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Mel had never considered herself a dominant person before. She was self-assured, knew how to push and when to do so, could be plenty assertive under the right circumstances—she's her sister’s caregiver for fucksake, she figured out how to advocate for herself as well somewhere along the line—but dominant wasn’t a word she’d use to describe herself. That didn’t necessarily mean she didn’t want to indulge in the fantasy of it every once in awhile, especially in the bedroom.
Enter Frank Langdon, her new-ish boyfriend (new-ish because, despite what Santos might say, eight months is still relatively new), who she couldn’t help but want to peg.
It wasn’t necessarily a shocking development—she’d heard of it before, seen it done a couple times while scrolling through porn during her college days where everyone but her seemed to be getting some action; it had always seemed appealing, but not like something she’d actively want to pursue.
Frank made her want to pursue it.
There was something about the way he would whine into her neck when she would sink onto his cock—the way he would go so pliant under her hands while she rode him, begging her for more, uttering her name like a prayer when he came inside of her—that made her want to force those sounds out of him in another way. She wanted to make his legs shake, his toes curl; to see his eyes water and roll, his face blotchy and red, wanted to be inside of him while he whispered pet names and held onto her face to keep himself tethered.
When she’d finally built up the courage to mention it, Frank had sputtered, flailed and then turned beet red before putting down his dinner and covering his face with his hands. Mel waited, sipping on a cup of lemonade, until he peeked between his fingers and muttered, “Seriously?” Like she had ever brought up sex out of the blue just to mess with him. That was something he would do, not her.
The rest of dinner had been…weird. Frank struggled to talk about sex in a way she couldn’t really comprehend—they were doctors, for crying out loud! What was so weird about discussing their desires? Frank had once explained it had less to do with the content of the discussion and more to do with how quickly his brain would supply him with images of whatever she suggested and he could only handle so many clinical descriptions of the way she wanted to fuck him before he needed to do something about it.
Still, he made it through the discussion faster than he normally would’ve, his thighs pressed together, hands tucked tightly under them, before agreeing he would make a list of pro’s and con’s before deciding. The idea of him weighing his options made her snicker, the concept seeming so… her.
Regardless, Mel was satisfied with that answer. She could wait until he made a concrete decision and she had happily answered all his inquiries leading up to it—like whether or not the pegging would involve her taking complete control or if it just meant he was getting fucked, plain and simple (whichever you prefer, she had chirped), or if she already owned the harness and dildo (no, we would go buy those together), or if she wanted him to shave beforehand (I have no preference, it’s just hair).
After a week of deliberation, he had handed her the list after a long shift, both of them bone tired and crawling into bed as soon as they made it to her apartment. The list had been pulled from his nightstand—the one he bought to put on his side of the bed after a few too many months of him having to pass her his phone at night, so it didn’t lay out of reach on the floor or under his pillow to overheat—and placed on her stomach, where she promptly unfolded it and read each word carefully.
Surprisingly enough, submission had not been under the cons side. When she’d arched a brow and rolled over to look at him, he’d shrugged, wrapping an arm around her waist and tucking his face into her neck, his voice muffled against her skin, “I had this girlfriend, back in college. Loved to make me beg for it. It was- it was hot, Mel, okay? And I wouldn’t consider myself above debasing.”
The rest of the list had been pretty typical. Pros were all about possible pleasure and reaching new levels of intimacy. Frank made it clear that he trusted her to take care of him, even if he didn’t end up liking it, so that wasn’t a particular concern. The cons side was surprisingly sparse and had more to do with her own preferences than his. She didn’t care if he shaved or if he took his time with any other plethora of random aesthetic factors that went into bottoming. He seemed squeamish when she explained this, burrowing his face further into her neck and wrapping a leg around her waist, pulling her closer, but he nodded when she asked if he understood her and she figured that was good for now. They could revisit the issue later, because there would be a later. His pros had outweighed the cons, after all.
Over the next few weeks whenever they had shared time off, Mel would drag him to a new adult store, grinning without a care in the world as she pushed him through the door with a hand on the small of his back. Frank would make poor attempts at distracting employees who offered help, making small talk about anything and everything under the sun until Mel would putter over with something incriminating and ask for his opinion. Do you have a size preference? Well, since it’s your first time, maybe we should start small! What do you think about this harness? I might need help putting it on, you don’t mind, do you? Do you have a color preference? You want something realistic, yes?
