Chapter 32: Chapter Thirty-Two

Gloria let her head fall back against the wall and fought the burning tears stinging her eyes. She bit her lip, hard, trying to keep it from trembling. She heard Frankie arrive back in the hallway and looked up at his approach. He was still naked and watching him walk toward her with the muscles of his abdomen, arms and legs bunching with each step or aggravated clench of his fist made her want to hold him down and just take what she wanted. Instead she took the kitchen towel he held out for her. It was warm and damp.

Frankie pointed toward the stairs. “Go upstairs to the bedroom. Sit on the bed. Do not move. Do you understand?”

He didn’t wait for her response. He walked back toward the kitchen shaking his head and muttering to himself. Though she certainly didn’t feel like it, Gloria held her chin high as she did as she was told. She quickly climbed the steps and walked into his bedroom. She used the towel he’d given her to wipe the smear of blood from the insides of her thighs. She ignored how her nose pinched with emotion as she resituated her dress and sat on the edge of the bed.

Not even a minute later, Frankie appeared in the doorway. His arms were loaded down with baskets and bags. He didn’t look at her as he walked through the room into the bathroom. He kicked the door shut with a crack. She heard the water start to run and she laid back and interlaced her fingers over her stomach. She stayed that way for a few more minutes before Frankie left the bathroom. She could hear him muttering to himself again as he walked by and out of the room again. He did that three more times: going downstairs to gather supplies before locking himself in the bathroom. It was nearly twenty minutes later when she felt his hand running up her thigh.

Gloria opened her eyes to find Frankie holding a hand down to her. She sat up and looked around, wondering what he was up to. She let him take her hand and pull her to her feet. Frankie surprised her by dipping and swooping her up into his arms bridal-style. He pushed open the door of the bathroom with his shoulder and stepped into the steam-filled room. The steam slowly slipped out of the door revealing what he’d been working on. She couldn’t even find the air to gasp.

He’d lit dozens of candles. They sat around every surface, illuminating the room in a romantic golden glow. They all varied in shapes and sizes from tea candles to large glass jars. The scents mixed together creating something she would never be able to replicate again. It clogged her nostrils and stole her breath. Frankie set her down and she continued to look around the room.The steam appeared to be coming from the tub where multiple bottles of oil, tinctures and extracts waited to be used. Then she noticed the petals. Rose petals littered the floor and floated on the surface of the tub. It was a scene out of a romance novel… and he’d done it… for her.

Frankie stepped up behind her and smoothed his hands over her shoulders. His lips touched her neck and she moaned. His mouth came to her ear. “This… this is what you’re worth, Gloria.”

Gloria turned and Frankie looked down at her with adoration. She didn’t know what to say… so she didn’t. Instead she stood on her toes and touched her lips gently to his. Frankie purred as he held her face in his hands and returned her kiss. It was soft, careful, and in a matter of moments… hungry. Frankie reached behind her for the zipper to her dress. It slid down easily and then came off her body even easier. His hands touched her bare skin and his fingers dug in. He stepped her backward. Her fingers worked diligently at her bra until it too came free. Her knees hit the edge of the tub but instead of letting her in, he stooped so that he could take a nipple into his mouth.

Gloria gasped and fisted his hair in her hands. She placed her other palm against the tub, trying to keep from falling back into it as he sucked and played. His teeth pulled and then released, only to move on to the next one. She never knew she had so many nerve endings in her breasts. Perhaps it was just his touch that ignited them. He stood back up and kissed her again, his movements becoming more desperate and demanding.

“Get in the tub,” he whispered against her lips.

She nodded and turned. He held her hand as she stepped over the edge. The water level rose dangerously high as she sank down. His eyes perused her body from above as goosebumps rose over her skin. His hand moved along his dick as if coaxing it to behave. She sat forward so he could get in behind her. Water spilled from the tub onto the floor as he got in. He lifted her and sat her on his lap.

Gloria moaned as his cock slipped between her folds. She instinctively started gyrating against it, loving how it felt pressing against her clit. Frankie’s hands touched her skin. He glided a handful of soap along her back, up over her shoulders. He lifted his hips in time with hers as she rode him. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs stroked her nipples. Gloria leaned back and wrapped her arm around his neck. His left hand fisted in her hair and turned her head at an odd angle so he could continue kissing her. His right hand skimmed down below the surface of the water. As his dick continued to toy with her entrance, his fingers started to play with her clit.

“Oh my God,” she breathed as the sensations started to overwhelm her.

“Do you like that, Vixen?” Frankie asked against her ear. His breath fanning her neck nearly pushed her over the edge. “Do you like me playing with you?” Gloria nodded. “You can touch me too,” he encouraged, prodding at her entrance.

She nodded her understanding as the only words she could think of at the moment were, ‘God,’ ‘please,’ and ‘fuck.’ She slid her own hand up around her throat, down over her breasts and along her belly. Frankie groaned behind her as he watched her hand move over herself. She took his cock in her hand and started to stroke. Frankie hissed behind her and moved his fingers from her clit to her core. He inserted one finger and matched the rhythm she used on his cock.

