Page 55 of The Sisters
Grace felt nervous, butterflies were flipping around her stomach.
‘Yes,’ she said, unsure of him.
‘That was the most OCD inspired strip I have ever seen.’
Grace ducked her head with embarrassment into his shoulder. ‘Don’t tease me,’ she laughed.
Frank picked her up easily and took her into the master bedroom. He laid her on the bed. ‘Are you sure?’ he asked. ‘I do think you’re rather gorgeous, and I think this more often than I should. You interrupt my day with your presence in my life, and I am becoming fond of it.’
And the fact that he asked and didn’t assume made her want him even more. She pulled him onto the bed with her. Dragging his hooded top off, she wondered how many of those things he had. She touched his chest. His light cover of hair caught in her fingers and she pulled him down into a kiss.
Frank pulled off his jeans and shorts and kicked off his sneakers and gently unhooked her bra. Her breasts fell into his hands and he held them and kissed each nipple. ‘You are lovely, Lady Grace,’ he said.
He went further down the bed, pulled off her briefs and his tongue probed her briefly. Grace had never enjoyed oral sex before, it seemed clumsy and dirty. But the way Frank explored her made her arch her back, begging him to enter her. He lay above her and searched her eyes and then she reached down and guided him inside her. They paused for a moment and then moaned together. Faster and faster he pushed and Grace cried out as she came. ‘Fuck, shit, fuck, oh Frank,’ she cried as her hands beat the side of the bed.
Frank kept fucking her and then rolled them both over and she sat astride him, still lurching in the last moments of her orgasm. Grace looked down at him, her hair falling over her face. ‘I don’t usually like it on top,’ she said shyly.
‘Try it,’ he said.
She started to rock and then harder and soon she was riding him like she was Carlotta astride a horse and he held her breasts as she bounced. ‘Jesus, I’m going to come again,’ she said as she felt her body shake.
Frank laughed. ‘Wow. Who knew, huh?’ he said breathlessly.
Grace lay on top of him. ‘Sorry, it’s been a while,’ she said, ashamed of her display. ‘I’m not very good at sex.’
‘No way, keep going. You are the sexiest, craziest girl I have ever had the pleasure to be inside,’ he said.
Grace pulled him up into a sitting position. He placed a breast into his mouth and tugged at her nipple and she felt herself rocking backwards and forwards again. They tried every position that Grace knew and then some that Frank knew. She couldn’t get enough of him and finally she pulled him onto her as she lay on the bed.
‘I want you to come,’ she said.
‘Like this?’ he asked as he entered her.
‘I want to feel you on top of me,’ she said.
She started to grind herself into him and Frank met her rhythm. Soon they were no longer fucking but making love and Frank held Grace’s eyes as he came and she felt tears at the corners of her eyes.
‘Is it too soon to say I love you?’ she whispered.
‘Never, I knew I loved you when you dipped your French fry into your milkshake,’ he said, holding her close.
Grace lay in his arms. ‘Hmm, French fries. I might ring room service.
Frank laughed. ‘Have I got you hooked, Lady Grace?’
She jumped out of bed and wiggled her bare bottom at him.
‘You certainly have, Frank – hook, line and sinker.’
She felt different with Frank than she had with other men, albeit there were only a few of them. It was nice, fun, gentle and they seemed to be equals, something she hadn’t had before in a sexual partner.
Then she saw the face that haunted her and she breathed in quickly, and sat heavily down on the sofa.
‘Are you OK?’ asked Frank, sitting up in bed.
‘Just a bit dizzy,’ she mumbled, and she felt Frank beside her, wrapping a blanket around her bare body.
He picked her up and carried her back to bed.