Frank would blush, laugh awkwardly, but answer softly, taking boxes to read over the details and pointing at which harness he thought would hug her ass best, would tell her the leather harness looked sexy, but maybe it wasn’t the best choice with her sensory issues.
And if he happened to notice the way her gaze lingered on a shelf display of tentacles and knotted dildos, the sign for sci-fi fanatics and monster lovers! covering some sort of cum-lube dispenser that he could only identify in the first place because of Mel, he didn’t mention it. He did, however, tuck that information away for another day. If Mel could randomly suggest he gets fucked in the ass, he could bring home some obscenely large alien cock without warning. She would probably love that surprise, anyways.
Frank had just started to get used to the awkward tension that came with entering a store with the specific purpose of his girlfriend fucking him senseless when Mel made her final decisions—she’d found a pair of high waisted panties with lacey side panels, fitted with a metal ring to keep her brand new silicone cock in place. They came with garters and that alone was enough to make Frank’s mouth start to water—the thought of her thighs in tight nylon, the fat falling over the edges in a way that drove him crazy; the image of her with a hand on her cock, nipples hard and rosy pink, inviting. It didn’t help that the dildo she picked out was nothing to laugh at, in his virginal opinion; five inches, average thickness and baby blue, though otherwise very realistically modeled.
To match your eyes. She’d said, batting her lashes in a way that felt almost coquettish. Had he not known any better, he would’ve guessed she was trying to get fucked right there in the car.
Frank, stupidly enough, found it romantic. Perverted and undoubtedly weird, but so fucking romantic.
They couldn’t use it right away, though. They had two more day shifts at PTMC, then they had to decide whether or not getting sleep was more important than boning, which really couldn’t be determined until they were already home and knew how much energy they had left. If it was just regular sex, something simple and low effort, it wouldn’t matter much—Frank could always muster up the energy to get his head between her thighs, even when she didn’t have the energy to reciprocate. Rutting into the mattress like a dog was enough when he could see the way her brows scrunched, feel her grab his hair and force his face into her cunt.
But pegging? That took prep on his end and planning on hers. So they would have to wait until their next day off.
The next few days went by painstakingly slow, if only because he knew what they would be getting up to as soon as they were free. It didn’t help that every time they crossed paths at work he would be reminded of their plans and his stomach would start doing flips, a weird mixture of nerves and excitement that went straight to his dick—entirely inappropriate for the time being.
It only made things worse that Mel seemed entirely unaffected. When he’d asked her how she seemed so relaxed, she had just shrugged and said she wasn’t nervous and her excitement about fucking him was easily put on the backburner. It was an unspoken reminder that, despite their sexual proclivities, he was the real horndog in the relationship. If it was anyone else but Mel, he might’ve been embarrassed about it, but Mel was still enough of a freak that it didn’t matter. He wasn’t the one that suggested pegging, after all, that had been all her.
Finally, finally, after two days of work, they got their shared day off.
Mel had laid out a whole schedule for them the night before while they cuddled up in bed, one of his legs thrown over her hip, her left hand delicately caressing his thigh while she read out a list on her phone. They were to get through a full day of errands, including a little outing for breakfast and a visit to Becca, then they would fuck in the hours before dinner. Frank loved how meticulous she was, especially considering how time blind he could be, but the knowledge that she was making him wait all day before she would even touch him made him want to cry. He wasn’t even sure if he’d like pegging, but he didn’t care at this point—he wanted her inside of him, wanted to see how she would look down at him, soft and ethereal, see her hair fall around her face as she fucked him open on her cock, see how her face twisted in pleasure as she pulled sounds out of him that nobody had before.
Besides, he knew even if he didn’t want to try it again that Mel would make it worth his time—she’d be gentle and loving, making sure he enjoyed her fantasy as much as she did. She was about as attentive as they come and Frank fucking adored her for it.
As soon as they made it to four P.M. Mel was off to get ready without even bothering to address him with more than a kiss to the cheek. She knew that he was well aware of the time and he knew that she would be getting herself dressed, her cock situated and the mood set while he used the time to shower.
It wasn’t something she had asked for, but he figured it might help him relax. He wouldn’t touch himself yet, not past cleaning up—he had settled on trimming the night before and he would leave the prep to Mel, per her request—but he knew he was tense from anticipation and the steam might help him loosen up. It was never good practice to be tense when trying to fuck, but especially not when he needed to be stretched open. He learned that during a brief college fling with one of the guys in his dorm—he’d still been adamant about topping at the time, otherwise he might’ve popped his bottoming cherry sooner.
