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Frank pushes her down, and her back meets the mattress once more. Mel whines, she tries to hide again into his neck but he holds her down.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers. His hips continue to thrust in and out slowly, and he feels miles long, and so thick. She throws one arm over her face but Frank moves it away. "Let me see you".
"Frank..." she complains in a long moan before biting on her lip.
"You're the most beautiful woman on earth, I swear. Just let me see you, let me see that pretty face," he says. He leans over her, holding himself with one arm, and uses his free hand to keep both her wrists restricted between their chests. Mel whimpers and turns her head to the side. She feels exposed, vulnerable with his cock inside her and his eyes set on her face. Frank places a kiss on her cheek, so sweet it makes her chest pang with love and fear —those two come together for her.
"Come on, baby," he whispers into her ear. "Let me see your face".
She finally does, so he drops her wrists as a reward. She hugs his back and holds his gaze for approximately five seconds before closing her eyes, which she thinks it's pretty okay.
"That feels good?" Frank mumbles breathless. His voice sounds so much deeper like this. Mel nods.
"Yes," she hisses. He stretches her out more and more with each thrust while she's digging her nails on his back so harshly that it hurts her own fingers but she can't focus on that right now; Frank is all she can really feel. There's a pressure on her stomach, like he's so deeply inside he's about to touch her heart with the head of his cock.
"Yeah, baby," he hums after she whimpers. "So good, Mel".
"You're so good," Mel gasps, opening her eyes. She cups his face and manages to focus her view on his blown pupils. He's sweaty, just like her, and his mouth is slightly open so she pushes her thumb in for him to suck. "You're so nice to me, Frank".
He hums again, with his lips around her finger this time, before pulling away.
"You're the nicest," he says.
Mel shakes her head. There's this weird feeling on her chest, like she's out of air even though she can feel Frank's panting directly on her face.
"You're so good to me. So kind. You're the only one—".
"Mel..."
"—that's nice to me. And I love you so much. I don't deserve you," she finishes. Frank's slowing down his movements and brushing some hair off her face, kissing her temple.
"Baby..." he whispers with his lips glued to her skin. He's stopped moving completely and Mel feels panic spreading from her stomach to her limbs.
"Sorry," she sobs suddenly. "I'm sorry —god, I'm sorry".
Frank attempts to pull away but she traps him with her legs. Every movement she does makes her feel ridiculous and ashamed, but that doesn't stop her.
"Please don't leave me," she begs.
"I'm right here".
"Stay like this," she repeats. Frank shifts a little.
"You want me to stay inside, baby?"
Mel nods, focusing her eyes on his chin this time. Her vision is blurry with tears and her breathing is labored no matter how much she tries to even it out.
"I'm sorry," she manages out again. "I just love you so much, I don't know how I'm going to..." she trails off.
"Going to what?" he asks softly. His voice is still a deep mumble.
Going to keep myself alive when you leave me, she thinks. Going to go back to having no one that looks after me, no one to talk to for hours, no one to lean into, no one that sees me. She doesn't actually say anything, though, just shakes her head a little and Frank drops another kiss on her forehead.
"I love you, too," he assures her when her silence stretches out for too long. "So, so much".
"Can you keep going?"
"Do you want me to?"
"Yes," she whispers. No, she thinks.
He can probably tell, by the way he complies but starts moving so slowly it's barely perceptible. He keeps his eyes on her face, checking, assessing, trying to discern what she's feeling, and if he has any idea Mel would love to hear it, too, honestly.
She breathes in and out, in and out until she's mushy under him. He's there, every inch of his hard body tensed on top of her, present and triggering and comforting at the same time. Mel lets out a deep sigh and hums pleased when Frank picks up a rhythm. It's still restrained, still careful, but he's moving and pressing his lips on her face and whispering soft and beautiful words. She can't really believe what she hears, can't stop the persistent panic that's set camp on her body, but Frank's still there. Just right this second he's there, and it's good, good enough to make her come, at least, through tears and sobs and ugly mumbles. He kisses her, remains gentle even when his hips falter as he comes, and it's good. It feels devastating, too, like she just signed away her soul, but right now it's good.