No need for kinky dreams [s/a]
I was drifting in and out of sleep, feeling pretty content. The lights in the room were dim, the bed felt amazing, the pillows were just fluffy enough and the comforter was super soft and held the perfect temperature. Perfect.
I'd gone to bed pretty early, too tired to keep my eyes focused on the movie Frank had decided to watch, but I couldn't fall asleep right away, too used to having him next to me, making weird sleeping noises. But I must have drifted off at some point, 'cause I woke up when he slid into the bed behind me, tucking the comforter around us and placing a hand flat on my stomach, stroking softly.
”Hey babe,” he greeted when I moved a little, revealing that I was awake. ”Having any weird kinky dreams?”
I made a disapproving noise and felt him chuckle a little; small rushes of breath hitting my neck.
“Wanna fuck?” he asked when he was done laughing, using the same tone as when he offered me the last pasta over dinner earlier. I'm still stunned that he can talk about things like this in a normal conversational voice like this.
“Nah,” I managed to say, a bit more conscious now. “Think I'm too tired.”
“It's okay, I was kind of just being polite anyway.” he said, stifling a yawn. “Maybe we could make out a bit, though? That'd be nice.”
Instead of giving him an answer I started to roll over, his hand on my stomach eagerly helping me with the movement, settling on my lower back when we were face to face.
“Hi gorgeous.” he smiled at me. “Sleepy?”
I nodded a little and smiled back, draping my arm over his shoulder. I wasn't used to seeing Frank like this, all soft, gentle and warm. Usually he was very goal-oriented in bed, which I was fine with, and maybe a little turned on by, but this was nice for a change.
“You're so beautiful.” he whispered, nudging his nose to mine before leaning in and kissing me. There wasn't much lip action, more like lazy tongues rolling against each other, slow and cosy. The hand on my back kept rubbing softly and I smiled into the kiss, almost falling asleep again before Frank spoke.
“And you still manage to get me hard.” he almost complained and withdrew from my lips, and I couldn't keep a small giggle in.
“Thought you were too tired to fuck?” I mocked.
“You're just too hot.” he countered, shutting his eyes and snorting a little as my hand slowly teased its way down his chest, over his stomach and briefly grazed over his erection through his boxers. He pulled me closer and grunted quietly as my hand sneaked in under the waistband and stroked him a few times, just slow and light. He opened his eyes again when I stopped, muttering “I love you” as I helped him out of his underwear before getting rid of my own, not bothering to get out of the t-shirt I slept in.
He teased my by now hard cock with one hand, making me catch my breath, as the other reached for the lube on the bedside table, smearing it over two fingers. I rolled over on my back, pulling him with me and almost on top of me, placing my leg over his thighs to give him better access.
“So beautiful.” he murmured, his hand immediately finding the way down to my ass, circling my entrance with the two fingers before slowly pressing them in together. I made some sort of noise through my nose, wriggling my hips impatiently when he just held them still inside of me.
When he finally started to move I could feel myself relax a little. It wasn't much of an in-and-out motion; he was barely moving his fingertips around, skilfully massaging the spot he learned to find months ago. I just let myself lie back, enjoying the small shocks of pleasure he sent through my body, murmuring his name every so often.
“Another finger?” he asked softly, and I just nodded and smiled, arching my back a little when the third finger made its way into me, stretching a little more. He sped up and started to whisper things in my ear, telling me how hot I looked and how I made him feel. I felt my cheeks getting redder, but kept smiling.
“Ready for me?” he asked after a few minutes of my hips grinding up harsh against his hand, slowing down his movements.
“Yeah,” I half moaned. “Always ready for you.”
He smiled and pecked my cheek, pulling his fingers out of me slowly. Reaching for some more lube, he coated himself with a few strokes and crawled between my legs, which I wrapped tightly around his waist.
“Love you so much,” he said against my lips, positioning himself and slowly pushing in, finding just a little resistance after fingering me for quite some time. I held my breath, loving the feeling of being filled like this, by him. When he was all the way in he paused for a second, panting a little.
“Love you too,” I murmured, dragging my nails carefully up and down his back. He took that as a sign and pulled out a few inches, just to push right back in again, soft and slow, but firm. He kept the tempo just like that, and I didn't hurry him, just joining the pace with my hips, pushing them up to meet him in every thrust, pulling his face down into another lazy kiss.