He made quick work of lathering, scrubbing thoroughly over his body and working his way over every crevice twice just to be sure, before working the product out of his hair. It didn’t take him long to finish, the bulk of his time being spent on the scrubbing and subsequent rinsing where he reveled in the hot water beating on his back for longer than he should’ve. He knew Mel would be ready by now, but he also knew she had told him he could take his time this morning and Mel was anything but a liar.
Stepping out of the shower, Frank patted off his body, then his hair, shaking it out like a dog before leaving it to air dry. He didn’t see the point in restyling it—not when Mel would make him sweat it out within the hour. Plus, she said she liked seeing his hair dry and unstyled.
By the time he was all dry and had worked some lotion into his skin, he was half hard at the thought of Mel waiting for him in the other room. He hadn’t seen her in the panties and thigh highs yet, but the photo on the box was enough for his imagination to run wild and he had a feeling he might just become obsessed with the way she looked in them—or worse, become obsessed with the way she looked when the dildo was slipped into the metal ring at the front, the way her soft thighs would frame baby blue silicon, the way she would carry herself as she led him to bed.
Frank let out a deep sigh, trying to rid himself of the last of his nerves as he slipped out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel and padded over to their bedroom. On the other side of the door he could hear Mel humming along to something that was near inaudible to him, shuffling around the room as she presumably straightened out things to her liking. She always kept the nightstand covered in anything they could need when she knew they were going to fuck—which wasn’t much, in all fairness, but a bottle of water, a selection of lubes, a couple cockrings and a pack of wet wipes because she hated the feeling of lube being anywhere on her body but the expected places, could go a long way in keeping both of them in the moment.
Frank toed the door open with his left foot, peeking his head in to see her doing exactly as he expected, but his breath caught in his throat when he saw that the harness she chose—which was definitely just a more comfortable piece of glorified lingerie with the option for dildo to be added—looked infinitely better than he ever could’ve imagined.
The panties were a bit high waisted, the two panels on the side covered in floral lace, while the front and back were made of a less see-through black material. The cut of it was clearly intended to ride up any woman’s ass and Mel’s was no exception—the fabric clung to every curve, showing off an obscene amount of cheek, the fat of her thighs and ass falling over the edges of the thigh highs just inches below, the pale expanse of skin just begging to be covered in finger shaped bruises and sloppily placed teeth marks. It certainly didn’t help that Mel had forgone a bra entirely, hair brushing over the soft swell of her breasts, her nipples hard from the cool air in their room. Even though they were rapidly approaching winter again, Mel preferred sleeping in a cold room, and Frank certainly wasn’t going to complain knowing things were about to get pretty fucking hot pretty fucking fast.
“How mad would you be if I crawled across this floor right now so I could eat you out?”
Mel jumped slightly, head whipping around to meet his gaze, “Jesus…I didn’t hear you come in.”
Frank gave a sly smirk, shutting the door behind him and leaning against it, “Sorry baby,” he said, not sounding very sorry at all, “you didn’t answer the question.”
Mel hummed, shrugging as she turned her attention back to sorting lube by flavor, “I wouldn’t be mad. Annoyed, maybe, because I was planning on saving my orgasm for after I make you see stars, but I wouldn’t be mad.”
Frank barked a laugh, crossing the room with one hand on the edge of his towel, holding it in place, “cocky much? Thought you said you haven’t done this before.”
Mel smirked, a smug look he only ever sees when somebody underestimates her and she proves them wrong making his heart skip a beat, “I haven’t. But I have done my research and I think that makes up for a lot of my inexperience. At least, it has so far.”
And Frank had to agree there—there wasn’t a damn thing she had done to him, experience or not, that she hasn’t done better than any other partner he’s been with after a couple attempts.
“So that’s a no on the warmup…?”
Mel chuckled, placing down the last bottle of lube and spinning on her heel, sauntering over to him with her hands clasped behind her back, “The only warmup you’re getting tonight is my fingers inside of you.” She said, smiling slyly before pulling him into a heated kiss with one hand, her other hand pushing his towel off so she could wrap a hand around his cock.
Frank gasped into the kiss, his fingers spasming around the base of her scalp as he tried and failed to keep his hips still as she brought him to full hardness. The drag was dry, but not unpleasant yet, her wrist flicking languidly.
Mel pulled back with a soft smirk, inching back even further when Frank chased her lips, “Bed, Frank.”
Frank pouted, but squeezed the back of her head before slinking off, crawling onto the bed on all fours with all the grace of a newborn deer before flopping onto his back, legs spread, “How do you want me?”