“Fra-Fra…”

“Do you want more?” he asked, his voice thick and clogged. She nodded.

His teeth grazed her neck as he entered a second finger. She moaned and tightened her hold around his neck.

“More?” he asked again, his voice nearly inaudible as his hips jerked out of rhythm.

“More,” she whispered, sitting up.

Gloria stood and turned. Frankie watched with a raised brow. Then she sank down to her knees. The tub was larger than average, but the curves of the porcelain still forced her knees to dig into his thighs as she positioned herself over him. She clutched his face in her hands and kissed him. Frankie’s hands flexed against her hips as their teeth scraped and their tongues fought. She placed her hands on his chest and pulled away so she could catch her breath.

“We can get out of the tub,” Frankie panted.

“Why?” she asked, biting into his shoulder and making his grip tighten to the point of leaving bruises.

“You might be more comfortable on the bed,” he argued.

“No. I’m tired of waiting. I want you now,” she whispered against his lips as she grew bolder with her movements. Each pass she made along his dick would end with her positioning herself over him, ready to sink down.

“It’s just… Ahhhh, shit,” Frankie groaned as she rose up and sank down onto him in one fluid movement. He sucked air between his teeth and flung his head back against the edge of the tub. His grip on her arms tightened and she whimpered.

Her palms constricted on his chest. Gloria was fully seated on him, his cock filling her in a way she could have never prepared herself for. Her pussy pulsed against him, begging for movement. She rose up until the head of his dick was the only thing inside her and she slid down again. Frankie gasped. One of his hands left her arm to clutch the tub. She stopped her movement and rotated her hips as she tried to become used to the size of him inside her.

“Are you okay?” she asked, breathless.

Frankie’s mouth curled up at the edges and one eye opened to peek up at her. “Fuck yeah, Vixen. You have no idea how fucking okay I am right now. I’ve just never…” He swallowed as she rose up once more and came back down.

“Done it in the tub?” she asked with a raised brow of curiosity.

“No…” He chuckled. “I’ve just never done it… without...” He didn’t explain further, merely shook his head and gritted his teeth.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” he barked out quickly, making her smile widen. He cleared his throat. “No… just… use me, Vixen. Chase your high. Close your eyes if you need to. This is about you and what you need. Take what you want from me.” He smiled against her lips. “And I’ll try to hold out as long as I can.”

Gloria nodded. She placed her hands along his shoulders and closed her eyes, focusing instead on just feeling. She rose up and down a few times. She ground her hips against him enjoying how the coarse hair around his dick pressed into her clit. She moaned and threw her head back as his lips unexpectedly closed around a nipple. She ran her hands through his hair, holding him in place as the combination of his tongue and his dick sent waves of pleasure cresting and crashing over one another from her breasts to her pussy. His teeth grazed her nipple and she cried out. She started to move faster, chasing the feeling his treatment wrought on her.

“Oh, God, that feels so fucking good,” Frankie whispered in encouragement. “Let me take over, Vixen. Let me show you.”

She nodded her consent and he fisted her hair so he could pull her head down for a kiss. His hips rose up to meet hers. Water sloshed over the edge of the tub. His practiced thrusts clashed with the novice way she moved her hips until his hand gripped her thigh. His fingers dug into her flesh as he held her down, forcing her to take him deeper and hold before pulling back out. His kisses became more frenzied. The pleasure building in her stomach expanded. Her breathing was short, desperate. Her body ached. She felt it, creeping up through her belly, threatening to explode. She wanted to reach out for it. She wanted to claim it but it remained just out of grasp.

As if sensing her thoughts, Frankie dropped his other hand and started circling her clit. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on as his pace quickened. She tugged at his hair, making him hiss and then groan. Then it happened. Climax.

That was the perfect word for it. The months of buildup. The days of hesitant touches turning into moments of desperation all coalesced. She felt her core clamp around him as the pleasure rippled out through every nerve ending in her body, turning the muscles it washed over into useless rubber. She felt a scream bubbling up in her throat and rather than release it in his ear, she bit down on his shoulder. Frankie’s muscles went taut. The fingers in her thigh dug painfully into muscle. His hips struck roughly against her one more time. He growled as he came inside her. She gasped at the sensation of his hot seed coating her warm walls. She could feel it soaking into her body, joining them in a way no one would ever be able to take away. His body jerked and his low groan echoed across the room as they held each other’s shaking bodies.

It was several minutes before either of them could speak. As the high of what they’d done started to fade, she could feel the repercussions of her deeds. Her knees were bruised from being pressed against the edge of the tub. Her core stung in a way that would leave her sore for days. Fresh bruises were forming along her arms and thighs. But his fingers skimming down her chilled back kept the pain at bay. She glanced around at the flooded bathroom and gulped. She looked down at Frankie who had laid his head back against the edge of the tub. His smile was easy, content as his fingers continued to glide over her.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “About the water.”

“What fucking water?” Frankie asked, not even bothering to open his eyes to look.