oorah | ( OPEN ) Frank Castle

[ he laughs, a low, rumbling chuckle against her skin as he manages to get her jeans off and lets them fall to the floor, metal buttons clicking against hardwood. since she already undid his pants, he shucks them off too while he's sitting up, then he's right back over her, guiding her to lay down a bit more comfortably as he fits himself between her legs. ]

No. [ he admits belatedly with a bemused tremor in his voice. she makes him ridiculously nervous, but he feels beyond privileged to be allowed to do something for her, certain she doesn't usually allow such intimacy with her one-time partners.

frank pushes her shirt up more, impulsively grabbing one of her breasts as he continues kissing down to the waistband of her panties. there's a moment of hesitation, but then he's shifting them down with his free hand, letting them pool around her thighs for the moment. he moves forward, licking along the seam of her before his lips wrap around her clit, gently suckling as his eyes make an attempt to connect with hers across her body. ]

[ his response catches her off guard in the sense that... it turns her on. it's the simplicity, she thinks, being reminded of their encounter from before. her fingers grab her tank top and she pulls it up and over her head, tossing it to the side after she feels his hand begin to touch her.

the more he touches her the more excited she becomes, causing her breathing to increase. she's under the impression he'll start off slow, with the way he moves his lips down her body and offers a small lick to her slit. but when he goes straight in for her clit, she offers a small laugh in surprise due to sensitivity before quickly following up with a small moan. ]

Oh, fuck... [ it's said quickly, while closing her eyes and leaning her head back, fingers beginning that tight grip on his head. ]

[ his fingers trail down over her tummy to facilitate her taking her shirt off - something he obviously supports. her outburst worries him at first, thinking he went too hard too fast, and he pulls back only to have her fingers tightening in his hair. he returns her moan with a soft sound of his own as he takes a moment to pull her panties and socks off before diving back in. both his palms settle on her stomach, keeping the skin taught so his lips and tongue can delve deeper. it's immediately apparent she isn't the only one getting something out of this, in fact, he might just enjoy it even more. he builds a steady rhythm of licking inside her then pausing to taste her clit, over and over and over. he doesn't seem to be tiring or slowing down any time soon either. and each time she tugs on his hair, he releases a deep noise of satisfaction against her flesh. ]

[ it feels like a mean tease when he pulls away from her after her first outburst, but soon after when his tongue slides against her she feels her body stretch out and tighten up again as she places a leg over his shoulder. she brings her other hand to his head and curls her fingers against his scalp, having to stop herself from pushing his head in further and let him do his own thing despite her hips rolling forward.

if she had any prior hangups because she wasn't in a position of power, he had done a pretty good job of making her forget about it real quick. this didn't feel like the work of someone who was insecure or inexperienced. ]

[ he loves the sensation of being sandwiched in by her leg on one side and her hand on the other, knowing full well she could keep him there by force if she wanted to. it's exactly where he wants to be anyway though so the thought is only exciting to him, gently shaking his head to push his face even deeper, that irreversibly busted nose nudging up against her clit while he tongues her opening now. his confidence is building as he goes, working against her hips as they cant into his face restlessly, and he loves that too.

frank has to take a second to breathe, but he clearly does so with much reluctance, licking at his lips as his thumb circles that bundle of nerves the same way he had during their first encounter. his goal to keep her stimulated even while he sucks down enough oxygen to redouble his efforts. the second he's able, he pushes his face back between her thighs hungrily, wanting more than anything to get her off just like this. ]

[ it's taking everything she has in her not to pull him in and hold him there was her head tilts against the back of the couch, mouth maintaining an open position as she begins to breath heavy while releasing the occasional moan here and there.

for the most part here eyes are clenched shut, unable to hold them open from the surprising intensity of his actions, but every now and them she opens them to stare at him and watch him in action. there's nothing sweet or endearing about this--this is the type of shit she thought she was getting into with him.

when he stops she immediately opens her eyes and stares down at him, obviously bothered by it all despite it being necessary. while the rubbing is appreciated, the only thing that can satisfy her now is the feel of his tongue lapping her up. licking her lips she nods, grinning a bit when he dives right back into her causing her to release another loud moan. ]

Yes, yes--Don't fucking stop. [ god, if she had any idea he was this talented with his mouth she might have requested this sooner. ]

