Chapter Six
The following day was where the real fun began.
She woke up feeling refreshed and with a sense of adrenaline and adventure in her heart. She didn’t really check the time, just got up and went through to Frank’s room down the corridor, knocking on.
She heard him groan from inside, having obviously woken him up. “Come on, lazy bones,” she laughed through the door. “I want to explore.”
“Alright, alright,” he grumbled.
After a simple breakfast of eggs and bacon, they set off together and went for a walk round his grounds.
It was scorching hot outside and their pace was slow and sluggish, but it was nice just to be there and be with him.
At one point, he reached out and took her hand in his, but after half an hour of walking through the open scorched grass and desert wasteland, Sammie was too hot and wanted to go back.
“I did warn you about this,” he chuckled.
“How long would it take us to walk to your neighbor’s place?”
“About two hours. Three if we go at your pace.”
“I can’t walk at all in this heat.”
“Yeah, me neither. Why d’you think I spend all my time indoors?” He chuckled as they turned around and walked back.
She was perfectly happy to spend the rest of the day indoors with him, just hanging out and relaxing.
They turned on the PlayStation and had a few games together, then listened to music and chatted, then watched TV and some more films. It was surprisingly easy to pass the time that way, and besides that, they just loved talking to each other, getting to know each other even more.
It was late afternoon and they were curled up on the couch together listening to music, and that was when it happened…that was when things graduated to the next level between them.
It was Frank who made the first move, which Sammie was glad of.
He reached out and placed one hand on her cheek, tilting her head slightly so they were looking into each other’s eyes. He held her gaze a moment.
He could feel both their hearts pounding as they looked into each other’s eyes. She was everything he could have ever imagined, and now, he was going to kiss her for the first time. He was nervous; terrified even, but that was alright. It would all be fine in a moment.
Sammie’s tongue came out and gently passed over her bottom lip, then she reached out with both hands and placed them on his waist. She was nervous too, but more excited than anything else. She’d been looking forward to kissing him for so long now; all those handsome pictures she’d seen on his profile, and now finally having him in person. He’d acted like a true gentleman for waiting this long, but she wasn’t so keen on the idea of waiting any longer.
As he began to lean in and close the gap between their faces, she moved too and went in to meet him, both their eyes fluttering to a close the closer they got.
Slowly, gently, Frank touched his lips against hers in a chaste, loving kiss. He didn’t push it too much, but he also didn’t move away either, allowing his lips to linger there so that she could choose what to do next, leaving the ball in her court.
Sammie reacted to their new situation in exactly the way he had hoped, by pursing her lips slightly and softly returning the kiss, her arms sliding up from his waist and around his back, wrapping round him to pull and keep him close.
He shuffled forwards a bit on the couch to get more comfortable, one knee moving to rest up on it and twisting his body to face her more full-on, then his hand slid from her chin to around the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as the two of them extended the kiss.
What had intended to be just a peck soon turned into more.
As Sammie returned the kiss Frank returned another one, and then Sammie returned yet another, the two of them moving their mouths over each other’s again and again. Soon, their lips had parted and the kisses were becoming more open mouthed and continuous, more heated.
Much to Frank’s surprise, it was Sammie who took control and made the next move. She placed both her hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him backwards onto the couch. Of course, he went with it, not putting up any resistance as he slowly leaned back and lifted his legs up.
The kiss was broken as he did so, but not for too long.
She swung one of her legs over and straddled him, took a moment to observe him from her new position, her hands still resting on his chest.
He thought he saw a flicker of a smirk on her lips before she leaned down again and crashed their mouths together with renewed vigor and heat.
He moaned into her mouth and wrapped both his arms right around her body, able to touch her more easily from this new position. He moved his hands up and down her back, brushing them over her ass and back up again. She responded by pushing her butt up into them whenever they travelled there, then she would grind back down again and writhe their hips together. It seemed like she knew exactly how to get him going.
Sammie gave a soft moan too and tangled one of her hands into Frank’s silky dark brown locks. God, he was so gorgeous, she thought to herself. This was everything she’d ever wanted.
Frank, meanwhile, was rapidly getting hard. This was only supposed to be a kiss but already he felt like it was leading in a completely different direction. Perhaps they’d left it too long. Perhaps he should have kissed her when she’d first arrived. He’d been trying his best to be a gentleman. Now they were both so pent up with sexual tension they couldn’t help themselves any longer. There had to be a release.
He broke the kiss to trail his lips down her neck so he could speak to her, a little breathless. “You…OK?”
She fluttered open her eyes and tilted her head to give him better access to her neck, whimpering softly and nodding. “Mm…”
“Want more?” He asked cautiously, his hands dancing up and down her body again.
She didn’t answer with words, but instead slid her hands in between the two of them, and began to fumble at the button on his jeans, soon popping it open.
