CHAPTER 5
Veronica moaned as she sucked and pumped at Frank’s cock, alternating between sharp, fast movements to ramp him up, and then slow, rhythmic movements to bring him back down. She revealed in the way his muscles flexed and twitched in response to her. She lost track of how long all this went on. Her own arousal was maddening in and of itself, but she knew it would be worth waiting for when he finally sunk his length into her.
Veronica heard Frank release a growl, and she felt his tip slide past her lips as he suddenly withdrew from her.
“Bed, now,” he commanded, and Veronica bit her lip at the assertion. She wasted no time, and got up to move to the bed. She laid herself out in the middle of it, and tried not to squirm as Frank stood beside the bed, his eyes taking her in.
Veronica looked up at him, and unable to stop herself, she began to run her hands along her body. She brought them up along her ribs and groaned softly as she cupped her breasts, her back arching up off the bed as she tweaked at her nipples. She played with them as long as she could stand, and then began running her hands down over her stomach.
Her pussy was dripping and throbbing sharply with the force of her lust, and she couldn’t wait for that first contact with her sex. Just before she reached her destination, though, she felt Frank’s hand clamp down over her wrist. As her mind, had clouded with pleasure, she had not felt him get onto the bed beside her.
Veronica whimpered a little and weakly tried to free herself. Frank shot her a devilish smile, and brought her hand up over her head, holding it there. Veronica gasped as she felt his hand on the inside of her thigh just above her knee, and slowly beginning to trail up. She wriggled and squirmed beneath him at the light touch, and she panted lightly as he came closer and closer to her sex.
Just before he would have touched her wetness, though, he stopped short. Veronica’s eyes snapped open, and she looked up at Frank in a mixture of confusion and disbelief.
“Frank, please…” she whimpered beneath him. Veronica saw a spark in his eyes, and she nearly screamed as she felt his fingertips drag along her slit, gathering up her wetness before circling them around her clit.
Veronica arched her hips up into the touch, and she spread her legs even wider. Frank continued to play at her, running his fingers and the flat of his palm against her soft folds. He kept the touches light and slow, certainly not enough to do anything more than tease her. Sometimes he would increase the pressure just enough to give her a taste of real pleasure, but then he would back off again.
Additionally, no matter how much veronica ached for it, he did not slide his fingers into her. She ached to have something, anything inside of her as he inner walls ached for lack of something to latch onto. It finally became too much for her to take, and she looked up at Frank in desperation.
“I need you inside me…” she whined at him, arching her hips up against his hand.
“Oh yeah?” he teased her.
Veronica felt him slide the tip of one finger just inside her dripping entrance, and her muscles immediately clamped down around it.
“You really do need it,” Frank chuckled, and Veronica thought she might actually dissolve into tears.
Frank withdrew his finger, and Veronica nearly started protesting, when she saw him moving to situate himself between her thighs. Veronica sighed out her relief, and he placed her hands on his shoulders. She brought her knees up alongside him, and when she felt his tip at her entrance, she shuddered involuntarily.
Veronica bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut as he began to drag his tip along her entrance and up over her clit. She could feel her heart pounding and her thighs already quivering in anticipation.
“May I?” Frank asked her, and Veronica nodded frantically. Frank gave her his pure white smile just as he thrust deep inside of her with one powerful thrust.
Veronica barely managed to keep from sobbing at the feeling of him buried within her. She could not keep still, and she immediately began to roll her hips up into his. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and began to start bringing herself up and down his length.
Frank, though, would have none of that. He seized her ankles and unwrapped them from around his body, and instead placed them on his shoulder. Veronica could feel him slide even deeper into her, and her jaw dropped as he looked down at her with a smirk.
Frank began to pound into her with slow, hard thrusts. Each time he bottomed out inside of her, Veronica let out a soft huff of air. She could feel her orgasm slowly building up inside of her, but she knew that there was no way she would ever reach it at this pace. Still, the pleasure he was giving her was incredible, and she didn’t want to ruin that.
Suddenly, Frank pulled out of her, and withdrew from her slightly. Veronica managed to come out of her haze of pleasure long enough to Catch Frank’s eye. She saw him slowly stroking his length as he knelt at the end of the bed.
“Roll over,” he said softly, and Veronica felt a jolt of excitement rush through her core. She loved being taken from behind, but Calvin preferred other positions. She couldn’t even remember the last time.
Veronica obeyed eagerly and her body hummed in anticipation. She felt Frank move behind her, and he situated her legs so they were closed together. When she felt his top at her dipping sex again, she buried her fingers in the bedclothes beneath her. She arched her hips back a little to encourage him, and she groaned quietly as he slid inside of her.
This time, Frank started a slow and gentle rhythm that gradually ramped up Veronica’s climax. She could feel her body moving closer and closer to the edge, and as she grew nearer and nearer, he increased his pace and the strength with which he thrusted into her. Soon, she knew she was just about to go over the edge. She arched her back and tightened the muscles of her thighs, but just when her orgasm was about to crash over her, Frank pulled out.
Veronica had experimented with edging and orgasm denial before, but it was still a cold shock when her approaching orgasm faded away, replaced once again by a burning need ten times as strong. She felt Frank’s hand gently stroking her ass, and she felt him running his head from the wetness of her slit up the crevice of her ass. Veronica’s head was still swimming with a mix of pleasure and desperation, and all she could do was moan softly.
Finally, Frank sank into her again. Veronica felt her orgasm building up inside of her again. She hurried to clench her muscles and seize her own orgasm before Frank could deny it again, but it was in vain. As soon as he felt her clench up, he withdrew again, and Veronica sobbed into a nearby pillow.
“Please Frank!” Veronica turned her head to the side to beg him. “I need to come, please, please let me come!”
“Well…” Frank said lowly as he pressed back into her. “Since you said the magic word…”
Veronica yelped into the pillow as he began again at a brutal pace. She panted and squirmed beneath him as he pounded into her, his fingertips digging into her hipbones to keep her still.
For the third time, Veronica felt her orgasm bubbling up inside of her. She felt a pang of fear as she got closer and closer, still half worried that Frank would leave her aching again.
When the first wave of her climax crashed into her, Veronica opened her mouth in a soundless scream, the pleasure absolutely overwhelming her. As Frank continued to take her for his own pleasure, she dissolved into a twitching, whimpering mess.
Soon, Frank, too reached his end. With a few particularly hard thrusts, Veronica felt his cock jerk inside of her, and his hot seed filled her womb. He stayed buried deep within her for a moment before gently pulling out of her and moving off the bed. Veronica turned her head as the light of her bathroom flicked on.
Frank returned with a warm, damp cloth. Veronica twitched a little as he gently bathed her sex, as it was still sensitive. Frank looked up at her at the movement.
“You okay?” he asked her, his concerned eyes searching her face.
“I’m wonderful,” Veronica smiled, and Frank visibly relaxed, smiling back.
He left to return the rag to the bathroom and turn off the light. He made to get in bed with her but he hesitated. Veronica frowned.
“What is it?” she asked.
“I just didn’t know…” Frank gestured to the bed. “You know, if you wanted me to leave for the night.”
Veronica blinked, remembering her refusal to share a bed with him the night before. She considered asking him to leave, but she was not at all surprised to find that her heart sank at the very idea.
“You can stay,” Veronica said softly. “If you like…”