[ hearing his name then cuts right through him, his hand reaching out for her face and ultimately tightening on her jaw. his other hand is still on the bed in support as his thrusts slow just a little, unable to maintain the pure speed forever despite his strength and proven endurance throughout their limited encounters thus far. he pushes her chin up so he can nudge his face into her throat, spine curving as he covers her and blunt teeth nip at her pulse point. there's something about his every action now that's tinged in proprietorship though in any true effect he would never claim to own jessica jones. in moments like these, however, it's hard to argue he isn't trying to stake a claim of some kind, even if it's highly fleeting. he starts up an accelerated version of his first pace, cock slowly dragging along her insides until it could almost drop out of her completely before driving back in with a force that bangs the headboard up against the wall. his lips press to hers ineffectually, knowing he can't kiss her now, but he hisses out her name before sealing it with a tug of teeth against her lower lip.
he's reverted back into old habits, focused on their coupling alone and not really interested in speaking out. he thinks the talking will come after, right now he just wants to enjoy covering her body with his and displaying his ability to be aggressive. it's more dominant than he's truly felt comfortable being with anyone, and he knows in part it's because he can't hurt her and even now he's starkly aware of that. as he goes on, he keeps his firm grip on her face, liking that it keeps her gaze in the same line as his as he plows into her. their bodies begin to drag as he slowly loses both the energy and will to hold himself up, finding that the more flush they are the more enjoyable this is and finally he lets go completely so that she's supporting his full weight on top of her. that finally gets a loud cry from him, hand groping at her flank roughly since he no longer has to focus on keeping himself up. ]
[ her arms immediately wrap around his neck when he drops on her, the weight of his body on her chest almost comforting with everything she's feeling. she's lost in him, swept up in the moment between all the emotions she's going through, both physically and mentally induced. more than anything she's entranced by it all; how seemingly perfect their bodies sound slamming into one another, the way he holds her in place--similarly to how she did to him--and stares into her eyes, watching for all those small movements and features on her face that show just how much she enjoys this.
her other leg comes to wrap around his back side, her entire body clinging to his now. she grinds up towards him every now and when she's not completely consumed by pleasure or when it's in between his fast paced thrusts. she's been moaning pretty steadily loudly this entire time, but after her arms wrap around his neck and he's laying against her she brings her lips up to his ear and breathes heavily, bringing her volume down so he could be the only one to bear witness to it all. she's so caught up in it that she doesn't have a lot to say, but he does manage to bring her to one particular sentence. ] Don't stop--don't ever stop.
[ it feels perfect, but unsustainable, his hand moving to tangle in the hair at the back of her head, tugging gently at first and then rougher as he continues to thrust in and out. his forehead rests against hers for a few beats, wanting her eye contact but needing a moment. each time their pubic bones catch and grind, he completely loses the thread and has to start his rhythm over from scratch, but he'd never complain. even just her breath in his ear reminds him who he's with and why and it's elating. ]
Ever? [ he only manages as a breath back, willing to obey as ever, but he lifts his head to make sure they're on the same page. frank could easily topple over the edge in the next few minutes if he allowed himself to, but he'd never miss an opportunity to draw something like this out. he revels in the torture of it, as she's surely recognized, both in his own denial and any way he can maximize her pleasure. ] I won't.
[ his hips stutter so he can shift again, both arms wrapping around her middle in a tight embrace while his pace becomes more consistent and even. it's slow, but hardโeven rougher than he first started out. it feels intensely raw but he knows he could keep this up for quite a long time which is precisely what she asked for. ]
[ there's something incredibly satisfying about listening to his simple compliance to her in this moment and she impulsively leans up and grabs him in a quick, heated kiss before it's broken up by another moan. by the time she leans back he's already moving his arms down and slowly slamming himself into her and it causes her hands to grip onto his forearms tightly, not realizing the strength she's putting into it. by now her hips have stopped and she's simply allowing herself to take him in.
when she had told him not to stop she really meant just that, but she can feel that familiar sensation creeping up on her, quicker than she had anticipated from this sudden roughness. she lets out another loud sound from her mouth in realization of it all as half lidded eyes stare up at him with that same helpless expression. ] Frank... [ it's barely spoken out as a whine, eye closing tightly now. ] Yes, yes--
[ he lets out a low moan against her lips, just as satisfied as she holds onto him too tight. as it is she might bruise him, but he wouldn't complain if she held on tighter still - it's something that only excites him further and makes it even more apparent how much he loves her strength and no matter which position he takes: that he's ultimately no match for her. frank buries his face in her throat, grunting lowly with each rough slam of flesh-on-flesh. he can feel her muscles begin to flutter around him and he's torn between wanting to give her what she wants and obeying her earlier directive. ]
Are you close? [ it's a huff against her ear, entirely breathless as he squeezes her even tighter himself without altering the degree of force he's putting to her. it's mostly rhetorical in the end when he knows the answer and it's only then that he starts to ease back a bit, rocking more gently in and out though with how close they are more friction is provided by him easing back, and his nose digs into her throat as he feels her swollen clit catch against his pelvis as he deliberately grinds his hips against hers. ]
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he's reverted back into old habits, focused on their coupling alone and not really interested in speaking out. he thinks the talking will come after, right now he just wants to enjoy covering her body with his and displaying his ability to be aggressive. it's more dominant than he's truly felt comfortable being with anyone, and he knows in part it's because he can't hurt her and even now he's starkly aware of that. as he goes on, he keeps his firm grip on her face, liking that it keeps her gaze in the same line as his as he plows into her. their bodies begin to drag as he slowly loses both the energy and will to hold himself up, finding that the more flush they are the more enjoyable this is and finally he lets go completely so that she's supporting his full weight on top of her. that finally gets a loud cry from him, hand groping at her flank roughly since he no longer has to focus on keeping himself up. ]
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her other leg comes to wrap around his back side, her entire body clinging to his now. she grinds up towards him every now and when she's not completely consumed by pleasure or when it's in between his fast paced thrusts. she's been moaning pretty steadily loudly this entire time, but after her arms wrap around his neck and he's laying against her she brings her lips up to his ear and breathes heavily, bringing her volume down so he could be the only one to bear witness to it all. she's so caught up in it that she doesn't have a lot to say, but he does manage to bring her to one particular sentence. ] Don't stop--don't ever stop.
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Ever? [ he only manages as a breath back, willing to obey as ever, but he lifts his head to make sure they're on the same page. frank could easily topple over the edge in the next few minutes if he allowed himself to, but he'd never miss an opportunity to draw something like this out. he revels in the torture of it, as she's surely recognized, both in his own denial and any way he can maximize her pleasure. ] I won't.
[ his hips stutter so he can shift again, both arms wrapping around her middle in a tight embrace while his pace becomes more consistent and even. it's slow, but hardโeven rougher than he first started out. it feels intensely raw but he knows he could keep this up for quite a long time which is precisely what she asked for. ]
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when she had told him not to stop she really meant just that, but she can feel that familiar sensation creeping up on her, quicker than she had anticipated from this sudden roughness. she lets out another loud sound from her mouth in realization of it all as half lidded eyes stare up at him with that same helpless expression. ] Frank... [ it's barely spoken out as a whine, eye closing tightly now. ] Yes, yes--
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Are you close? [ it's a huff against her ear, entirely breathless as he squeezes her even tighter himself without altering the degree of force he's putting to her. it's mostly rhetorical in the end when he knows the answer and it's only then that he starts to ease back a bit, rocking more gently in and out though with how close they are more friction is provided by him easing back, and his nose digs into her throat as he feels her swollen clit catch against his pelvis as he deliberately grinds his hips against hers. ]