Page 69 of Ship Happens
I leverage her ass against my pelvis, crushing the cut against her skin each time we meet. Each sharp ache rushes into my cock, and I punish Frankie for giving me so much perfection by pleasing her to the point of delirium. I catch a glimpse of her eyes rolling back in her head before she pushes her face into the mattress and lets out a low moan.
“Harder,” she groans when she finally turns her head to the side.
I pull back on her arms and thrust into her, keeping the tempo slow but using more force at the end of each push. I bottom out each time, and I can’t imagine it feels good.
Unless I’m not the only one who enjoys a little pain...
Releasing her wrists, I move my grip to her hips. My fingers sink into her flesh, biting deep enough to feel the bones beneath the scrumptious layer of soft flesh. Frankie’s back arches and she cries out, but she doesn’t tell me to stop.
“Is this too much for you?” I ask, punctuating the question with another driven thrust.
“No, give me more,” she says. “Harder.”
I pull out of her and flip her onto her back. She spreads her legs, eager to have me inside her again, but I push her thighs together and toss her calves over my left shoulder. Without warning, I enter her once more.
Frankie’s eyes clench shut, and she grips the comforter by her head, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth in time with my strokes. But I quickly realize it’s the other way around. I’m matching tempo with each breath. As she speeds up, so do I. She eventually loses control and drives her hand between her legs, but I keep the steady pace.
I lean forward, fucking her hard and fast as her fingers fly over her clit. How comedians can make fun of this moment, I’ll never understand. There’s nothing comical about the beautiful act of a woman working so diligently to come. It’s so beautiful, in fact, that it’s bringing me close to my edge again too.
“If you keep working your pussy like that, you’re going to make me come,” I whisper down at her. “I love to see you pleasing yourself. Come for me, sweetheart. Come for me so that I can get some relief.”
Her back arches and her mouth opens as her pussy squeezes my dick to the tempo of her heartbeat. The rhythm against her clit stutters, so I rapidly flick my thumb against that sensitivenub to work her through the momentary paralysis. The backs of her thighs quiver against my stomach, and I don’t know how it’s possible, but she gets even wetter.
“I’m coming,” she breathes. “Fuck, I’m coming.”
“Oh, I know.” I smile down at her as the orgasm wanes, but I have to get mine now. The dull ache at the base of my shaft is bordering on anguish.
I ease her legs apart, draping one leg over each shoulder as I pull her closer to the edge of the bed. With her ass hanging at a slight downward angle, I can push even deeper inside her. I slow my pace a little, watching as her breasts move like water with the motion. Reaching out, I grip one and squeeze, and the gasp from Frankie is enough to send me into a blackout.
My brain ceases to function, and I lose myself inside her. I fuck her without regard, relentlessly. If she cries out for me to stop, I don’t hear it. I don’t hear anything aside from the slap of skin against skin. The pain sings from the cut, drowning out all thought, and with a groan, I fill her.
Gripping her thighs, I hold still as come jets from my cock. She’s still trying to catch her breath, looking up at me with wide eyes as her chest rises and falls. The fact that she’s looking at me sends my balls into overdrive, and I fear I’ll never stop unloading inside her.
As I pull away, I also worry Frankie’s upset with me for losing control like that, but then she laughs and says, “I don’t know where that came from, but I’m going to need more of it.”
“Sorry. I’m usually more controlled than that.” I grab the towel lying by the pillows and hold it between her legs. “Hang on and I’ll grab something so that you can clean up.”
She grips the towel against her pussy as I ease out of her and head to the bathroom for a washcloth. “Losing control isn’t such a bad thing. I let go of control, and look at me now, lying on a bed, satisfied.”
“I don’t know about that. You were pretty controlling.” I smirk as I run the rag through warm water, then wring it out. “Not that I mind. I kind of like it when you treat me like your sex toy.”
“Say less,” she says with a laugh.
I bring the warm washcloth to her, and she cleans herself up before waddling to the bathroom to piss and shower. I go to the closet to dress. While I’d love to stay in the room and continue fucking her all evening, I haven’t forgotten about Ice Pick’s little situation. The sooner I can find him and get him back to the Sinners’ side of the ship, the sooner my worry will lessen.
Standing beside the bathroom door, I let Frankie know my plan. I’m shocked when she yells back and asks me to wait, saying she’d like to go with me. It’s not something I’m used to, having a lover tag along for my day-to-day shit.
But it’s kind of nice.
She emerges from the bathroom a few minutes later. After she dresses in a pair of black shorts and a loose blue top that hangs off her shoulder, she looks at the bottle of champagne. “What do we do with this?”
“Just put it back in the fridge. I’m not really a drinker, so you don’t have to worry about me accidentally partaking.”
“Yeah, me neither,” she says as she stuffs the bottle into the ice box. She stands and pulls her hair into a loose, dark mess on top of her head before securing it with an elastic. “Do we have any events tonight?”
“No.” I pull a collared shirt over my head. “Does that disappoint you?”
She shrugs and sits on the edge of the bed as she pulls on some flat shoes. “Kind of. But we could always make our own fun. Maybe we could hunt for feds while also searching for Ice Pick. We’ll already be on the Normie side, and Jim said there is one over there.”
