[He moves faster than he had trying to get to the pizza-man. And the bedroom is farther. Frank sighs and kneels on the bed, gently laying Karen down. He kisses between her breasts and his hands slip to undo those tight, tight pants.]
[ She starts giggling as he gets lower, the tingling and heat in her body seeming to spread anew. Her hands grip his hair when he's pressing his mouth between her legs, sounding breathless all over again, ]
[ She laughs again, squirming some after she's naked to get up on the bed more. Laying there, watching him strip, she rubs her feet against his bedcovers, ]
What other Italian traits should I be aware of?
[ She already knows of the one between his legs... ]
[The point of it all was to make her laugh. And the success is really all that matters to Frank. He pulls off his belt and shucks down his jeans. Boxer briefs after.]
[No, that's not an excuse or a reason. Just the only thing he has in his head. Frank kisses at Karen's knees and it's pretty clear where he's looking to settle here. Scooting up so far to rest his head between her thighs, legs hooked over his shoulders.]</small.
[ But she's cut off by a moan leaving her as she feels his lips make contact with her sex again. She's already wet but she knows it's nothing compared to the mess he can make of her. One hand goes back to his hair and the other grips at the bed covers. ]
[No, not an answer. Then again the time for deep conversation is at a stand still. Frank groans and presses his open lips to her. Tongue darts out to gently part the wet folds of her body to reach deep and wriggle.
Not how he thought the night would go. But better. Much better.]
[ Her grip on his hair tightens and she cries out, head rolled back and back arching. Her sex responds to him almost automatically, her arousal leaving her walls absolutely slick as they flex around his tongue, almost spasming in pleasure.
Karen wants to spread her legs wider for him but she likes how it feels to have them on his shoulders. The different position letting him go just as deep.
She moans out his name, writhing on the bed, ]
Frank. God, what you do to me...
[ It's rambling because her brain already feels fried. But this is nothing like how she imagined this night going. At all. It was like they were addicted to each other, drawn or pulled together by gravity. She couldn't escape him.
And had to accept the undeniable fact that she didn't want to. There was no more running from it now, no matter what heartbreak this might bring. ]
[Stroking and moving the way that he does. She's holding him firmly with her hands, her thighs, her legs too. This is where he wants to be. And every movement made to explore the chamber of her body with his writhing tongue a way he hopes to convince her. This is real for him too.
Frank sits up to lick from the base to the top and higher before wrapping his lips around her clit. The same gusto muted because she's sensitive and already practically crying. He stops gripping her thigh to smooth a hand up her belly to cup at one of her breasts.
[ There's a louder cry at the way he tongues her clit, a hand moving to cover his hand as she pushes her chest into it. Eyes squeezed shut she can feel herself quickly edging towards climax.
She pants his name like a prayer, toes flexing involuntarily over his shoulders. She's so close. ]
[Lips puckered close with his tongue doing the stroking and circling. All of Frank's fingers palm and knead at the soft, soft skin of her breast. His eyes are closed and devoted to bringing her to her end. A little murmur in his throat because committing to the act, going at it with attention and tenderness and feeling her body hum with pleasure right back to him.
Goddamn is it good. Frank's lips part further to gently suckle too.]
[ Her cries become more pleading at the suckling, knowing it'll be the thing that undoes her. ]
Frank! Ah--god. Nnnng-AH!
[ It takes only a few more moments of his mouth working on her like that and she's coming against his lips with a sob, body spasming and back arching off the bed. ]
[Feeling her release, listening to her, Frank moans and his sounds are lost against her. The suction grows lighter and the licking motion slower. Easing her down and his hand close to her breast gentles though he can't stop enjoying how it feels. Karen's beautiful, so damn beautiful.]
[He leaves her sex with a parting little kiss as he then lightly kisses her hip, her stomach, the inside of her elbow as he eases his way on back. And in discrete ways wipes away some of the wetness on her body.]/small>
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They're going to cut it all off, aren't they?
[ It's funny how she can't really imagine him without it. ]
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...yeah. See though, the minute it gets cut it starts growing again.
[Frank smiles and leans on in to press his grin to the fabric of her panties.]
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Peachfuzz doesn't count. Still bald.
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I'm Italian. Peachfuzz will stop by noon.
[Lower, lower still until he can rumble her clothes on the floor. Since he's there he takes off his shirt.]
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What other Italian traits should I be aware of?
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[Kidding for the most part but hot damn they're in a compromising situation so uh. Frank clears his throat and pulls the belt from his loops.]
I'll shout and raise my voice at the drop of a hat?
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So it's true what they say about "hot-blooded Italians"?
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Yup. They love forever.
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How do you know that?
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[No, that's not an excuse or a reason. Just the only thing he has in his head. Frank kisses at Karen's knees and it's pretty clear where he's looking to settle here. Scooting up so far to rest his head between her thighs, legs hooked over his shoulders.]</small.
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That's not an ans--
[ But she's cut off by a moan leaving her as she feels his lips make contact with her sex again. She's already wet but she knows it's nothing compared to the mess he can make of her. One hand goes back to his hair and the other grips at the bed covers. ]
Fuck me with your tongue again. Nng.
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Not how he thought the night would go. But better. Much better.]
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Karen wants to spread her legs wider for him but she likes how it feels to have them on his shoulders. The different position letting him go just as deep.
She moans out his name, writhing on the bed, ]
Frank. God, what you do to me...
[ It's rambling because her brain already feels fried. But this is nothing like how she imagined this night going. At all. It was like they were addicted to each other, drawn or pulled together by gravity. She couldn't escape him.
And had to accept the undeniable fact that she didn't want to. There was no more running from it now, no matter what heartbreak this might bring. ]
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Frank sits up to lick from the base to the top and higher before wrapping his lips around her clit. The same gusto muted because she's sensitive and already practically crying. He stops gripping her thigh to smooth a hand up her belly to cup at one of her breasts.
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She pants his name like a prayer, toes flexing involuntarily over his shoulders. She's so close. ]
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Goddamn is it good. Frank's lips part further to gently suckle too.]
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Frank! Ah--god. Nnnng-AH!
[ It takes only a few more moments of his mouth working on her like that and she's coming against his lips with a sob, body spasming and back arching off the bed. ]
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It's really... not fair... how you do that. Ruined me for any other guy...
[ She knows because not many guys have made it seem so easy to make her a mess of her like this (if any). ]
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That sounds plenty fair to me.
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You would think that...
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Yeah...well... I mean... You're clearly not poorly off.
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[ Her hand moves down his back, rubbing at the muscles she can feel. ]
Do you want to fuck?
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Yes, God, yes.
[There's a throaty snicker at his how enthusiasm.]
I uh...I got condoms.
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