And then I turn the dagger in my grip, sinking the bulbous end into her snug cunt. There’s resistance, and I start withshallow thrusts. Frankie whimpers as her pussy struggles to accept the handle. That won’t do.
“C’mon, menace. You can take it.”
She thrashes against invisible bonds. “Too much.”
“Relax,” I coax.
Frankie does, or tries to. I lean in and lap at her clit. A gush of her tangy flavor bathes my tongue when I seal my lips around her sensitive nerves. My first pull is long and deep. The craving kicks in, demanding more. Gulps flood my throat with her taste. I’m struck by another shot of desperation.
My tongue works her faster as I push the handle in and out. She takes the whole length easily now. Soft cries praise me. Those noises grow louder as I increase the pace again. Lust wraps a fist around my dick, stroking harder with each drop of her that drenches me. Precum drips from my tip. I stave off the desire to chase relief.
Just as trembles begin to quake Frankie’s limbs, she shoves away from me. A grip that’s stronger than I’d give her credit for pulls me off the floor. In a swift maneuver, I’m flat on my back and she’s straddling my lap. She hovers over me on her knees, canting her hips forward. It gives me a clear view of where the knife is still sunk to the hilt. While staring at me, she draws the handle out of her pussy and rests it above my dick. She’s not empty for long.
“Your turn to be fucked, stud.”
A yearning like I’ve never felt chokes me as she gets into position. Frankie feeds herself my cock, lowering slowly until we’re locked together at the core. The dagger is wedged between us as she begins to rock. Pleasure is quick to clutch me in an unforgiving hold. My teeth clack and crunch into dust. Dammit, I’m not going to last.
Especially not with this woman on top of me. She rides my dick while grinding against the knife like a rodeo star. It’s adamn fine sight to behold. I’ll cherish the sheer bliss contorting her features until my last breath.
“Almost,” she murmurs. “Close. So, so close.”
I grab the leather sheath and take control of the knife. In response, Frankie’s pace turns frantic. She bounces on my cock while I strum her clit. A clamp from her inner muscles shoves me to the edge. I can’t go over without her.
My free hand lifts to cup her breast. She cries out, thrusting her chest into my grasp. A steady throb begins to pulse through me. I pinch her peaked nipple between my thumb and forefinger. That’s what does it. Her climax hits with a full-body jolt. Tingles fondle what remains of my stamina. Relief swoops in, drowning me in a rush of warmth. It’s nearly blinding.
“Just like that,” Frankie mumbles while floating through her orgasm.
I watch through bleary eyes, victim to my own release. Heat spreads between us until I’m numb to it. All I sense is her squeezing my dick through the haze. My palms manage to find her hips and anchor me to the moment.
We arrive on the other side in a burst of labored breaths. Frankie lies on top of me, pressing her rapid heartbeat to mine. I trace the delicate column of her spine with two fingers and bask in the glow. Her hips lift slightly and she peels the blade from my skin. Its handle is soaked, glistening in the low lighting.
“Good call on the knife play,” she rasps. “That was… fun.”
“Glad we’re on the same page.” I chuckle, jostling our joined position. “Figured you were gonna carve your initials into my flesh.”
Frankie props herself up on a wobbly elbow. “This is our first date, stud. Give a girl time to fully commit.”
“We’re not in a hurry.” I roll her under me and gently pull out. “But you’re not going anywhere. Get used to being mine.”
She blinks at me as I sit on the edge of the mattress. “Where are you going?”
“This”—my palm rests between her thighs—“is our mess. I’m going to clean you up. Don’t move.”
“Ummm…” Her legs cross, trapping my hand. “I’d rather you didn’t.”
“Don’t freak out, but I want to take care of you.” My lips meets hers in a chaste kiss. “Please let me, menace.”
Frankie’s smile is almost shy. “If you insist.”
Winter in Minnesota is a frigid bitch. January’s windchills are just plain mean. Twenty below zero isn’t even that bad in the grand scheme, but it still feels like a million needles are stabbing into my exposed flesh. I tuck my chin tighter to my chest as the school bus takes its sweet-ass time arriving.
Finally, after my fingers and toes begin to lose feeling, those yellow flashing lights appear around the bend. I shuffle closer to the road as the brakes squeal and the door folds open. A burst of sunshine hops down the stairs to warm my soul.
“Frannie! Why is it soooo cold?” Ronnie’s teeth chatter as she races toward me.
I cuddle her against me, bend low, and make a run for the house. “It’s that time of year, kiddo. Spring will be here before we know it.”
A shiver racks her whole body. “That’s soooo far away! The snow is never gonna melt.”