“Like that’s fine. Just…point your hips up a bit more, maybe pull your legs up? You can put a pillow under your back if that feels better.” Mel said, climbing in between his legs to watch.
Frank did as he was told, giving it a second without the pillow, hips shifting to try and find a comfortable position before pulling one from his side of the bed and sandwiching it between himself and the mattress.
Mel smiled down at him as he finally settled, running a hand over the muscle of his left thigh, “do you wanna pick your lube?”
“Dealer’s choice.” Frank chuckled nervously, putting his hands over his eyes, “surprise me.”
Frank heard Mel giggle, felt her lean over his leg, her breast bone settling over his knee as she rummaged through the bottles before he heard the cap of one pop open and his hands were being removed by delicate fingers.
“Peach! It’s your favorite, right?” She said, waving the bottle.
Frank grinned, nodding, “fuck yeah it is.” He said, reaching a hand between his legs to grab her waist. He could feel his nerves ebb and flow behind the wall of his chest, rising the closer she got before falling whenever she spoke. It was like his body knew she would never hurt him, but it kept forgetting whenever he couldn’t hear her voice.
Mel grinned, flipping the bottle to squeeze some onto her fingers, “I’m gonna put some on you too, okay? It’s gonna be cold.”
Frank nodded, happy she was talking him through it. He barely suppressed a flinch when he felt the lube hit his hole, legs tensing before relaxing as Mel ran her fingers over the ring of muscle, spreading a generous amount over the area and warming it up.
“Are you okay? Still feeling up to this?” Mel asked softly, her free hand caressing the soft curve of his waist.
“Yeah, yeah,” He nodded jerkily, eyes fluttering closed as he let out a deep breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, “just- just keep talking. Please?”
Mel nodded, squeezing his waist, “Course, baby. I’m gonna put a little more lube on my fingers and then I’m going to insert jusssst the index.” She said, pulling her wet hand away from his hole. Frank opened his eyes again to watch her squirt another dollop onto her fingers, eyes tracking her every movement as she dropped the now closed bottle back onto the comforter before repositioning her fingers, circling his hole once again.
“Ready?”
Frank rolled out his shoulders, taking a shallow breath before nodding. Mel didn’t wait, pushing until her finger breached the ring of muscle, a barely there pressure building as she kept pressing until her knuckles were flush with his perineum.
“Good, Frank, so good…didn’t hurt at all, right?” Mel asked, methodically pressing in and out, curling and flexing lightly to get his used to the intrusion.
“No, no, just…weird.”
“Yeah, that’s normal. It’ll take a bit more to feel good, but we can’t rush it otherwise we risk tearing and that is the last thing I want to do.” Mel said, the look of utter concentration on her face so endearing that he nearly forgot about the anal probing being administered.
In all truth, it didn’t feel like much. Once her finger had gotten past the first push it wasn’t more than a faint pressure and some heat. Her hands were tiny, soft and steady, the very object of about half his fantasies whenever they were apart. She was just so fucking good with her hands, so precise and careful, never rushing, always graceful in a way he could only envy. So of course her fingers inside of him weren’t cause for concern—they were gentle, a slow come hither motion preparing him for another finger and then they’d really get down to business.
Frank took slow breaths as he relaxed into the sensation, his cock twitching uselessly against his stomach as Mel pressed deeper, massaged her thumb against his perineum, a soft sigh escaping his lips and getting another smug look from Mel.
“Enjoying yourself there?” She giggled, her middle finger ghosting over his rim, pressing experimentally, refusing to breach.
Frank chuckled dryly, “Not yet, but there’s…something there.”
Mel nodded, “Alright, let’s turn that something into everything, then.”
Frank rolled his eyes fondly, reaching his right hand out to wrap around her bicep loosely, a grounding sensation for him as she pressed another finger inside of him, a slight burn mixing with the pleasure of her hand wrapping around his cock, slick and warm.
Mel stroked him through the faint pain of being stretched, his legs tensed where they were bent against his stomach, “I need you to relax, Frank. Unclench, loosen your legs and focus on the pleasure. Can you do that for me, babe?”
Frank whined, tossing an arm over his eyes as his breath hitched, but he nodded, forcibly relaxing his muscles as he focused on the feeling of her hand working him over, the soft caress of his cock, the way she flicked her wrist when she stroked over the tip, squeezing lightly before pressing back down.