[ her impatience in this instance is actually really endearing to him, and frank appreciates how right he's apparently doing by her. one arm scoops under her thigh as he rests against his belly on the couch, moving in as deep as he can now. her outbursts are music to his ears, but he's wholly focused on a singular goal now. that familiar request has him humming against her even as his lips fasten back onto her clit. ]

Yes, ma'am. [ he murmurs without picking his head up, only seeming to pick up enthusiasm the more jessica seems to unravel. ]

Shut the hell up. [ she manages to spit out, not wanting his mouth to waste any time on speaking to her. bringing a hand up behind her head she grips onto the back of the couch and rolls her hips further into his face, forcing his head into her slowly, more and more, the closer she gets to cumming without even realizing it.

her whole attention is focused on his actions, body twitching every now and then, especially when his mouth consumes her clit. she's not sure if it's because she hasn't had this in awhile or if it's just because he's that damn good but she's already so close.

much like before her chest heaves as her breathing turns ragged, fingers clenching tightly on both hands and the couch as she holds his face down against her now. ]

F-fuck!

[ being yelled at doesn't deter him even a moment, eagerly tasting every piece of her thoroughly even as she grips tightly to the back of his head and essentially fucks his face. this might be his favorite part actually, bearing witness to her total loss of control. the sharp feeling of her grip at his scalp radiates down the whole length of his spine and he moans without pausing, no matter how his lungs scream for attention. the fingers on one hand splay across her belly, drawing her clit even deeper into his mouth. if he were able to speak now, he'd be begging for her to come, so this is much more effective, all told. ]

[ he doesn't need to talk, anyway. his mouth does an equally as good as job convincing her to do so, if not more. between his saliva and with how wet she is, she's practically dripping down his chin.

it all hits her like a wave and suddenly she loses her breath and her body seizes up while holding him in place for a few good seconds before releasing a high pitched moan. her hands continue to hold him there as she cums, roughly grinding herself up against him. gasping for air she quickly pulls his head away after that familiar sensitive sensation hits her and she watches him gasp for air, not even feeling the slightest bit guilty in her euphoria.

she just kind of lays there against the couch, body softening from it's tense state. delicately she runs her fingers through his hair, head resting against the back of the couch once more as she looks at the ceiling, offering a slow shake back and forth. ]

Holy shit...

[ he lays his tongue flat for her to grind against even in the final moments, happy to provide any friction she needs to complete the circuit. the moment she lets him go, he does have to gasp for breath, and it takes him out of watching her for a moment he's sad to lose. but then he smiles softly as she melts bonelessly into the sofa. frank leans his head into her hand like an attention-starved pet while licking her taste greedily off his lips. he settles to pillow his head against her hip as he waits for her to come back down from her high, rubbing some excess moisture from his face onto her leg. ]

Thank you. [ for indulging him. he feels so satisfied in this moment, he doesn't even realize the impressive tent he's sporting in his boxer shorts. ]

No. [ she protests, but continues to rub his head. ] Don't do that. Don't ruin this for me.

[ she can't deal with his smug ass after the fact. at least not comments like that. thanking her after eating her out... as if she were special enough to ever warrant that kind of response from him. she shakes her head briefly with a small smirk on her lips. he's such an idiot, but right now he's her idiot. ]

Besides, [ she begins while sitting up and pulling his head back, bringing her lips close to his. ] you're not done yet. [ she kisses him ferociously because, unsurprisingly, doing it after what he just did doesn't bother her in the slightest. sliding a hand down his chest, she pushes past the elastic on his boxers. ] Why are you still wearing these? [ she pulls away, distracted. ]

Sorry, [ he manages while still smiling, hand reaching for her shoulder to stabilize himself when she kisses the grin right off his face. frank doesn't hesitate to open his mouth to her so she can taste herself on his tongue, getting up onto his knees to allow her access to his waist. ] Got distracted.

