Explicit content and coarse language. You have been warned.
His eyes went wide and he looked at you, as if not believing what you had just said— those raw and indecorous words coming from your mouth no less. It looked as if you had slapped him with that bewildering statement, when you began to shed your robes and flashed him your nude body with pride and resolve. He saw it in your eyes, deep within; there was something strange about the way you carried yourself this time, leading and demanding from him— something you never dared doing before.
There was a flicker of doubt in his blue eyes and you shook your head, showing that you would not take ‘no’ from him as answer. Sitting on his lap, your fingers ghosted from his cheek to his jaw gently, your mouth ghosting over his, teasing but never kissing. His pupils turned into slits and his breathing caught in his throat, almost coming off strained in anticipation. It was a reaction that made you smile a bit with pride, this sense of power over him growing stronger when you softly traced the contour of his shoulders and neck. Frank was not a man of patience, though, and was quick to catch you off guard. It was no wonder one of his hands was already working its way up from your waist, grazing your chest before holding your face with gentleness.
You had no patience, either.
It was not long before your lips crushed against his once more, and you were drowning in a heated kiss that had him holding you tight. It started slow, with him nipping your lips, but soon turned into an unrestrained display of covetous need as he disposed of your clothing and caressed your breasts. His rough hands were gentle with you and you sighed when his mouth traced a path to your neck, winding your arms around him as his touches delved south. A gasp left your lips and you arched your body, feeling his prickly kisses cover your collarbone and the soft burning moisture building between your legs. It was unbearable hot; it tingled and stung at the same time and it was pain muffling a scream of impatience that dangerously clung from your throat.
Then, despair, loneliness and fear hit you in a violent wave but you only noticed the tears in your eyes when you blinked them away. All of a sudden, you were overwhelmed by a feeling of happiness that he was with you at last. He had come this far just for you and, for a moment, you felt guilt that he had to relive the horrors of his past just so you stay alive. You were almost terrified of letting go of him, as if you would be immersed in a strange limbo of endless mist if you parted from him for a second. You wanted to silence that mocking voice that echoed in your head— her voice. You wanted to forget the things she had shown you, the pain she would bring— the one she had made you feel. The suffering and hurt you now were seeing in his gaze, as the back of your hand wiped those tears.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, not quite knowing what you were even saying, too lost in the delusion of your fears and desires. “Please, Frank, I need you. I need you now.” You felt the burning lump in your throat, making it almost impossible to let the words out.
Unable to wait any longer, and driven by your plea, he embraced you and it was all you needed to drown in the desire of his lips. You hungrily devoured his mouth as you fully pressed against his bare skin, never wanting to let go. His fingers tangled in your hair and, at some point, you found yourselves on the ground, unable to even think about the discomforts it would bring to your unforeseen encounter. For him, at least; you were cushioned against his chest. He stroked your nape, gently tracing a path down your spine, and you sighed into the kiss, welcoming the sensations. Unexpectedly, his tongue slid in your mouth and sought yours, his hands holding your hips and fingers burying in your soft skin.
His muscled and tattooed arms slid around your waist but he stopped his ministrations altogether, looking at you with burning need. His blue eyes were deeper than usual, his mouth slightly open in anticipation, and your throat went dry at the manliness he gave off even when you had believed to have the upper hand.
“Say it again,” he rasped, out of breath. It took you a moment before you could even understand what he was asking, and he impatiently growled, tugging your hair softly yet with enough strength for you to know he meant business. His possessive demeanor surfaced once he rolled you on your back, your skin meeting the softness of your clothes as your body was fully exposed to his shameless hunger. It made you shiver when his breathing was dangerously close to your breasts, his lips ghosting over sensitive and responsive skin teasingly. “Say that again.”
His stubble deliciously scraped the valley of your rounded flesh and you arched against him, whimpering your suffering when he worshipped you at his leisure. You tried your best to muffle your gasps and moans, tugging his hair to bring him closer to you, but there was very little you could do. His tongue knew what places to touch and you were not even given the chance to fight back, too breathless to even say something as your teeth gritted and your body trembled in agonizing pleasure. It was all you could think of as your fingers slid to his front, seeking the fly of his pants, wanting to waste no more time to get down to business. It was not until your arms were pinned to the floor that you were faced with the truth of your current state, his wild eyes looking into you as you cried in frustration and anguish.
You did not want to wait any longer. Your insides ached, throbbed with a deep-rooted need to be his. You could not wait any longer. You were burning, feverish, and it would take him so little to make you beg for release. His strong body hovered above yours, arousal drifted in the evening air as you stared with half-lidded eyes into the fire that burned in his gaze, its flames scorching you in the inferno of lust. There was only so much you could resist at the moment, but you too knew there was only so much temptation he could endure in your torturing hands so you thrashed beneath him, intent on getting what you wanted.
