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In the dead of night, Frank would come in from his late-night jobs, hiding a significant portion of his work, as he had no intention of telling you he was committing crimes. He also wanted to keep you safe and sound, figuring that if he kept a small portion of his life quiet, it could keep you from getting caught up in the action. His routines were memorable. Come in late, eat the dinner you prepared, cleanse his body of his sins, and then he’d go to bed. However, tonight he couldn’t withstand the temptation clouding his mind as he stepped out of the thick fog that had gathered in the bathroom from his steamy shower. Finding his towel, he looked down to see evidence of the enticing memories of intimacy he played in his mind. The erotic replays prolonged his shower as he desperately touched himself, wishing his hand had been yours.
His dream suddenly seemed within reach as he returned to the bedroom and saw you now awake. Sitting up, your eyes immediately scan his well-maintained figure. The warm bedroom lighting highlighted his body, making his soft beige skin shimmer with droplets of water tracing down his sculpted abdomen.
“What are you doing up?” He adjusted his towel, which rested low on his waist, and you couldn’t resist letting your eyes wander to his sturdy hands, which clutched the thick, white towel. There was the soft print beginning to form between his legs as his cock gradually began to thicken.
“I heard you come in.” You leaned back on the bedframe, pushing aside the heavy covers to reveal the shirt you were wearing, which belonged to Frank. He loved seeing you in his clothes, your body wrapped with him, even when he wasn’t there. The way you clutched the collar to breathe in his scent, becoming intoxicated by the familiarity of his presence. It was heavy and thick, like cream stirred into a rich cup of coffee. Even during his late hours away at work, you still managed to indulge in a cup of Frank, becoming invigorated with every deep breath of his shirt.
Frank shook his head as he laughed lightly, sitting beside you on the bed. He leaned in, and the softness of his blush-pink lips gently pressed against yours.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” He whispered softly against your parted lips, which exhaled the deep fragrance of his shower gel. You could even feel the steam that seemed to have followed him from the hot shower as it curled around your body and enveloped you.
“I don’t know if sorry is going to cut it, Frank.” You teased, gazing deeply into his eyes. Without his glasses, the seduction in his eyes was more apparent. His blue-green gaze shimmered like a clear pool on a bright summer day. Sunlight danced on the still water, inviting someone to dive into its refreshing depths. As you leaned in again, you immersed yourself in the moment. Reaching your hand towards the luxurious towel, you explore the plush fabric until you find something thick and hard hiding beneath it.
“I’m not scared of you.” Frank pushed your adventurous hand into his thick erection; the only thing getting in the way of feeling the velvety touch of your hand was his towel. He shuddered when he felt the gentle squeeze of your hand that wanted to wrap around his cock.
“Sounds like you are.” You purred enticingly into his ear, your voice carrying the heft of how much you yearned for him. Both of your schedules were so vastly different that there was no time to connect, and while Frank reminisced in the shower about what a clear schedule looked like, you did the same just before he arrived home, massaging your aching clit to the smell of Frank’s shirt.
Frank stood proudly, peering down at you as he opened his towel one flap at a time, and there he revealed his cock that bobbed between you both. His tip was just as pink as his lips, which also shone as precum leaked from it. He dropped his towel, clutching his dick in agony before it could even hit the floor.
“Looks like you miss me.” Your eyes stayed fixed on the mesmerizing sight of Frank starting to stroke his aching stiffness as he looked at your body, snuggled in his shirt. Its larger size compared to what you usually wear made him admire how warm you must feel in it. The thick, heavy fabric both kept you safe and served as a gentle reminder that he was closer than you realized.
“So much.” Frank slicked his hair back with his free hand, making the plea in his furrowed eyebrows even more obvious. He pumped faster, and as you reclined onto the plush stack of pillows lined up against the headboard, you parted your legs, motioning for Frank to sit between them.
He obliged, holding himself back from coming too soon, and as he rested against you, the heaviness of his body felt like a weighted blanket that quickly erased any worries in your world. The heat radiating from his body immediately warmed the coolness in your legs, which were no longer hidden beneath the thick covers.