Next came the zip, and before long he was lifting his butt up off the couch so she could wriggle his pants down completely.
Inside his soft, cotton boxers, he was already nearly at complete hardness.
She sat up and shuffled down a bit so she was sat mostly on his thighs, so that she could get a good look at him.
She edged her fingers into the rim of the boxers and began to slowly pull them down, her heart racing with excitement at the thought of finally seeing all of him, of touching him, tasting him.
Frank gave a little sigh of relief as his thick hard cock proudly bounced out.
She gasped slightly as she saw it. Just as big as she expected – slightly larger than average – but with a larger girth. She shivered softly at the thought of how it would feel inside her. Not now, though. She didn’t want to rush into sex with him. She wanted to make them both wait. It would feel so much better. She did want this to continue though. She couldn’t just get this far and then stop.
She slowly wrapped the fingers of her right hand around his length and began to stroke him cautiously up and down, just to test the waters.
He let out a shaky moan and arched his back up into her touch. Yeah, that felt pretty damn good, he thought to himself. It had been years since anyone had touched him.
He ran his hands up and down her, then moved them round to the front and up her chest, settling them on her bosom. He gave her breasts a light squeeze. She moaned soft and leaned down over him to push their lips together again.
It wasn’t long though before she broke the kiss and shuffled further down his legs.
He naturally spread them to accommodate her, lifting his head up a bit to watch what she was doing.
Sammie maneuvered herself to in between his legs, then ducked her head down and slowly licked a stripe from the bottom of his cock to the top. It jumped a little in response and Frank gave a louder moan, pushing one hand through her hair. He certainly hadn’t been expecting that. Not that he was complaining. He allowed her to take the lead for the time being, although in reality, he was more naturally dominant.
Sammie pulled back a bit so she could get a good ogle at Frank’s perfectly shaped, perfectly sized erect cock, holding the base with her hand before reaching down and wrapping her lips around the tip.
She felt Frank’s hand come around the back of her head, holding her there in place, his thumb brushing the back of her neck and tangling in her hair a little as he ever so slightly pushed her further onto him. She didn’t need much encouragement though. She took another couple of inches in, then another few more, until the tip of his length was hitting the back of her throat.
She gagged slightly against the sensation, trying to relax her muscles and force her throat to open wider and accept the intrusion. It had been a while since she’d given a blowjob but from what she could remember with previous boyfriends, she’d always been pretty good at it. At least, that’s what they’d told her.
“Mmm, good,” Frank crooned, moaning quietly and releasing the pressure.
Sammie looked up at him, her eyes fluttering, then pulled back a bit to take a breath, coughing slightly.
“Don’t push yourself too hard,” he chuckled.
“It’s fine,” she murmured breathlessly. “I like this.”
“Mm, so do I.” He’d landed himself a hot, English wife who liked sucking cock. He really had struck it lucky, he thought to himself with a small smile, resting his head back on the cushion and allowing her to continue.
She began to twist her wrist back and forth at the base to pleasure him further, bending forwards again and focusing on the tip. Then she hollowed out her cheeks and swirled her tongue around the thick girth, sucking and licking and even grazing slightly with the edges of her teeth, drinking in every small gasp and moan that fell out of Frank’s pretty lips. She could tell he was enjoying this, and that was exactly what she wanted. She smiled a little to herself, starting to get even more turned on, feeling hot and wet between her legs. She ignored her own need for the time being and carried on.
Frank stroked his fingers slowly through Sammie’s hair, then gently squeezed her shoulders, his legs moving a little on the couch and his toes curling with pleasure.
Sammie rocked her mouth back and forth, applying pressure with her lips where she could. She wriggled her other hand down between Frank’s legs and cupped his balls in her palm, massaging them gently as she worked, passing her thumb over the soft flesh of his sac.
He felt the sensations shooting right down his spine and back up again. His body jolted a little and he gently pushed her head away from him, dislodging himself from her mouth.
She sat up and looked up at him. “You OK?”
He bit his lip and nodded, looking back at her with half lidded, pleasure filled eyes. “More than OK, beautiful,” he murmured. “I just…don’t want this to end too soon. Besides…I want to give you some pleasure too.”
“Yeah?” She raised an eyebrow.
He nodded. “Why don’t you throw your legs round this way and I’ll see what I can do,” he chuckled a little and held his hands out to help her.
She smirked and twisted her body round so she was lying on her front, her face near his cock, swinging her legs up towards him.
He grabbed her ankles then spread her legs apart. Now he only had the problem of removing her clothes. He couldn’t very well do what he wanted to do with all those layers in between them, could he?
He released his grasp on her legs and she rested them either side of his head, shifting around a bit and getting comfortable while he reached up and undid the button and zip on her jeans. Next, he placed his fingers in the hem and began to pull them down.