After what seemed like half an eternity of sweet grinding together like that, Frank started to quicken his movements, his breath coming harder against my lips. I figured it was about time to give my cock some attention, seeing that Frank was obviously getting closer. But when I tried to sneak a hand down between us he pushed it away, pining both of my hands above my head by the wrists in one of his own hands.
“No,” he muttered close to me ear. “Don't.”
I simply nodded, and he sped up even more, but without getting sloppy or losing the rhythm.
“You feel so good,” he breathed in my ear, groaning low, and I replied by arching my back ridiculously high off the bed, gasping loudly at the pressure against my prostate. “I love fucking you like this, listening to you moaning my name.”
“Fuck, Frank,” was all I could muster, letting out a high pitched noise as he bit down on my neck.
He kept up with the dirty talk, pushing into me harder every time, both of us moaning. Just as the warm, tickling feeling started to build up in my lower stomach I felt Frank tense on top of me, moaning my name shamelessly and coming hard, filling me with warmth. He breathed hard on my neck, placing an open-mouthed kiss on my shoulder before slipping out of me and heading south.
When his tongue first was pressed to the head of my throbbing cock, I shuddered lightly with a groan, letting my jaw go slack. When his lips wrapped around me I had to fight the impulse to buck up into his mouth. He hollowed his cheeks a little, tonguing the head every now and then, and I heard myself whimper weakly.
“Please, Frank, please, I...” I tried, hardly knowing what I was begging for. He hummed softly around my cock, making me whine loudly.
Then he bobbed down, swallowing my whole length down his throat and I may have squealed at the sensation. Fisting the sheets I tried to keep my hips still. The third time he swallowed around me I came down his throat, repeating his name and pulling his hair. He bobbed his head a few more times before pulling of, kissing my hip and panting.
“Holy shit,” I said under my breath, still shaking a bit.
“Yeah,” Frank said, crawling up my body with a smirk on his face, giving me a deep, slow kiss before collapsing next to me, one arm around my waist.
“Sleep now?” he asked, smile still noticeable in his voice.
“Oh yes.” I mumbled, curling up against him and drifting off.
I'd gone to bed pretty early, too tired to keep my eyes focused on the movie Frank had decided to watch, but I couldn't fall asleep right away, too used to having him next to me, making weird sleeping noises. But I must have drifted off at some point, 'cause I woke up when he slid into the bed behind me, tucking the comforter around us and placing a hand flat on my stomach, stroking softly.
”Hey babe,” he greeted when I moved a little, revealing that I was awake. ”Having any weird kinky dreams?”
I made a disapproving noise and felt him chuckle a little; small rushes of breath hitting my neck.
“Wanna fuck?” he asked when he was done laughing, using the same tone as when he offered me the last pasta over dinner earlier. I'm still stunned that he can talk about things like this in a normal conversational voice like this.
“Nah,” I managed to say, a bit more conscious now. “Think I'm too tired.”
“It's okay, I was kind of just being polite anyway.” he said, stifling a yawn. “Maybe we could make out a bit, though? That'd be nice.”
Instead of giving him an answer I started to roll over, his hand on my stomach eagerly helping me with the movement, settling on my lower back when we were face to face.
“Hi gorgeous.” he smiled at me. “Sleepy?”
I nodded a little and smiled back, draping my arm over his shoulder. I wasn't used to seeing Frank like this, all soft, gentle and warm. Usually he was very goal-oriented in bed, which I was fine with, and maybe a little turned on by, but this was nice for a change.
“You're so beautiful.” he whispered, nudging his nose to mine before leaning in and kissing me. There wasn't much lip action, more like lazy tongues rolling against each other, slow and cosy. The hand on my back kept rubbing softly and I smiled into the kiss, almost falling asleep again before Frank spoke.
“And you still manage to get me hard.” he almost complained and withdrew from my lips, and I couldn't keep a small giggle in.
“Thought you were too tired to fuck?” I mocked.
