Page 29 of Scotch: Unraveled

Frankie has more of a woman’s body now than when we were together before. Almost a decade will do that. She has on this sweet pink, lacy bra, but it’s what’s underneath that so captivates me. Her curves are rounder than before. More pronounced hips. Fuller, heavier breasts, though she’s never had children. Christ, how big would they get if we had one together? Soft instead of firm. She even has the tiny hint of tummy. She’s a woman who works, not works out, except for the physical activity required to keep up with the wee ones.

She’s fucking unbelievable. And when she moves her arms behind her back to unlatch her bra, letting the scrap of material fall away, I know waiting was the right choice, letting her come to me, to trust me to take care of her, made this night possible.

There’s a vulnerability on her face probably because I haven’t spoken yet. The woman is just so beautiful standing there, baring more than her body for me, that words actually escape me.

It’s not until she takes a breath in, heaving those glorious breasts up and down and says, “It’s yours if you want it,” that my mind clicks back on and I move in two steps across the floor to reach her, undecided if I want to crush our lips together or keep getting my fill of looking. In the end, I decide to rest my hands on her shoulders and slowly glide them up to cup her neck. Her hands move to hold my waist as I pull her in for a kiss. Frankie’s kisses undo me, but it’s those little whimpers that break my control wide open.

I’m already breathing heavily when she digs her fingers under the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and off. Her cheeks are still wet, but the crying has stopped. While she’s distracted throwing the damn shirt to the floor, I grasp her other hand to press against my straining erection. “This is what you do to me, Frankie,” I whisper. “It’s what you’ve always done to me,mo leannan.”

Fuck if she doesn’t squeeze and begin to stroke me through my jeans. This is happening. She shows no signs of backing out. Her touch brings me to my knees, literally, because I haven’t tasted her in way too many years and my tongue craves her sweetness as much as it ever did. Whatever her troubles, it’s my job and she’s relying on me to help her forget them. No buttons to fumble with, I slide her yoga pants down her statuesque legs, snagging her pink, lacy panties as I go.

Frankie never waxed down there. Thank Jesus, she remembered how I like it and even if it isn’t for me, I’m going to pretend that it is. What’s most important is that she remains unwaxed. Trimmed up nicely, but I enjoyed playing with those little curls while my face was buried between her thighs. I nuzzle her pussy, already wet for me, using the tip of my nose to push through, coating it in her musky, womanly honey. Her knees slightly buckle, but I catch her before she can fall and spin her to land on the sofa cushion, pushing her legs up to bend at the knees and out so she’s spread wide for me. Those curls glisten. My dick is so fucking hard.

“You better get naked before you start,” she whispers on a laugh. No truer words. I can’t have anything in my way once I’m ready to slide inside her. Quickly, I unbutton and unzip my jeans and tug at my boxers, shedding those bastards in record time.

The blasted woman reaches down to stroke me again as I drape her legs over my shoulders. The feeling of her hand has me going out of my mind. As she stares at me through hooded, wanton eyes she asks breathily, “Well, what are you waiting for?”

I use both thumbs to pull her apart and using only the tip of my tongue, I lick from almost the bottom of her arse crack up the entire length of her soaking wet pussy.

“Fuck,” she moans out at the same time I do because she’s just so fucking appetizing. Spread before me, she’s a ripe peach that I want to devour. I pull back to gauge her reaction and then I dive back in, circling her clit with my tongue to tease her. She whimpers, bucking her hips in tiny bursts and I go back in, this time no teasing. This time she’s going to know how eight years has given me skills that will blow her fucking mind.

Her whimpers become stronger, turning to cries. The muscles in her thighs spasm. The lips of her pussy begin to quiver as her swollen little nub pulses. The whole time my dick twitches, anticipating finding home.

As I continue my tongue assault, she tries to squeeze her thighs together to alleviate some of the pressure and stimuli building up inside her, but I lock my arms to keep her spread wide for me. Her hips buck harder now, coating half my face in her wetness, and I pursue her harder.

“Come for me,mo leannan,” I order right as she cries out, her orgasm hitting so fiercely, if my dick had been inside her, I think she’d have snapped it clean off.

“I have an IUD,” the fucking gorgeous woman murmurs.Myfucking gorgeous woman. “If you’re clean…” She trails off as she tilts her hip upward silently begging me to give her my dick. Before the comedown, I stand and kneel on the edge of the sofa cushion, draping her legs over my thighs now and I run the tip of my shaft up and down through her wet, coating it, using it to tease her still pulsating clit to the point that she cries again. I push inside her tight heat and begin to move.

“Oh, god!” she cries.

“Rory, yes!” she cries harder, moving with me. Rolling her hips with every one of my thrusts.

“Please, baby…” Frankie lifts her hips from the cushion, locking her legs tighter around my thighs to keep herself up “Please, dammit Rory… I need it harder… oh, fuck yes…” She ends on a moan.

Oh, fuck yesis right. She’s perfect. I bend forward to brace my hands on the sofa beside either side of her head to change up the angle I use to fuck her… and I fuck her. I give it to her hard, exactly as she begged for it. The trill of excitement begins to build at the base of my spine and I’m so fucking close. I pull out and begin to jack off at the same time I move my thumb down to press and rub her swollen again clit.

“Fuck!” I shout as I come all over those course, curly hairs and she drenches my hand and the cushion.

She’s gasping for breath, but I’m not near done with her. I might be in my thirties, but after having been deprived of this woman for so many years, I have the recovery time of an eighteen-year-old.

Even with this miraculous recovery time, that doesn’t mean I have the impatience of an eighteen-year-old, which means for our second go, I decide to take it slower and pick her up so I can lay flat across the sofa and set her down to straddle my hips.

“Rory,” she whispers. “I… I can’t. It’s too much.”

Reaching up, I switch between gliding and stippling my fingers up and down her thighs. Her whole body has pinked with that freshly fucked flushness, except her nipples, which darken from their normally rosy hue to almost brown. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Put your hands on me,mo leannan.” I move them to press flat against my chest so she has to bend slightly forward to distribute some of her weight onto her arms to feel even a little in control, which she’s not and won’t ever be tonight. My dick is trapped between us. “Lift up, Frankie, and take me.”

She bites her bottom lip, indecision on her face. If she’s too sore from me fucking her, dammit, the woman couldn’t have been laid in forever. A slow smile creeps over my face from that thought. Not that I’m happy about Frankie not getting any for however long she’s gone without, but that it’s me she uses to break her dry spell. But I know my woman, and as I thought she’d do, she lifts up her hips, situates herself over my erection and glides down. Her head falls back as she sighs. Shite, yeah.

“Ride me, yeah?” I whisper, too caught up in all things Frankie to speak any louder. She begins to move in a rocking motion at first, my hard length hitting the front and back walls of her sex. As she rocks, she starts to lift herself and glide back down. That, along with the rocking, creates a sensation I can’t even describe.

Tentative in the beginning, she finds her rhythm. I no longer have to do the work; she’s working herself around my dick. She brings up my hands to knead her breasts, grinding her hips slightly faster with each squeeze of my fingers.

This is good, but I want more, so I pull her down in order to suck one of her nipples into my mouth. This change in position gives friction in different areas. She gasps, moving her mouth like she can’t catch her breath.

“Breathe, baby.” Letting go of her nipple must have done the trick because she sucks in a lungful of air and rocks harder. Our pace meanders, but she knows how much pressure she needs at any given time to get her off.

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