She wriggled her butt and helped him, then pushed them down to her knees, along with her knickers.
Frank chuckled as they came down on top of his head initially, before sitting up and readjusting his position, resting himself on her newly removed clothes and looking up at the sweet, delicious sight that greeted him between her legs.
At this point, Sammie’s cheeks became flushed, a little self-conscious now that she was exposed like that, but she wasn’t about to back out now; they both wanted this just as much as the other, so they’d get past whatever nerves or shyness they had.
“Please,” she found herself whispering aloud, so turned on now, her whole body practically aching to be touched by him, the anticipation building into a fever.
From her position with her head resting on Frank’s thigh, staring at his thick, erect cock, she twisted round a little and lifted herself up, turning back a bit just so she could see what he was up to back there.
She was just in time to see his head disappear between her legs and a moment later, he felt the heavenly warmth of his sweet lips around her clit.
She cried out in pleasure and was unable to stop herself bucking her hips downward into his mouth, wanting more, but she wanted to give him pleasure too, so she quickly dived in and wrapped her lips round his length again, to carry on with what she was doing before.
She captured it in her mouth and began sucking with renewed vigor, the unbelievable sensations Frank was giving her with his tongue only spurring her onwards.
He flicked it back and forth over her clit, then run it flat, right down the center of her now very wet pussy. She moaned around his dick and writhed, her legs shaking. He slid a finger slowly inside her, moving it back and forth while his tongue did the work up top.
Sammie bobbed her head up and down enthusiastically, his cock hitting the back of her throat each time and making her gag a little, but she ignored it and kept right on going, her eyes watering slightly. She scrunched them up tight, the pleasure she was giving him helping to distract her from her own and keep them both going for longer.
Frank’s toes curled over slightly and he began to thrust his hips up, slow and gentle into Sammie’s mouth. He closed his eyes and sucked her entire clit in between his lips, nibbling on it softly then releasing it and palming his tongue flat over the top, lapping up the sweet taste of her juices as he slipped another finger inside her.
Both became lost in the endless waves of pleasure they were providing for one another, the minutes soon passing with neither of them sure how long it had been going on for. Eventually though, the sensations began to build and build and it became too much for Sammie.
Frank had been determined not to let himself cum before he’d brought his beautiful new wife to climax first, and as usual, he got what he wanted. As his expert tongue flicked back and forth, she gave a final moan and tossed her head back, his cock escaping from her mouth with a plopping sound as she filled the room with her cries, calling out her name and grinding down on his face as she came.
He drank down all her juices, moaning a little at the taste and just enjoying the sound of her moans, his hands on her shaking hips, holding her still.
Once she’d taken a few moments to recover, Sammie dropped her head again and swirled her tongue around the tip of Frank’s member. It was his turn now.
It didn’t take very long.
After a few more keen sucks from Sammie’s vacuum mouth, he could feel his climax pooling in the pit of his stomach. It had been so long since anyone had touched him and he was aching for release.
Soon, his hips jolted upwards and he arched his back as he cried out, giving in to his own need and falling over the edge.
Sammie groaned in delight as she felt her mouth filling up with his salty sweet seed. She choked it down the back of her throat and swallowed, the taste of it still lingering on her tongue long after.
She took a moment to keep him in her mouth, just resting there and panting as his twitching cock gradually became limp.
Then slowly, she pulled back and released him, slightly out of breath herself and her cheeks trickled with tears from where she’d made herself gag.
Frank too, released his grasp on her legs, and so Sammie swung one back over and rolled off him, straight onto the floor.
They both chuckled a little as she looked up at him from her position sat on her butt, then he offered her a hand to help her back up, the two of them pulling their clothes back on and returning to a normal seated position on the couch side by side.
This time though, Frank’s arm was wrapped well around Sammie, and she had her legs tucked up, cuddled right into his side and nuzzling his chest happily.
The two of them didn’t speak for quite some time, just basking in the pleasant aftermath of their orgasms and quietly reflecting on what had just happened.
Eventually, Frank turned his head and kissed the top of Sammie’s.
“I’m hungry,” he murmured.
“Mm. Me too. Want me to make you something?”
“It’s fine. I got this.”
“Sure?”
“Mmhm.” He kissed her one more time, then carefully dislodged his arms and – somewhat reluctantly – stood up, moving over to the kitchen area to take a look what was in the fridge. His legs felt shaky and weak to walk on – always the sign of a good orgasm.
He sighed as he looked at the contents. It was times like this he wished they could order a delivery, but it just wasn’t possible living somewhere as remote as he did.
“How does pizza sound?” He called over.
“Pizza sounds amazing,” Sammie called back, smiling and hugging her arms around her chest. She looked at the blank screen of the television opposite her then reached for the remote to turn it on. The music they’d been listening to had long since finished during their…activities, and she kind of felt like watching something now anyway.
