a slow, sensuous rhythm. Just enough to ratchet up the tension within her to the next level, but not enough to take her over the edge.
“Touch your nipples, pinch them for me,” Frank rumbled against her sex, his strong hands digging into her thighs as he spread her wider and intensified his efforts between her legs. He lapped and suckled and plunged his tongue into her welcoming body, while Edna obediently brought her hands to her own breasts. She tugged at the already sensitive flesh, pinching her nipples until they ached, and the need between her thighs built to the breaking point.
“Come for me, Edna. I want to taste my pussy when it comes.” Frank opened his mouth and covered her entire sex in his heat, his tongue jabbing into her pussy even as he suckled her clit with sharp, commanding tugs.
Edna shattered with a ferocity that destroyed what was left of her thinking mind. She bucked into his mouth, twisted her fists into the fabric of the couch and held on for dear life as her orgasm rocketed through her body. He continued to lap at her core, soft, smooth sweeps of his tongue that seemed to rebuild the erotic tension in her body even before she’d come down from her first release.
“You closed your eyes,” he muttered against her sex as he brought one large finger to glide in and out of where her pussy still pulsed hungrily.
Edna’s eyes flew open to stare at the ceiling. Shit, she had closed her eyes, she hadn’t even realized. But surely he would forgive her. It had been too overwhelming, too intense, too—
“What are you doing, Frank?” Edna looked down between her legs where Frank was still slowly finger-fucking her with one hand, while his other had begun to explore—
“I’m touching my pussy. And my ass. Is this my ass, Edna?” He teased the tight, puckered hole with one slick finger, drawing a gasp from her lips.
She’d never had anyone touch her there. But then she’d never let a complete stranger order her to undress and spread for his mouth either. She’d also never come like that, and never felt so close to coming again just from the slightest manipulation of a man’s hands.
“Yes, Frank, that’s your ass,” she whispered, a shiver running through her at the look in his eyes. She’d never dreamed a man, even her husband, would look at her like that, like some priceless, beautiful creature who he felt honored to have in his care.
Care, that was the word. She felt cared for, treasured, protected. She felt safe for the first time in well over a year, which was completely ridiculous considering the man who had been terrorizing her might be on his way here right now, and this man was a complete stranger.
But he didn’t feel like a stranger, and for the first time in a hell of a long time, Edna realized she felt close to another person. She felt understood, and it was a feeling nearly as drugging as lust. And possibly as addictive.
“Thank you,” Frank said, planting a soft kiss on her thigh as his finger began to tease at her rear entry, working in and out, in and out, until Edna was aching for more, actually wishing that he would penetrate her more deeply.
She moaned and lifted her hips into his next thrust, giving him the clear invitation to take more, push harder, deeper. But he only smiled and kept up the teasing rhythm. He did, however, add a second finger to her pussy, and immediately she felt her walls contract violently in response.
“Don’t close your eyes, baby. Let me watch you this time,” he said as her eyes fluttered and threatened to close.
Edna sucked in a deep breath and willed herself to meet Frank’s intense blue gaze as he slowly fucked her ass and her pussy with his thick fingers. The forced intimacy pushed away the crest of her orgasm, but made every inch of tissue between her legs throb even more fiercely. She’d never been this aroused without climaxing, wouldn’t have believed it possible. It was like discovering there was another two hundred