and swallowed his cum down, licking your lips to get anything that didn’t land on your tongue. Frankie watched with a heavy gaze as he reached out to gather any spend on your cheeks and push it into your waiting mouth with his thumb.
“Did so good for me, honey,” he praised, bringing a soft smile to your face. You pushed yourself up to sit on the couch, but stopped when you looked down and realized just how much you came. Your slick was all over your thighs and the toe of Frankie’s boot, which shined with the evidence of your actions. “Came nice and hard, huh? Just like I wanted.”
Frankie smiled up at you, a tinge of pride swimming in his deep brown eyes. He tucked his cock back into his pants, but didn’t bother buttoning or zipping them up just yet. He looped his arm around both of your thighs and pulled you into him, straddling his thigh but making sure to hover so you didn’t make a mess of his pants.
You placed your hands around the back of Frankie’s neck, nuzzling your nose against his as you both took a moment to breathe each other in. Frankie’s hand came up to gently stroke your back, and your hands played with the curls at the nape of his neck.
Moments like these reminded you exactly why you married Frankie; his tenderness always won out over anything else when it came to you. His hard exterior crumbled in your presence, turning him into a puddle of a man that would move mountains and part seas to make you smile. You felt your own walls come down around Frankie, and you found yourself giving into your own version of softness, reserved just for him to see.
“Was that okay, honey?” Frankie whispered, dropping feather-light kisses to your cheeks and forehead. You smiled and nodded, pulling him in to you to give him a delicate kiss on his pouty lips. You hummed against him and felt his arm tighten around your back to hold you close, his other hand coming to rest on the side of your face.
You pulled away, planting one last kiss to his mouth and threading your fingers through his hair. “More than okay, Frankie, I promise,” you responded earnestly, “I actually kind of loved it, if you couldn’t already tell.” You turned and gestured toward his boot, reminding him of the remnants of your orgasm still shining in the dim light of your back porch.
You both laughed and turned back to each other, the hand on your back slowly making its way down to rest on the meat of your ass, his other one resting high on your thigh. “Okay, okay, I just wanted to make sure so I could see if… maybe you’d wanna do it again? Maybe?”
You could feel the hesitance in Frankie’s words but you were quick to reassure him that you loved every single bit of it and would be more than enthusiastic in trying it again. “Frankie, my love, I wanna try anything you wanna try. I trust you. Always,” you told him, holding his face in your hands and forcing him to look at you so he really absorbed your words.
Frankie blushed and let a shy smile cross his face as he pulled you in for another kiss. His hands on your ass and thigh kneaded your flesh as the heat rose between you again, and he pulled your hips down to sit you square on his thigh. You gasped quietly and tried to pull your soaked shorts away from Frankie’s pants, not wanting to ruin them.
Frankie sensed your reluctance and broke the kiss, trailing soft kisses down your neck to your shoulder. “I don’t wanna get your pants dirty, Francisco,” you explained, biting your lip to hold back a soft moan at the feeling of Frankie’s lips on your sensitive skin.
A hum vibrated from Frankie’s throat as his hands sat on your hips, nodding in acknowledgement. “That’s okay, baby,” he started, his eyes trailing down your body and back up to your own, “I know something else you can get dirty, though.”
“Francisco!” you scolded, playfully smacking his chest as he laughed at his own joke. You tried to wiggle out of his grip, but he held you tight as you broke out into a fit of giggles and hid your face in his neck, nipping at the skin there teasingly.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” he conceded, planting a kiss on the top of your head before you looked back up at him. “Unless…” His words trailed off as his hand slid down to cup your pussy through your wet shorts, his fingers tracing your seam lightly.
You sighed and rolled your eyes, running your tongue over your teeth and grinding gently into his hand. Frankie’s fingers slid under your shorts to run along the dripping folds of your cunt, bringing a quiet groan from both of you. His middle and ring fingers found your clit, smoothing slow circles around it with ease from the amount of slick that had poured from you earlier.
A quiet mewl fell from your lips as Frankie circled your still-sensitive clit, your hips bucking against his movements. “Baby, please,” you begged, not sure if you wanted more or wanted less. The euphoric haze that had gripped you so tight before starting to wane, and you were left with a soft buzz behind your eyes and every nerve ending in your body.
With every ounce of self control he had, Frankie pulled his fingers away from your pussy, tapping your hips with both hands. “How ‘bout this, cariño,” he murmured, “you clean up out here and make sure the house is locked up. I’ll go upstairs and shower. You get naked for me and get in bed. I’ll take the rest from there, hm?”
A bolt of arousal shot through you at Frankie’s instruction as you nodded and stood up from his lap. You glanced down at the wet spot that had formed on his thigh, silently scolding yourself for making a mess on his pants as if you didn’t cum over the toe of his boot not ten minutes before. Frankie shook his head and stood up after you, placing a kiss on your lips and assuring you that he could put the pants in the hamper and wear another pair for work the next day.
He slipped past you to head into the house as you steadied yourself to clean up the scattered rolling supplies and weed littering the table, tossing the finished joint into your trash can by the door. You caught Frankie’s gaze from where he stood at the door, and neither of you could help the bright smiles that crossed your faces or the heat that crept across your chests.
“Hey, baby?” you called as Frankie turned to go inside. He turned with a questioning look on his face, cocking his head to the side. “I love you,” you told him. Not nearly for the first or last time, but you always needed to make sure he heard it and he knew.
Frankie’s expression settled into what could have been relief, but you knew it was more than that. It was confidence, it was happiness, it was ease. You put him at ease, no matter the situation. You were his home. He smiled brighter than he had all day, and held your gaze like a vice.
“I love you more.”