Page 73 of My Turn Petal
When I reach her clit, I give her a subtle slap and stop.
“Mmm.” She opens her red lips, “You would look so good between my thighs.”
I flip us, my cock between us. I pretend to slide her on me, “You would look so good sucking my cock on your knees,” I pinch her ass cheek.
She kisses me, raking her fingers in my hair, scratching my back with her nails, and squeezes my ass.
My ass cheeks flex under her grasp, and my cock searching to connect with her. As if she can read my mind, on cue, she slips her hand between us, wrap it around my cock and I pump into her firm grip.
Molly takes more pictures of our creative positions.
With my boxers and Frankie’s lingerie back on, we take our final shots. Frankie is on her knees, staring at me towering her while I hold her chin.
Taking Frankie’s switchblade, and putting my ghost mask on, I tell her to make her favorite yoga position.
She flattens her chest on the mattress, and with a little gap between her legs, she curves her back and her tattoos curve with her, curling like waves of ink as she pushes her ass up in the air.
She turns her face back to me so I can see the satisfaction that shimmers in her eyes and curls on her lips.
“Petal, you know I’m not immune to you.”
I drag the metal side of the knife over her leg, thigh, ass, back and angle it over her throat while I bend behind her.
The camera’s snapping sound keeps coming.
I press the metal to her lips, stamping it with her red lipstick, and switch directions so Molly will take a picture of me holding the knife on Frankie’s lips and her lipstick is on the front of the knife.
Dragging it back down, I hold it vertically and the tip meets her ass. Lastly, I flip it and press the handle to her clit.
The camera captures each pose we provide.
Swiftly, I pull her hair backward and peel her chest off the mattress, she kneels back up and I press her face against my neck. My hand still tugs at her hair and the other one holds the knife as I continue to slide it all over her body.
“Fill me,” she gasps. “Use my body.”
“I’ll stroke my cock,” I graze my finger over the shell of her ear, “And your tiny fingers will play with your clit while I watch.”
“That’s a wrap,” Molly announces. “Wow, I think you’re my favorite couple.”
I pant.That was intense.
“I just came,” Frankie whispers into my masked ear and I smile like a joker.
“Good girl.”
Theo
Five months later
Herbraidedhairdancesto every shift of her bare feet as metal music plays in the living room. Whenever she’s like this, I know she’s moody. It’s not easy for her and I’m here to be her support system. Not another reminder.
Frankie fixes a small hole in the wall of her living room, two layers of plaster already covering the spot. Completely dry. She scraps it with sandpaper to make it smoother and applies the first layer of white wall paint.
After yet another unsuccessful attempt, she tries to occupy herself with several tasks.
We try every week, and the shackles of her condition still have a hold on her. But I don’t see it as failing. Just because I can’t penetrate her, it doesn’t mean that our sex life lacks, on the contrary, it arouses us to explore our passion every day.
She come such a long way.