[ he leans back to strip off his shirt himself, then pull his boxers off one leg at a time so he doesn't have to shift away from her. finally his socks get torn off and he's grabbing for her arms to pull her up onto her knees too. then he kisses her again, just as voraciously. ]

[ while he's removing the rest of his clothing she removes her bra, throwing it across the room. let's hope she didn't need to leave in a hurry again.

her arms wrap around his neck as she pulls herself into his kiss again, pressing her bare chest up against his own. maybe she was still riding that high but she suddenly remembers how much she missed him--like really missed him--when she was gone for those last two weeks.

sliding herself into his lap she pushes his back up against the couch and grinds her pelvis against his hard cock in a teasing manner while slipping her tongue into his mouth, only furthering her familiar taste from before. ]

[ he missed her obviously, and he tries to inject it into every movement, lips trembling against hers as she teases him. though he really can't find cause to complain. his big hands bracket her back, calloused fingers running up and down her spine while they kiss. when he has to breathe again, he rests his forehead against hers and just enjoys their closeness, unable to hold back a sigh of pleasure against her lips when she shifts in his lap again. ]

I'm real glad you stayed. [ he says suddenly, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear and pushing in for a softer, briefer kiss. then he rests his temple against hers, wanting to appreciate the moment before everything speeds up again. ]

[ it's almost like he picks up on what she's thinking, and she stares at him while he speaks to her and pushes her hair to the side. it's confirmation, validation... whatever it is, it makes her feel good enough to reply back to him with something that isn't sarcasm or an immediate shut down. ]

I never wanted to leave. [ she admits finally in the heat of the moment, probably the most honest thing she's ever said to him. and maybe she means more than just tonight. she gives him a look like she's almost confused she even said that, but there's also a glimpse of relief somewhere in there, too.

her arms slide back and she holds his face while looking down at him with their foreheads still pressed. she pulls away slightly to get a better look at him, but not before kissing him a bit. ] Don't let me go, Frank. [ the look she gives him implies she's not just implying in a strictly physical sense. ]

[ his knees come up to close her in as he leans back some even through those kisses. he'll be hearing that in his sleep. it's honest and raw and he files it away to listen to again and again, savoring these rare moments with her. his heart skips a beat at her ask, knowing he won't deny her anything, but... it's still quite a request. frank holds on tighter with all his limbs like he's taking it strictly physically, but he understands her for what she means as he vows to do just that. ]

I won't. [ he proclaims, squeezing her even tighter, knowing that he can't hurt her goes a long way towards peace of mind. he nudges his nose up against hers and rolls his hips once, wanting her to feel how much he wants her with his whole person, and not just in the moment. ]

Okay. [ it's a nod to his same response from earlier as lips hungrily claim his own while he holds onto her tightly. all she wants is to feel him everywhere, and she really doesn't want him to let her go. she knows how cheesy and cliche it is but she's been so alone and she feels okay with him, like he won't cast her to the side like everyone else has.

instinctively, her hips are grinding against his crotch as she kisses him until a hand come down to grab a hold of his cock and hold him in place as she slides herself down onto him. the familiar sensation causes her to release a noise into his mouth, knees propping herself up before lowering herself once more. she's already so wet from him eating her earlier that she has to fight the sudden urge to go hard against him. even after cumming, she wants him so fucking bad. ]

[ just that one word has him smiling against her lips, sustaining the kiss for as long as he's able. frank pulls in a sharp breath at the grind, holding it when she takes hold of his cock to guide it inside her. he wants to ask again - about condoms...? does she just not do that? but he really doesn't know the etiquette and after all their talking he still doesn't know if they're exclusive or even if he has the right to ask that. god, he is so bad at this, but it won't stop him from gripping her tight just like she asked, breathing through the conduit of their mouths when the kiss breaks but he doesn't want to pull his face from hers. ]

Jess... [ it's just a murmur against her lips, content with whichever pace she sets for them. he can see katharine hepburn's profile just beyond jessica's, but it's no contest in his mind. frank starts to nudge his hips back against hers, keeping his movements easy to override since he knows she will take total control sooner or later anyway. it's clearly not something he minds. ]

[ there it was, that familiar way he says her name that drives her insane. his stupid voice that stuck in her brain even after she was long gone. it causes her to release a small moan against his skin as she leans forward into him, hands still holding onto either side of his face. with her mouth askew she hovers over him steadily, despite her actions moving her body below. god, she missed this. she would never tell him and give him that satisfaction but everything about them just... work, so well together.

she wants to break him--that's all her hips want to do--but franks a classic kind of guy, and he just did something for her so she wants to return the favor. slowly sliding her hands down to his neck she maintains a slow and steady speed, her lips dragging across his cheek over to his ear as she begins to call out to him. ] Frank... Frank I missed you so fucking much...