The amount of channels Frank had on his TV was pretty ridiculous compared to the ones she had back at home. She hadn’t even realized the other night as they’d only had Netflix on and not the proper TV.
She flicked through the hundreds of channels wondering how she was ever going to be able to choose. It was like going to a restaurant and being given a menu with a hundred pages of food items listed. Pretty exhausting too. She was glad when Frank came over with a couple of beers for them both and gently took the remote from her hand.
“Here.” He pressed a button and a guide came up, with a breakdown of what was currently playing on each channel.
“Oh right, yeah I was wondering if there was one of those.” She blushed a little.
He chuckled and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. “You can choose. I don’t mind.”
“The Walking Dead is on…”
“Sounds good to me.”
She took a sip of her beer then pressed the button to put the channel on.
It turned out to be an episode they’d both already seen before, but in a way, that made it more fun. They chatted while they watched it and discussed the other episodes before and after, as well as their favorite characters and moments from the show in general.
After a while, the oven made a dinging sound, and Frank got up to fetch their pizza, taking it out and slicing it up before bringing it over on a large plate, the two of them digging into the cheesy goodness and filling their bellies.
They had another couple of beers and watched more TV together for about an hour after they’d finished eating, then eventually headed up to bed, sleepy and full.
On the landing upstairs, Frank let go of Sammie’s hand and the two of them hesitated just outside his bedroom door.
She didn’t really want to go and sleep in the spare room, and she could tell that Frank didn’t want her to either; that was why he was stopping. But who was going to say it first?
Well, it was his house, Sammie thought to herself, and his bed. It didn’t seem right that she should just invite herself into it, so she was glad when Frank awkwardly cleared his throat and nodded his head towards his room.
“Did you want to uhh…” He trailed off then cleared his throat again.
He was pretty cute when he was awkward and nervous like this, Sammie thought to herself. She could have interrupted him and said yes, seeing as she already knew what he was asking, but she played innocent and stood there looking at him and waiting expectantly, wanting to make him say it.
“I mean uh…if you didn’t want to stay in the spare room again…” He struggled on, and Sammie took pity on him.
“I’d love to stay with you,” she said with a smile. “Thanks.”
After what they’d done on the couch together downstairs, it seemed a bit weird for them to go back to sleeping in different rooms and different beds.
“Great.” He grinned and looked relieved, then opened the door and led her inside his room.
It was pretty spacious and decorated in a deep red color which made the whole room kind of dark, but also extremely sensual and romantic. It had an ensuite too, which was an obvious perk that her room didn’t have.
“I don’t sleep naked or anything, by the way, so you don’t have to worry about that,” he reassured her as he began undoing the buttons on his shirt and getting ready for bed.
“I’ve had your dick in my mouth, I think I could probably handle you sleeping naked,” Sammie joked.
Frank blushed and then started chuckling. “Yeah…yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“I’m just gonna go get my pajamas, they’re in the other room.” She indicated with her thumb in the general direction of the spare room.
He nodded and continued getting undressed as she dashed off to get them, deciding to get changed into them while she was in the spare room too, just to save Frank any potential embarrassment, and so that she could hang up her clothes in the closet.
When she returned to Frank’s room, he had stripped down to his boxers and was just emerging from the bathroom having brushed his teeth, smelling fresh and minty.
“I thought you weren’t coming back for a moment there,” he smiled as came in, glancing up and down briefly at her pajamas. “Thought I’d scared you off or something.”
“Nah,” she assured him with an easy smile. “Just got changed.” She headed to the bathroom, closing the door behind her and using the toilet before realizing she’d left her toothbrush in the main bathroom down the hallway. Well, she wasn’t going to disappear again and go get it, she could just go without for tonight.
“I left my toothbrush in the other bathroom so no kissing me,” she grinned as she came back out and got into bed beside Frank on the side he had left free for her.
He laughed and reached out to slide his arm around her waist, shuffling slightly closer to her. “I don’t care, I’m gonna kiss you anyway. Now that I’ve got you in my bed…”
And with that, he leaned in and gently touched their lips together.
She allowed it to linger for a few moments longer, pursing her own lips and returning the kiss, but not for too long. They were both tired and after everything that had happened earlier, they were both definitely ready to get some sleep.
“I hope you sleep well,” he murmured. “Let me know if I start snoring or something.”
She smiled and poked him gently in the chest. “I will do. I’ll hit you if you snore.”
“I wouldn’t blame you. I don’t think I do though.” And with that, he reached out with one arm and carefully turned off the bedside lamp, plunging them into darkness.
Just like on the first night, Sammie was struck by the complete silence that the black of the night brought with it. This time, though, it wasn’t quite as intense. She focused on Frank’s breathing as he lay beside her in bed, and found that the slow and steady noise quickly lulled her off to sleep.