Pulling his arm back slightly, Frank peeked down his stomach, his hips involuntarily thrusting at the sight of Mel’s hand wrapped around him. The sight was practically obscene—her delicate fingers covered in lube, clear, sparkly nail polish shimmering under warm lamp light, the muscles in his stomach jumping whenever she scissored her fingers inside of him and-
Oh.
Suddenly he was all too aware of the fingers inside of him again because it felt fucking good.
“Mel,” Frank keened, head thrown back as he tried to grind down to no avail, the hand that had been holding his cock forcing his hips to stay glued to the mattress.
Mel laughed softly, quirking her fingers up before scissoring them again, “Yeah, baby, I got you. You’re doing good Frank, really good.”
Frank moaned softly, “more, babe, you can- can give me another one, baby, c’mon,”
“You sure? We don’t need to rush-”
Frank nodded jerkily, glancing down at Mel through his lashes, “not rushing, doll, I can take another.”
Mel smiled, all teeth and rosy cheeks, prodding at his hole with another finger softly before he felt the now familiar pressure of her fucking him open, stretching him further. Her third finger felt almost overwhelming, pressure building in his stomach and making his cock leak, a pool of precum building in the dip of his navel and spilling over when his breath hitched at the sight.
Frank only had a brief second to be glad she had stopped touching his cock before she was back on him, her fingers assaulting his prostate—how the fuck she could even reach it with how tiny her fingers were was a mystery to him, but he was too drunk on pleasure to really care—hand wrapped back around his cock again.
“F-fuck, Mel, Mel, you can’t touch my dick right now.” He groaned, his hand wrapping around her wrist as gently as he could manage with his senses feeling absolutely fried.
Mel hummed in confusion, head cocked to the side, “Why? Is it not good?”
Frank laughed, incredulous, “No, no, it’s too good, I’m gonna blow my load before we even get to the main event.”
Mel’s mouth formed a silent oh, before she wrapped her free hand around his thigh instead, “Better?” She spread her fingers inside of him, agonizingly slow, like the fucking tease she is.
He nodded regardless, letting the deluge of new sensations take over his limbs, his brain filled with nothing but Mel, Mel, Mel.
He was vaguely aware of the way he writhed in pleasure, his legs crashing into her sides whenever she stretched him just a bit wider, his chest heaving, hands scrambling for purchase, all points of contact feeling like too much and not enough at the same time; the wet squelch of his hole felt like a filthy reminder that she was going to claim him in an all new way, split him open on her cock and fuck him full of her cum, marking him inside and out-
All too abruptly he was shaken from his perverse fantasies when she pulled out of him completely, moving to hover over him with a coy smile, laughing softly when he started to whine in protest.
“Melissa, what the fuck?”
“Do you want to get fucked or not, doll?” She teased, throwing his own term of endearment back at him. Apt, considering he was the one getting fucked tonight.
Frank nodded, face burning in embarrassment at how quickly she had turned him into a cock slut—the goddamn thing hadn’t even been inside of him yet and he was practically salivating over it, stomach wet with his own arousal.
“Good.” She said, leaning down to kiss him, her tongue caressing every crevice of his mouth like it was new territory, a filthy exploration that left him near breathless.
Frank gasped into her mouth when he felt her hand slither between their bodies, her hand somehow reslicked—when she had gotten the lube again, he didn’t know—stroking her cock slowly, so close to his hole he could feel the tip bump his rim, her wrist brushing against his ass.
“Mel, Melissa,” He spoke softly between kisses, words slurred by desperation, “please, fuck me already, need you sweetheart-”
Mel gave a breathless laugh, brushing hair off his forehead with her free hand before placing a firm kiss on his temple, “be patient, Frank, I’ll take care of you.” She said, sitting back on her haunches to spread his legs again.
Frank swallowed loudly, running his knuckles over her ribs as she inched closer, her cock pressing against his hole again, “did I tell you you look really pretty earlier? I don’t think I did. You made a- a good choice with the panties and garters, they suit you. And the no bra. Always love a no bra moment.”
“You’re rambling, Frank.” She whispered, locking eyes with him as she guided her cock to his hole once more, hips shifting so she could finally follow through.
Frank sighed softly, the stretch now feeling like sweet, unrestrained ownership. He could feel every inch of her cock as she slid in, slow and steady, watching his face for any signs of pain but all he could feel was pure love and he prayed to God she could see that. She wasn’t very good with reading expressions, but she had once told him he made it easy to decipher.
Maybe it’s just because I look at you too much, but…I don’t know, even from day one, your face seemed to tell me everything. You’re very expressive.