[ he anticipates the pain - maybe even looks forward to it a little. or a lot. what he loves most is the pleasure on her face, so this position is ideal, he can see every tiny shift on her face. frank trembles beneath her as she draws him in, holding him there with every fiber of her being. he can tell she's moving slow because she knows it will wind him up and it certainly does that and more. frank doesn't move much, though every third thrust or so, he meets her, his hips rolling in a slow grind to stimulate and keep them both present. his throat presses up into her hands in total trust as his fingers dig into her skin, indenting her backside while his heart feels like it might explode.

frank bites into his lip, closing his eyes as she shifts across his ear to drop words into them. he expects... something dirty, maybe. nothing like what he gets. it only makes him clutch her tighter, meeting her pace one for one now, his actions driven by palpable desperation. she missed him? he missed her, but there's something jarring about hearing it, especially now, in such an intimate context. and while she's treating him tenderly, like he's something special to her. she said he wasn't though, that neither of them could have that. when he blinks his eyes back open, it dislodges a tear that runs hotly down his face. he stutters out a breath and buries his face in her hair hopefully before she can see him cry, his hands climbing up her back to hold on in somehow an even tighter embrace. ]

Edited (pronouuunnss) 2019-02-22 05:39 (UTC)

[ thankfully she misses that, because if she would have seen it she would have stopped everything in it's tracks. instead she takes note of his reaction, how his hips begin to match her own beat, causing her to moan slightly. she likes when he digs into her, when he grasps her so hard because he can't contain himself, and when he pushes his face into her hair she tilts her head back, exposing the pale skin of her neck to him.

it's similar for her, in the sense that she knows he enjoys it this way so it means she enjoys it that much more. her hips quicken their pace, just a slight amount while bringing her head back forward to look at him. as much as she's trying to appease him with this emotional route, she finds herself flustered when her eyes meet back with his, heart racing in her chest. it's not supposed to be this way, but goddamn if it doesn't feel right. ]

[ the moisture rubs off on her skin as he leans in to taste the flesh of her throat as it's offered to him, his embrace softening but maintaining its proprietary nature as his callouses slide over her back. his voice releases a pitchy sigh bordering on a whine when she picks up the pace and he leans back again so she can hover over him. his eyes are blown out dark, still wet but obviously full to the brim of admiration for her. his hips piston up into her as his hands slide down to hold at her hips, breaths coming shallow and quick as his own completion builds behind his belly. ]

Hi. [ he says lamely, the word quivering the tiniest bit as he meets her gaze. his hips circle as he presses his lips to hers and shuts his eyes, reveling in the feeling of their coupling though even he could stand for some more roughness now. ]

[ he's better now, right? maybe not 100% but definitely better than last time. when he says "hi" to her it sparks something inside of her--she's not mad about it, but it's definitely not a reaction she wants to hear right now. she knows he's just trying to be cute, but the only thing she wants to hear coming out of his mouth right now is uncontrollable words or sounds.

a smirk is the only response she gives him while moving into an up right position, one hand coming to push her hair out of her face before holding it in place behind her head. her hips start increasing speed once more, only this time keeping a steady incline in it's pace. her eyes close and she bites her bottom lip and she maintains that position a bit with her hand behind her head, grinding quickly up and down him. ]

[ he's all in one piece for sure, though still bruised and banged up. there might even be a few new ones, but nothing like billy's crew and the pilgrim had dealt him. frank chuckles as she draws away from him, then bites into his lip as he watches her. she's so... different, from any woman he's ever known. she constantly keeps him on his toes and he couldn't be more into it if he tried. slowly, out of joint with the fast pace she's adopted, frank's hands run up over her sides to fit his palms to her breasts. calloused thumbs drag across her nipples as he does his best to match her rhythm. ]

You're... [ he rasps out, a million different adjectives racing through his mind, but he worries she won't appreciate a single one, so he lunges forward to fit his lips to her chest instead, hands smoothing back down her sides as his lips close around one hardened nub, then the other, his tongue chasing the action across in hopes of pleasing her more than lame words could. ]

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