“Fuck me,” you repeated shamelessly, resisting the urge to smile in triumph when his breathing hitched in the back of his throat. “I want you.” And that was it; his hands desperately released himself from the painful constriction that his pants had become. All the while you were urging him to hurry the hell up, raising your hips to meet his and trying not to suffocate in the outburst of emotions and feelings you were experiencing. “Now, Frank. Now!”
There was only so much distance you could bear once you felt him push into you, slowly, as though you were something fragile that he was scared to shatter. But you were not up for games or thoughtfulness. Still, you could not say whether he was teasing you or being a gentleman but impatiently pressed yourself against him, moaning in delight when for the first time you knew each other in the flesh.
His strained groan made you shiver as you clung to him in the heat of your intimate embrace, your body surrendering to the erratic pace he set in no time. You could not help but reciprocate with strangled cries of your own, and moved in time to meet his frantic thrusts, engaged in this journey to blissful utopia— one you had only dreamed for a long time. Though the scenario was different from what you had conjured, it was even more overwhelming than you could have ever imagined. Bodies melding, it was impossible to tell where you ended and he began; almost impossible to dissociate him from you, to believe that you were two different people at all. You refused to believe that absurd truth in the beauty of this long awaited moment, as your insides uncontrollably quivered and his fingers gripped the skin of your hips, on the border of despair.
It became hard to breathe as his thrusts grew more demanding and unpredictable, his flesh stretching you and filling you relentlessly. His tempo built up with every second that passed and the tension kept increasing, full of raw passion. In the end, you knew there were no romantic pleasantries to be spared when nails scratched and teeth bit every patch of skin they could reach. As soon as you became entangled in the lust you had held back for a long time, there were no restraints to be regarded. You and him shamelessly sought the pleasure you had craved, skins becoming moist with the irrepressible heat that ran through your veins and threatened to consume you whole.
Whatever shred of control he could have had was forgotten when you rhythmically clenched every time he slid in you, and your legs closed around his waist to keep him in place. His hands were all over you, molding you to his body and your mouth was savagely abused by his. You felt yourself unable to endure this blur of crushing sensations, on the verge of tears, as you attempted to push him on his back and take over, just so you could have the chance of finding the sweet paradise you tasted for a brief moment. Still, he would not let you, for his arms enclosed around you and pressed to him, his growls growing in cadence and strength against your neck.
You wanted to cry, wanted to beg him to let you feel the sky at the tip of your fingers, once more, and breathe into the ethereal dream of secrets that were yet to be discovered. But there were no words exchanged, only the joy of being alive after a long and perilous journey. Only the bliss of being in his arms after desolation. There was only you and him on the top of this mountain. Only your cries and moans as you gave in and let him made you his.
At some point, you were conscious enough to realize he had stopped when a sudden movement placed you on top of him. Now that you were not constantly struggling to keep up with him, you were able to appreciate the hazardous sensual look in his sapphire eyes, as he silently asked you to take over, if only to see you in the glory of your mystical release.
A layer of perspiration covered your flushed skins and his hands gently slid up your thighs, finding the curve of your waist to grip it and lower you to him. You had to bite your lips to swallow a scream, watching as he gritted his teeth and hissed at the tight feeling of pleasure that followed. It was impossible control yourself for very long, as you felt every inch of him pleasuring you— the hotness, the slickness and the thrill of such erotic intimacy.
It was ecstatic, revealing, almost liberating when your soul felt one, complete, and found that which you thought had been lost— stolen forever. When you reached that point of no return, when you dared make a leap of faith, you learned to let go and live. The world collapsed onto itself and you fell an eternal fall and into a certain death that you did not mind dying once again. Fire purified and water brought new life within, your body taking in its very first mouthful of air after what had felt like ages— like an eternity lived in darkness. Warmth and epiphany spread to every corner of your being and there was only the elation of sharing his rapturous release. He watched you ride yours under the Sun, your hair garlanded by its rays and stray white petals, before you lost strength and gave in, collapsing softly on his chest.
There could only be so much to say in a moment like this so you remained silent, listening to the faint whistle of the wind that cooled down your still scorching skins. He kept you warm, however, and you snuggled to him until he too had recovered from his idyllic abandon. There was nothing to be said, though. Even if you had thought about the millions of words to convey your feelings, there was nothing that you could have said that you had not already shown him.
You found rejoice in the knowledge that, somehow, something good came after all bad things, just like the calm after a seemingly endless storm.
It was also known that the calmness always preceded one. When you closed your eyes to the setting sun, a familiar singing and the distant cry of a child echoed in the temple but you slept ignorant of the life that began to grow inside of you.