Frank could already feel his orgasm building again just from being filled and the sight of Mel above him—face scrunched as she concentrated on keeping her hips steady until she bottomed out, her hips flush with his ass, hands around his waist, thumbs dipping into the pre that slid off his stomach—certainly didn’t help.
“Didn’t realize you were so wet,” She laughed softly, wiping the cum up with her thumb before licking it off like it was nothing more than spilled juice.
Frank wheezed, pupils blown, “You can’t just fucking do that while you’ve got your dick in me, babe. Seriously, are you trying to kill me?”
Mel blinked at him, owlish and surprised, “Oh! Sorry, I wasn’t trying to tease this time actually-”
Frank whined, bucking his hips and moaning as he unintentionally pressed the head of her cock right against his prostate, “Fuck! Fuck, Mel, c’mon, just fuck me, you don’t gotta wait, I can take it.”
Mel nodded, grabbing his hips again, possessive and fervent, “Yeah, course you can take it,” she muttered absentmindedly as she pulled them flush once more, rolling her hips lightly before finding her rhythm and beginning to fuck him in earnest.
She fucked him the same way she rode him, her hips grinding into his, tight little circles and hard thrusts, drawing moans out of him with every slow drag in and out. She caressed every inch of him from throat to navel, hooking her thumbs under his jaw to feel his pulse, running her fingers over the muscle of his throat, stopping to feel the vibration of his whines, to relish in the bob of his Adam’s apple; she traced each collar bone with such a light touch it almost tickled, thumbed over his nipples until his back was arched, pressed into his sternum as she picked up her pace.
It felt like fucking torture, having her hands all over him while all he could do was succumb, every nerve ending on fire, all his focus on the feeling of her on him, around him, in him. He could smell her conditioner when she leaned over him, nipping at his earlobe, kissing his clavicle, her hair falling over them like a curtain—he could feel the delicate flesh of her breasts pressed against his own as she rested her elbows beside his head, fucking him harder and faster, his arms wrapped around her neck, praying she never lets him go, not now, not ever.
He’d never felt so taken care of in his life and all it took was Mel being Mel—taking him apart with practiced ease, centering his desires like it was as easy as breathing. He couldn’t help it when he felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes, not even when she was fucking him through an orgasm that made him see stars, his thighs trembling around hers as she cooed praises into his hair.
“There you go, Frank, so fucking good for me.” She said, pulling out slowly only to lean down and lick the cum off his stomach, collecting it on her tongue with this half lidded contentment he usually saw after he had let her ride his face, before she was licking into his mouth and depositing his cum. Frank lapped it up without protest, licking it off the roof of her mouth and the backs of her teeth.
“Love you, Mel, love you so fuckin’ much,” Frank murmured, carding a hand through her hair, pecking her lips once, twice more, “let me- let me get you off now, yeah?”
Mel shook her head, pressing a firm kiss to his lips, no tongue, just soft, sweet comfort, “love you too, Frank, but you don’t need to. This thing gives a surprising amount of stimulation just from friction! I came before you did, you were just…preoccupied.” She looked proud of herself, lips half quirked like she was trying to hide how thrilled she was.
Frank laughed, petting through her hair, being careful not to tug, “You can say it: I was too fucked out to notice. It’s alright, go ahead and gloat.”
Mel giggled, tucking her face into Frank’s neck, her cock nudging at the crease between his thigh and stomach, “I did do pretty good, yeah?”
“I’d say…” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “you want me to take this thing off you? Then we can shower before dinner?”
Mel yawned, but nodded, sitting up, “yeah…I was thinking about having you clean it off- you know, with your mouth- but I’m wiped.”
Frank sat up abruptly, grabbing her shoulders, “Don’t say that unless you want me to get hard again. Trust me, it can still happen. My libido has not slowed with age.”
Mel rolled her eyes, barely hiding a fond smile, “You’re only 32, Frank. I’d say you still have a few good years left in you.”
“A few?” Frank asked, squinting at her as she climbed out of bed, taking the now half empty bottle of lube with her, “only a few? Mel-”
Mel snorted, walking towards the door while stretching out her arms, “This strap-on isn’t going to remove itself, babe!”
Frank sputtered, watching as she sauntered out of the room, disappearing around the corner, “Mel? Mel! Melissa!”
Only a second passed before he was on his feet, rushing to follow her. He felt disgusting now that he stood, covered in cum and lube, but he didn’t have time to focus on that. The strap-on wasn’t going to remove itself, after all.