[ he can tell he's overwhelming her, he just can't tell if it's strictly a good thing or not. she told him not to stop, and he wouldn't wittingly disobey, but he does ramp down his own intensity just a bit - his thumb moving in slower, lighter circles and his hips rocking in shallow, short strokes. this is honestly his sweet spot, he could stay here a long damn time if she wanted him to, and she doesn't seem ready to let go yet. he's not sure he is either.
the tender way she holds onto him only cements it as the right choice, a pleasant shiver working its way up his spine as he presses his lips to her forehead, basking in their closeness while he has it. the way she says his name is something he hasn't heard in years, but ironically that's why he keeps saying her name, why he focuses so intently on her. why he stays present even when most people would be miles away. frank can't afford to slip backwards, for jessica's voice to morph into his wife's. he picks out the differences, no matter how small. jessica's voice is deeper yet breathier, but there are only so many ways to say a name like his and when she says it again, he has to take a minute.
his nose presses to her cheek as he takes a deep breath, pace stuttering though his body's urgency hasn't waned. he just needs a mental moment to remind himself where he is and why, and the sharp pain in his side is a pretty decent reminder. ] You make that sound real good. [ he praises idly, like he wasn't losing his mind a second ago. frank kisses her softly, something almost apologetic in the act even as he presses down on her clit. a part of him hopes she'll tear her mouth away for another outburst, though he won't hesitate to swallow it either. if she hasn't picked up on it yet: he could do this all night. and as promised: he won't give in until she explicitly tells him to. ]
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the tender way she holds onto him only cements it as the right choice, a pleasant shiver working its way up his spine as he presses his lips to her forehead, basking in their closeness while he has it. the way she says his name is something he hasn't heard in years, but ironically that's why he keeps saying her name, why he focuses so intently on her. why he stays present even when most people would be miles away. frank can't afford to slip backwards, for jessica's voice to morph into his wife's. he picks out the differences, no matter how small. jessica's voice is deeper yet breathier, but there are only so many ways to say a name like his and when she says it again, he has to take a minute.
his nose presses to her cheek as he takes a deep breath, pace stuttering though his body's urgency hasn't waned. he just needs a mental moment to remind himself where he is and why, and the sharp pain in his side is a pretty decent reminder. ] You make that sound real good. [ he praises idly, like he wasn't losing his mind a second ago. frank kisses her softly, something almost apologetic in the act even as he presses down on her clit. a part of him hopes she'll tear her mouth away for another outburst, though he won't hesitate to swallow it either. if she hasn't picked up on it yet: he could do this all night. and as promised: he won't give in until she explicitly tells him to. ]