“How was your day?” You and Frank chuckled softly at your sudden shift in conversation, but he also knew this was your way of teasing him, trying to get him to beg for what he really wanted. With the glide of your hands down his sculpted pecs, you teased his nipples and continued to repeat the motion.
“Ahh, s..shit. It was g…good.” Frank’s impatience overtook him, and he held onto his cock to begin easing the swell of pleasure within it, but when he felt you nibble on his ear, he quickly stopped.
“Good boy, Frank.” You nuzzled his face, feeling the brittleness of a low-trimmed beard. Frank’s breath shuddered as your hands traveled further down, and with a light touch, you allowed your fingers to run along his abdominal muscles. Every time he contracted, they became more prominent, sculpted like a marble statue that stood in a renowned museum.
“Ticklish?” You ran your tongue along the cool surface of his minimalist hoop earring. Its appearance is so simple, yet beautifully made for Frank, as you couldn’t see him without it. You loved the way it dazzled, no matter where he stood, as light always managed to find him. Not only was it his earring you loved, but Frank also had a sensory experience with his ear that made his body melt into submission.
“You k…know I am.” He grunted through gritted teeth, pushing down onto your thighs as he tried to push himself up and away from your teasing touch.
“Now running won’t do you any good.” You kissed his ear, biting your lip as you watched his body settle back into the comforting mattress. Small droplets of water still resided on parts of his warm skin, but with the heat rising within Frank in a matter of seconds, he was dry.
“Fuck, come on, please.” Frank dug his fingers into your thighs, using your body as a backrest pillow. When you finally stopped the feathery touch, Frank exhaled curtly and sank into you with huge relief.
“Is that all you had to say about your day?” Your tongue slithered around his earlobe, giving his earring a new shine. The sensation made his cock buck between his legs, its weight so heavy, and all he wanted was for you to carry it.
“Y…yeah. Please, baby. Look at me.” Frank turned to look at you, his eyelids weighted as he begged for you to touch him. Although his pleading eyes never parted from yours, he found your hand, and together you both wrapped your hands around his cock.
“Please.” He moaned deeply, pushing his hips up hungrily because at last he could feel the silky touch of your warm hands stroking along his thick shaft. Veins prominent, strengthened by the rush of lust that flowed in his body. And underneath his heavy breaths were whines of desperation as you teased him with feathery, light strokes from the base of his cock to his sticky tip.
You sank your head into his neck, almost thinking you could hear the rapidness of his pulse, and when you brushed your thumb along his tip, smearing his precum along its sensitivity, Frank's back trembled against your breasts.
“Is this how you were touching yourself in the shower?” You purred softly against his skin, running your tongue along him until you reached his ear. The hushed whimper that escaped him was just as rewarding as feeling his cock inside of you. He was so hopeless, overworked, and deprived of touch that even within the steamy fog and streams of warm water that escaped within the bathroom couldn’t hinder his sensual moans.
“You saw me?” Frank’s head pressed deeply into your shoulder as your hands tightened around him. With a slightly quicker pace, you twist and pull around his cock, and because of the sweet sensation, Frank was silenced momentarily, hardly able to release the evidence of his pleasure.
“I heard you, too.” Biting delicately on his earlobe, you feel the action cause Frank’s cock to pulse within your grasp. You both watched as he grew in size and messier by the minute. His cock swelled within your firm touch as you teased him, listening to the same soft whimpers that accompanied the water spewing from the showerhead.
“S…should have ahh, fuck. You should have j…joined me.” Frank ran one of his hands along his carved body, reaching for his nipple as he too added to the immense teasing. His thick fingers pinch it lightly, and as he looked down at the mess he was beginning to make, a deep, guttural groan was summoned from within him.
“You’re fucking killing me.” Frank unraveled before you, legs sprawled open, balls tightened, and his cock growing messier as precum spilled out of him with a gentle cascade down your fingers. He lost all control when you raised your hands towards his mouth, prompting him to not only lick you clean but to add an even better sensation along his cock.
“Get it nice and wet. Just like you were in the shower.” You watched Frank as he ravenously licked your hand, lubing it up and hardly doing a good job as your other hand continued stroking his cock. His breaths broken, caught within his throat as he gave your palm one final lap with his wet tongue.
