Page 71 of My Turn Petal
Eyes widening, surprise fills her gaze while she opens her legs.
I nuzzle my nose in hers and she leans in.
Her piercing eyes are still on me, playing with the waistband of my sweats, and fuck me for not taking her on the countertop like that.
Feeling her soft fingers brushing the thin fabric, taunting my aching cock as I swallow hard.
“Theo,” her voice barely a whisper, a plea on her lips.
I press my mouth to hers and sink into her like a fish who’s been out of the ocean for long minutes. I need my oxygen, she’s air itself and I want to breathe her in.
I swallow every breath of hers, the taste of the vanilla ice cream is coating my tongue and I fucking want to glue our lips forever, stay within her comforting space.
It’s electric.
Her seductive moans make my skin buzz.
I pull back a tiny bit, take her hand that is holding the vanilla ice cream cone, and smear a tad on her lips.
I suck it off them, nibbling softly at each lip.
With her hand still in mine, I smear the melting parts on her nose, and cheeks, then lick it slowly. Watching her squirming and losing it completely.
I reach out to the tray of fresh cookies behind her and grab one while her lips kiss mine.
“Thanks for the cookies, petal.” Pulling back, I give her a wink and my shit-eating grin.
Two can play this game.
She glowers at me as I bite the cookie.
I can kiss you again right now.
She’s mad for not getting what she wants. She loves orgasms, the more the better. I hear her moans during the day and late at night and it’s fucking torture for my cock.
“You’re evil,” she shakes her head sideways. “How long our only foreplay, no orgasms week will last.”
I nuzzle my nose with hers, “As long as it takes.”
“For what?” she scoffs, gazing up at me with her irresistible pout. “It’s the second time we’re doing this.”
“You broke it the first time a week ago on Valentine’s Day.”
“Because of you,” she accuses, “Mr. I want to hear your moans.”
I chuckle.
She will have to figure that part out on her own if she hasn’t already.
“Go get dressed, we have a session to attend to,” I point to her bedroom as I exit her apartment.
Nick’s wife paired us with Molly, an erotic boudoir photographer whom she has known for years.
I thought it would be fun doing this with Frankie, capturing her beauty through a lens, that way she would be reminded every day of how breathtaking she truly is. I told her I would try anything with her, and I’m trying to live up to that promise.
“Molly, it’s so good to meet you.” We shake hands.
“We are happy to meet you too,” Molly replies, and I’m quick to follow that Molly identifies as non-binary. “And extremely excited for your session.” Molly points at Frankie.