“You're just too hot.” he countered, shutting his eyes and snorting a little as my hand slowly teased its way down his chest, over his stomach and briefly grazed over his erection through his boxers. He pulled me closer and grunted quietly as my hand sneaked in under the waistband and stroked him a few times, just slow and light. He opened his eyes again when I stopped, muttering “I love you” as I helped him out of his underwear before getting rid of my own, not bothering to get out of the t-shirt I slept in.
He teased my by now hard cock with one hand, making me catch my breath, as the other reached for the lube on the bedside table, smearing it over two fingers. I rolled over on my back, pulling him with me and almost on top of me, placing my leg over his thighs to give him better access.
“So beautiful.” he murmured, his hand immediately finding the way down to my ass, circling my entrance with the two fingers before slowly pressing them in together. I made some sort of noise through my nose, wriggling my hips impatiently when he just held them still inside of me.
When he finally started to move I could feel myself relax a little. It wasn't much of an in-and-out motion; he was barely moving his fingertips around, skilfully massaging the spot he learned to find months ago. I just let myself lie back, enjoying the small shocks of pleasure he sent through my body, murmuring his name every so often.
“Another finger?” he asked softly, and I just nodded and smiled, arching my back a little when the third finger made its way into me, stretching a little more. He sped up and started to whisper things in my ear, telling me how hot I looked and how I made him feel. I felt my cheeks getting redder, but kept smiling.
“Ready for me?” he asked after a few minutes of my hips grinding up harsh against his hand, slowing down his movements.
“Yeah,” I half moaned. “Always ready for you.”
He smiled and pecked my cheek, pulling his fingers out of me slowly. Reaching for some more lube, he coated himself with a few strokes and crawled between my legs, which I wrapped tightly around his waist.
“Love you so much,” he said against my lips, positioning himself and slowly pushing in, finding just a little resistance after fingering me for quite some time. I held my breath, loving the feeling of being filled like this, by him. When he was all the way in he paused for a second, panting a little.
“Love you too,” I murmured, dragging my nails carefully up and down his back. He took that as a sign and pulled out a few inches, just to push right back in again, soft and slow, but firm. He kept the tempo just like that, and I didn't hurry him, just joining the pace with my hips, pushing them up to meet him in every thrust, pulling his face down into another lazy kiss.
After what seemed like half an eternity of sweet grinding together like that, Frank started to quicken his movements, his breath coming harder against my lips. I figured it was about time to give my cock some attention, seeing that Frank was obviously getting closer. But when I tried to sneak a hand down between us he pushed it away, pining both of my hands above my head by the wrists in one of his own hands.
“No,” he muttered close to me ear. “Don't.”
I simply nodded, and he sped up even more, but without getting sloppy or losing the rhythm.
“You feel so good,” he breathed in my ear, groaning low, and I replied by arching my back ridiculously high off the bed, gasping loudly at the pressure against my prostate. “I love fucking you like this, listening to you moaning my name.”
“Fuck, Frank,” was all I could muster, letting out a high pitched noise as he bit down on my neck.
He kept up with the dirty talk, pushing into me harder every time, both of us moaning. Just as the warm, tickling feeling started to build up in my lower stomach I felt Frank tense on top of me, moaning my name shamelessly and coming hard, filling me with warmth. He breathed hard on my neck, placing an open-mouthed kiss on my shoulder before slipping out of me and heading south.
When his tongue first was pressed to the head of my throbbing cock, I shuddered lightly with a groan, letting my jaw go slack. When his lips wrapped around me I had to fight the impulse to buck up into his mouth. He hollowed his cheeks a little, tonguing the head every now and then, and I heard myself whimper weakly.
“Please, Frank, please, I...” I tried, hardly knowing what I was begging for. He hummed softly around my cock, making me whine loudly.
Then he bobbed down, swallowing my whole length down his throat and I may have squealed at the sensation. Fisting the sheets I tried to keep my hips still. The third time he swallowed around me I came down his throat, repeating his name and pulling his hair. He bobbed his head a few more times before pulling of, kissing my hip and panting.
“Holy shit,” I said under my breath, still shaking a bit.
“Yeah,” Frank said, crawling up my body with a smirk on his face, giving me a deep, slow kiss before collapsing next to me, one arm around my waist.
“Sleep now?” he asked, smile still noticeable in his voice.
“Oh yes.” I mumbled, curling up against him and drifting off.