“Good boy, Frank.” You kiss his ear as a reward, and immediately his body melts further into yours, causing you both to become one.
“Doesn’t your good boy deserve to come?” Frank licked his palm, reaching between his tall legs to cup his balls and ease their tightness as he was so close to coming, but the teasing made the finish line further than he thought. The distance was growing greater as your slick, wet palm barely touched his cock. He fondled his balls with the same slow, sweet, torturous strokes you feed him.
“Ughhh, fuck. I can’t take it.” Frank’s hips waved like the ocean, dancing with the rhythm of your hands that weren’t afraid to explore the deep depths of its expanse. His cock bobbed in your hand like a buoy almost swept up by the waters of his precum as a lascivious hurricane consumed both of you.
“Not yet, Frankie. Come on. You’re doing such a good job for me.” Your pleading voice, tinged with desperation, made Frank pause his urge to come, but it was mainly the sensation of your tongue tracing his ear again that held him back. Frank has never denied that you had him completely under your control, especially when he felt your warm tongue exploring his earlobe. A motion he had often attempted in the shower, using his damp fingertips to massage his ear while stroking his cock, but it was incomparable to what you did at the moment.
“I know, but—” Frank’s words caught in his throat as he felt your hands move faster. Your warm, wet palms were expertly skillful, and with a motion only you knew—twisting, tugging, and pulling with an efficiency designed for him.
“But what?” You nibbled on his ear, feeling the once-cold, shimmering earring warm up as your tongue heated the steel jewelry.
“Your h…hands…ughh, your fucking hands, baby.” Frank massaged his balls while you kept your perfect pace. The two of you watch as his salmon pink tip, coat entirely with an erotic shine, messy and wet, while his cock bucked like a fish out of water.
"Are you ready for me, Frank?” You whispered softly into his ear.
“So ready. Ahh, shit. Let me come.” Frank’s abdomen contracted, his hips swayed faster, and his groans turned into heavy grunts as he struggled to last any longer. Both your and his touch had become so absent from your two conflicting schedules that he was determined to make this quality time last as long as possible. Even if he were to come now, he would prolong this time together by handling you soon after.
“I’m sure you’ve been taught better manners.” This time, you bit down on his ear with more strength, pulling out a light whimper from Frank’s trembling lips.
“P…please can I come. Fuck. Please.” Frank's pleading voice was cracking under the pressure to come. He couldn’t explain the spine-tingling pleasure of your pillowy hands. Perfectly warm and slicked with his spit and precum. It was too fucking good. You were too good. For him and his stiff cock.
“Ahhh. I fucking love it, baby.” Frank’s chest huffed frantically, his legs opening more as he allowed your hands to milk his cock. Thick, white strips of cum poured out of him, and with every continuous stroke your hands gave him, his body convulsed. He pushed all his weight into you, the pleasure was “too fucking unbearable”. The words echoing in his mind, and when you bit down onto his ear, followed by the slithering of your tongue, Frank couldn’t take it. Now only thinking “can’t fucking stop.”
“Milk me, baby. Ahhh, fucking milk me.” Frank moaned, his hands now bracing themselves on your thighs as he pushed his hips up once more, and his cock erupted again. Cum pooling down your working hands as you milked Frank dry. He whined loudly into the room, his heels pressing into the plush mattress, fingers gripping your thick thighs as he faced the consequence of waking you. It was a punishment he was willing to endure again.
“You’re a messy boy, Frankie.” You studied the weakness in his body as you made him come harder than he had in a long while. The small spasms in his body were all that kept him awake as you stroked his cock lightly, spreading his creamy mess all over himself. Frank tried speaking, whimpering as you gave him one last firm grasp and slipped his cock through your messy, bawled fist.
“Fucking Christ.” Frank groaned, head collapsing back onto you as his sensitive tip couldn’t take the intensity of the pleasure. “I need to give you a goddamn safe word, sweetheart.”
You both chuckle lightly, taking a brief moment to catch your breath, and as you did, you continued playing with Frank’s earlobe. Nibbling on it lightly, kissing and licking it as he sat between your legs, eyes closed, enjoying the feel of your mouth. So much so that it wasn’t long before he and his erection were rising from the bed, and he kept you awake a little while longer for quality time.