Page 36 of Christmas in Coconut Creek

“Play with my pussy, Frankie.”

His eyes darkened as my words landed, pulling an appreciative grunt from deep in his throat. Frankie could dominate my senses, but I unraveled him with one sentence and a sultry bat of my eyelashes.

“Goddamn,” he gritted out, then crushed his lips to mine.

It was like his fingers and tongue were battling for my attention. Inside my mouth he swept that devious muscle in perfect circles, flicking it against my own, claiming me desperately. His hand that wasn’t wrapped in hair at the nape of my neck was cupping my sex, stroking eagerly at that throbbing bundle of nerves that had my thighs tightening around his hips.

He unwound one of my legs from his waist and pushed it open, giving himself the access he craved, and I clung to his side.

“I want to feel you from the inside so badly my cock is fucking aching, baby.”

I gasped and stroked him faster, giving back to his mouth the desperate tongue fucking he’d taught me he liked. I wanted to learn so much more of his body, the things that made his breathing stunt and his muscles flex. What special twist of my wrist or motion of my hips would have those gorgeous brown eyes glazing over.

Frankie released my lips to bite at my neck the same moment he slid a finger down my core and pushed it into me. As if he wanted to hear what sounds I would make the first time he penetrated me completely uninhibited.

“JesusfuckingChrist,” I swore. The thick slide of his finger touched every screaming pleasure point it needed to. I bucked into his hand, nails digging tiny slants into the skin of his shoulder. He pressed the pad of his thumb down against my clit and let me leverage myself on his hand.

“Use my fingers.” He licked a searing line over my breast, then caught my nipple between his teeth and tugged on it. “Show me how your pussy likes to get fucked.”

Howthis man was single was a mystery. No one had ever spoken to me like that. Unhinged filth, filtering like a bottomless colander. I was completely at the mercy of it.

I dragged his lips back up to mine, moaning into the open cup of his mouth when his fingertips curled inside me. I rode the horse but he pulled the reins, brushing me methodically inside and out, making sure I had everything I needed, but could still take so much more.

The high of his pulsing fingers, the soft breeze biting at my nipples with each passing wave, the danger of the open sea around us—it all heightened the pleasure already amplified with every sting of his lips to mine. If I knew this was how it would feel to touch him, to be touched by him… Fuck, it bruised me to even think it, but maybe the mile-high-club thing wasn’t so far-fetched.

Frankie quickened his circles and Imoaned. I moaned like a fucking pornstar, still pistoning my hips onto his fingers inside of me. A familiar feeling built rapidly underneath the pressure.

Oh God. Is he…?

“I-I think you’re gonna make me—”

“Yeah, Ophelia. I fucking know I am.”

I focused harder on his pleasure in my palm, stroking it with a tight grasp from base to head. The need to make him feel as good as I did momentarily tore my focus away from the orgasm queueing restlessly, but I still felt like I needed an anchor to keep me from floating completely out to sea.

“No,” Frankie protested, batting my hand away. “I’ll get mine, troublemaker. This isn’t for me.”

I groaned insolently, obeying despite the nagging demand of my body to satiate him along with me. Instead, he held me stiff to his chest, taking my ability to move away and replacing it with the devastating rhythm of his fingers.

He had learned the pace I wanted, the map of my hips, the touch-starved places inside of me that had me whimpering every time he brushed them. Up to that point I’d been showing him what I needed, and now he was showing me what I’d been missing.

“There she is,” he teased, watching my lips shape into a soft circle. “I can feel you shaking, sweetheart. You’re gonna give me what I want, right? So close.”

I dropped my cheek to his shoulder, that familiar feeling tightening deep in my core, my last stunted breaths finding purchase on his neck before getting stuck in my throat.

I managed a half-lidded glance back at the shoreline, in time to see a trail of approaching headlights that gave me immediate pause. “F-frankie,fuck,”I gasped. “Th-there’s someone coming.”

Without stopping for a beat, he assessed the obviously patrolling Jeep and turned back with an irritated grunt.

“Not happening.” He shook his head. “No, no, no, you focus on me. You’re gonna show me how this tight pussy gives right now, O.” He kissed me again, stealing every worrying crease from my brow, any thought that wasn’t the grip of my tight walls around his fingers, buried under the heat of his assaulting tongue. “Tell me yes.”

I nodded in reply, just as my legs locked up around him and that first shattering wave of release flooded from inside of me. The breath that was caught in my throat relinquished into his mouth on a whimper, one that he swallowed and replaced with a growl of his own.

“Ohhhhh,God.” My body trembled, then fell entirely slack.

Still pulsing with aftershocks and unraveling from my vice hold on his hips, I hung on with enough self-preservation to find cover under the waves as those bright truck lights found us both in the wake.

Frankie tilted my chin up, looking deep into my eyes before he dipped down to kiss me delicately, once. “That’s what it feels like when a man makes you come. Don’t ever fucking forget it.”

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