“No, I haven’t lost you yet,” he said as he undid the buttons on her jeans and thrust his hand in, under her panties, till she could feel his fingers slipping into her again.
Frank was bringing her to the brink of an orgasm, as he continued to push his two fingers into the soft deep core of her. He held her tightly with his other hand and they stood pressed together, in the middle of the living room. Veronica noted that all the lights were on, the curtains at the windows weren’t drawn and they had never had sex in the living room before. A thrill ran down her spine, as though they were doing something dangerous tonight.
Frank’s breathing was heavy and he thrust his chin towards her as he kept stroking her wet center. His fingers had found their way in, deep into that spot she knew was going to make her come.
Her fingernails dug into Frank’s biceps as she clung to him, her eyes rolling in her head from the pleasure. He hadn’t even bothered to roll down her jeans, he just held her in that position while he made her inch closer and closer to the brink.
“Don’t stop, Frank, please don’t stop,” she cried and just as she said it, she felt him sliding his fingers out of her. When his hand was out from under her jeans, he held her by the waist lightly, looking down at her. She was quivering, her thighs were still shaking from coming so close to an orgasm.
“I can see your nipples. They look like they want to be sucked,” he said, with a soft smile dancing on his lips. He lifted his left hand and it found her pert bare nipple, through the thin fabric of her blouse.
Veronica moaned, as he pinched her nipple. She had never thought she could feel this much pleasure in pain. He squeezed her breast and toyed with her sensitive erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“You have to beg me,” he muttered, keeping his eyes focused on her.
“Please, Frank. Please!” she cried, digging her nails deeper into his biceps.
“Show me what you want,” he said and she drew away from him. She hurried to strip herself of her clothes. First her blouse, then her tight jeans and followed by her panties. Within a minute, Veronica was standing completely naked in front of him, with not a stitch of clothing on her. Frank on the other hand was fully clothed. He was in his crisp dark suit and starched white shirt, replete with textured blue cufflinks. He hadn’t even loosened his navy tie yet.
“Show me, Veronica,” he said, stepping back. He wanted to see her in full naked view. She could sense his hungry eyes on her, and when she looked down she saw the raging erection in his pants. But he still didn’t make a move to take his cock out.
She got down on her knees, on the soft fawn colored carpet and then sat down. With her open palms supporting her body, she spread out her legs, opening them wide so that he could see how wet she was. How badly she wanted him inside her.
Frank stood over her, watching her for a few seconds more. Then his hands went to the zip on his pants. Then the buttons and slowly, but surely, his pants came sliding down to t
he floor.
With his eyes still on her, as Veronica wriggled on the carpet with her legs outstretched, Frank unbuttoned his shirt, loosened his tie and dropped his clothes. Veronica opened her mouth, drinking in Frank’s powerful muscular naked body. Those glistening chiseled abs, the strength in the muscles on his thighs. The smattering of short curly black hair on his chest that she wanted to weave her fingers through.
Frank kneeled down in front of her, and she started moving her hips. His cock was big, glistening at the top with precum. He pointed it towards her, as he grabbed her ankles and placed them gently on his shoulders. Veronica felt helpless in his hands, like he could mould her like clay if he wanted to.
With her feet up in the air, Frank moved forward, placing his bunched up fists on either side of her. Then, just as she moved her hips, trying to reach him, he thrust himself in. He needed no help. His cock was hard and she was wet and ready. He slid in smoothly and they both groaned. This time the waiting had seemed longer than usual.
She felt him slide deep inside her, reach her there where his fingers had been. He moved, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her, and then pulling out again. Their eyes were locked, Veronica grabbed her own breasts, squeezing them for support. Frank increased his pace when she least expected it, and now she was sure that she was going to go over the edge.
“Veronica…” he said her name softly and she released. She could feel herself drip as he continued to drive into her, fast and strong. He grunted and she saw the beads of sweat on his forehead that were beginning to form. He came too, only seconds after her orgasm began to soften. Frank’s body jerked and he gritted his teeth, releasing his hot seed in her with multiple jerks, till she knew that he was done.
Frank drew in a deep breath and then gently, he lay himself on her. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, and they were both panting softly.
“How is it always so good with you?” he asked, almost in a whisper as she felt his cock beginning to slacken inside her. She could do nothing other than smile at him, a genuine heartfelt smile. Because she had the same question in her mind…how was sex always so great with him? Now, after seeing Calvin just the previous night and being reminded of their relationship, Veronica was certain that sex had never been this good with him. Calvin had never been able to satisfy her this easily. But was it enough to choose Frank over him?
When Veronica woke up the next morning, she found Frank’s broad chest pressed against her lips. His arm was around her neck and she was nestled into his chest while his leg covered her thigh, almost like he was afraid she might try and escape at night.
She had an instant smile on her face. It was nice and comforting to wake up next to this man, she thought. Veronica tried to wriggle free from his arms, realizing that they were both too late for a run now and she would have to go straight to making breakfast again.
Frank blinked his eyes, forcing them open when he sensed her moving in the bed.
“Where are you going?” he mumbled in a groggy voice that sounded happy at the same time. He reached for her just in time and tugged at her arm so that Veronica came tumbling back into bed with him.
“We’re late. I have to make breakfast and get the girls ready for school,” she protested, laughing at the same time. Frank only wrapped his arms around her tighter, making it impossible for her to escape.
“Let’s all stay in today,” he said, smiling at her. Veronica’s eyes widened and she laughed.
“What do you mean?” she asked and Frank drew some strands of her dark curls away from her face.
“I mean, I’ll stay at home. The girls can skip school and we can all stay home and spend the day by the pool,” he explained and Veronica couldn’t suppress her smile.
“You’re going to skip work for a whole day?” she asked, arching her eyebrows up.