Page 82 of My Turn Petal
I pull down the straps of her top and expose her taut nipples to me. She intentionally didn’t wear a bra today. Cupping her breast in my hand, I pinch her nipple a couple of times.
“It feels good,” she groans the words, starting to work on my cock as well. Her thumb circles the tip of the head as she squeezes downward.
We moan and groan together like a symphony.
She accommodates me as I stretch her walls and curl my finger inside her. It’s not very deep, yet deep enough for now.
The joy and pleasure emanate from her. Here with me, after months we have spent together, getting to know each other more, my petal is a fucking stellar.
I pump her slowly while she rubs my cock up and down. We both shiver at our touch. I bite her nipple again, extracting another sensual moan from her. In return, she applies pressure to the ridge of my cockhead. Teasing my balls with her other hand when my thumb toys with her clit.
“F-fuck.”
Nipping her neck, I bite down hard on her soft flesh.
“Theo.”
I lick the wound I created on her skin.
Her drowsy eyes fixate on mine and her story flashes like a teaser of a motion picture.
Her ruby cheeks are a silky sheet to my kisses as I sprinkle them all over her face and down her throat.
“Goddamn, petal.” I bite her nipple at the same time I press hard on her clit and still the finger that is inside her. “I’d fill your pussy so good, you’d beg me to stay inside you.” I pump her inner walls once more while I suck her nipples one by one.
She’s stroking my cock repeatedly.
“Y-yes. Mmm, do it.” She moans, clawing her fingernails to my neck to stabilize herself. And my hand locks around her throat to help her.
Frankie whimpers but manages to collect herself, “Oh, yesss!” Her eyes close shut.
“Come for the man who falls in love with you every single day.” The orgasm shutters her as her groans grow louder and she loses control but continues to stroke me.
“You did well, petal, so fucking well.” My hand that is around her throat pulls her to me for a passionate kiss.
I pulsate between us, groaning in her mouth as I release my cum in her hand.
I kiss her shoulder.
She rests her small hand on my heart. Her teeth hold her lip captive.
My finger is still inside her, I can’t slip it out when her walls clamp around me one more time.
I start to move my finger in a ‘come here’ gesture. That’s the longest she ever let me stay inside her. Taking into consideration how overstimulated she is, I pinch her clit a few times and she reaches the peak in an instant.
Coaxing another orgasm out of her soaked pussy, I’m hypnotized. When she comes it’s like watching a dream, knowing you made it come true.
When she was a kid any kind of embrace paralyzed her. We don’t know if it’s family-related or something that happened and affected her. She put a wall between her and any kind of warm physical relationship. Not physically but mentally. To keep herself safe from hurting, her mind pushed every possible thing that may penetrate her shield.
She doesn’t want people to expect things from her. Some that she can’t give. And she surely doesn’t need the pressure, stress, and anxiety accompanied by it.
In her element, she doesn’t mind the attention because she’s being praised for something she’s wickedly good at. Her art. Yet outside of that world, the reality of her condition is different.
She hates assumptions and being cornered with invasive questions. Sharing her private life with others is not in her deck of cards. She rather change the subject or hide than tell individuals about her problems.
Frankie tends to isolate herself as a preference. She likes her alone time whether it’s on the bike or in her bedroom. No explanations. No resentment. No disappointment.
She suffered enough being under the weight of it all. Now she’s being taken care of. She’s accepted and shares the burden.
