Page 31 of My Turn Petal
I haven’t touched her in a sexual way. We have time and I intend to keep my promise.
She will beg me to touch her.
Carefully, I drop her onto her feet and whisper, “Lesson number two,” my fingers molding her throat, “Pleasure comes in many forms.”
Licking her lips in content, she tosses her hair back, “You’re impossible.”
“It turns you on,” I retort.
“Yes, it does.” Her sly smile contorts her face. “Do I need to stay in front of you for the rest of our morning, Mr. Rock-hard ready for duty?”
I bite the edge of my lower lip.
In my head, I want to toss her in some corner and fuck her pussy so hard even her sassy attitude will be screaming.
“If my cock is such an eye-catcher, let them watch how fucking attracted I am to you and how hard you make me.”
Her chest rises and falls in quick succession as she calculates what to say next. “I expected your lessons to be dirtier.” She states.
“Oh, that’s where your mind is.” I wet my lips and lean in. “You want me to spank you, don’t you?”
Her eyes beam, conforming to what I already know.
I clench my fist at my side.
“I like to see actions.” She drops down on the white blanket we spread on the ground earlier. “I’m starving.” She states.
For what?
That is the right question.
I open our picnic basket and get our breakfast out.
I surprised her this morning when I showed up ready for another session.
I don’t know what else to call it.
A friendly meal could be one. But is it friendly if I want to rip her skinny jeans to pieces and toss her violet blouse in the air so I can see all the ink that covers every inch of her?
Probably not.
She digs her fork into the fruit bowl and scatters fruit onto her waffle, then applies maple syrup to the mix and shoves a mouthful past her gaped rosy lips.
A light breeze caresses her cheeks, causing her hair to fly to one side.
I’m not going to pretend that there’s no craving within me after I wanted her for so long. I held her on countless occasions and saw her with tears in her eyes.
I know Frankie more than she realizes.
Yet I also don’t, this is the part she covers so well and keeps to herself.
I don’t want her to have to do that anymore. I want her to share that burden with someone who will understand, and be here for her.
I will.
I was always here for her.
Frankie moans with each bite and I’m pretending to veer my gaze away. From the corner of my eyes, I see her satisfied smile and it makes mine widen in delight.
