I unzipped her dress, pushing it from her shoulders so the red material pooled on the floor around her feet, leaving her naked except for her 6-inch red heels.
Grabbing her hands, I lifted her arms, crossing her wrists and pinning them to the wall with one hand. With the other, I pulled her hair to the side, exposing her neck, running my nose along her jaw. She smelled divine and the way she reacted to my touch made precum leak from my cock, not quite believing I had this beautiful, powerful Cosmic God in front of me.
Moving quickly, I undid my jeans with my free hand, and pulled them down, along with my boxers. Taking my cock in hand, I rubbed it between her folds, making us both moan loudly.
Pressing my mouth to her ear, I bit her lobe before nipping her neck while I pushed against her entrance with just enough pressure that I felt her open for me, the sensation almost too much. “Say it, Rogue. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’ve already told you everything I needed to say, Matt,” she panted out, obviously still angry with me.
“Say it. Fuck, I need to hear it. I need you to say it again, so I know I wasn’t imagining the whole thing. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
“Again. Rogue. Tell me again.”
“I’m yours.”
I span her around, my hands reaching for her breasts, cupping them, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples as her palms skated over my back and ass. Our hips pushed together, my cock squeezed tightly between our bodies, the friction of our movements becoming unbearable.
“And for the record, Rogue. I love you too. I have loved you for years. I have watched you, wanted you, wished I could be enough. Every hug, every touch, every moment where I got to spend time with you or wrap my arms around you, I’ve wanted to tell you. I love you so fucking much that I nearly lost my shit in front of the world’s press tonight and laid that creepy shit out on the floor for touching you.”
She froze. “Really?”
“Really. I love you.”
She kissed me, her lips moving against mine like we had a lifetime to enjoy each other. I lifted her, wrapping her legs around my waist, and carried her to bed, laying her down in front of me. She kicked off her shoes while I finished undressing.
She was stunning. Long, and lean, a six pack clear on her flat stomach, pert breasts, narrow hips, defined muscular thighs, and toned arms, carved to perfection.
Desperate to touch her, I danced my fingers up her calf to her thigh, letting my mouth follow, savoring the taste of her skin. Sighing, she spread her legs wider before wrapping her hands around my biceps, guiding me so my body covered hers.
She bit down on my bottom lip, making my cock throb in appreciation. “Matt, while I love foreplay as much as the next girl, we’ve been dancing around each other for years. If you don’t put your dick in me in the next ten seconds, I’m going to explode. Please. I need you to fuck me. Fill me. Let me feel you.”
“How can I refuse you when you ask so nicely?” I laughed.
Frankie wrapped her hand around my shaft, skimming her thumb through the precum that leaked from me, her touch setting my body alight. Guiding me until my head pressed against her entrance, I groaned to feel her heat inviting me in.
I stared at her, still shocked this was happening after all this time, and she nodded, lifting her hips to show me what she wanted. I sank slowly into her wet pussy, my hand buried in her hair, holding her head in place so she couldn’t look away from me as I drowned in her warmth.
“Oh, God, you're so thick. I’ve dreamed about doing this so many times,” she panted, “And you feel so much better than my dreams.” Circling her hips, my balls hit her ass as I bottomed out. Years of abstinence as well as want, need and anticipation for Frankie meant I was so close to coming like a horny teenager that I had to fist the pillow to try to calm the raging inferno that burned inside me.
“Matt?”
“Give me a sec," I husked out, breathlessly. "It’s been a while. I’m so hot for you that I’m close to blowing my load before we even get started.”
She giggled, and the sound relaxed me, slowing my rampant heart rate.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, while she cupped my cheek with her soft palm, deepening our connection even further. “Hey, I don’t care how fast you come. It just means we have time to do this more than once tonight.”
Peppering kisses down her neck and along her collarbone, I sighed contentedly. “Trust me, Rogue, now we’re doing this, I won’t ever want to stop. I will be inside you as much as humanly possible. Your pussy feels like it was made for me.”
She laughed again, and I groaned as she tightened around me, making my aching balls throb again. “And you said you weren’t a words man. That, there, was poetry.”
We started to kiss tentatively, and I rocked my hips, slowly at first, watching her move beneath me. Listening to her reaction. Learning what she liked. Her legs fell from around me, opening her hips wider, letting me push in deeper. Her hands roamed over my shoulders as her body arched beneath me, making me lose the tiny bit of restraint I had left. Pulling her nipple beneath my lips I bit her swollen bud as I thrust into her harder.
“Oh, right there. Matt, fuck, right there. Yes, harder.”
I slammed into her again and she cried out, her nails digging into my flesh.