.But You're Beautiful To Me. ~Frerard~

Part 23 ~ Won't You Make Me Feel So Good Frankie?

To make up for slow updates this chapter is twice as long as the other ones.. enjoy the smut ;)

Gee's POV

We stayed like that for a couple eternities, me holding onto him and tasting him like it was the first, or last time we could ever unite. With every move of his lips against mine, I felt myself falling deeper and deeper into this perfect, infinite well that was my love for that edgy little fucker.

I lost my fear of falling.

With every shaky, warm breath I felt flowing out of him, I forgot to breathe, but learned to live again. I forgot about myself, only living through his touch, his words. Time stopped as I learned to love.

Our lips were dancing to the (heart)beat, his hand was laid gently on my cheek. He caressed with such care, as if he didn't actually believe we had both finally declared our flame, that I would fade away into mere daydream if he touched me.

I nimbled on his bottom lip and tugged it slightly, as if to remind him that I was really there with him, I wasn't going anywhere. He hummed into the kiss and his tongue made an appearance, licking across my bottom lip and slipping into my welcoming mouth as I opened it. Our tongues danced around, feeling around the others mouth and deepening the kiss, adding an edge to it. His hand left my cheek, now both of them wrapping behind my neck, pulling me closer as he gained confidence.

My hands trailed up his back and found their way to the curly locks of hair at the top of his nape, as they always do, tangling my fingers in them and tugging in hopes of hearing him produce the soft moans he can never hold back when I do that. His music soon filled my greedy ears, the innocent kiss turned passionate.

He turned his body towards mine gently to gain better access to my neck his lips were now claiming, I was straddling his thighs in a swift movement. A kiss lingered underneath my ear, sucking on the impressionable skin and filling it with colors. At that moment, I was his canvas. One of my hands trailed down his chest, slipping underneath his shirt and reveling in the added touchable skin.

He pulled away to inhale some of the heated air that surrounded us and whispered breathlessly in my ear, "What do you wanna do Gee? We'll do whatever you're comfortable with.."

Everything was clouded, my eyes, my thoughts, my mind, I honestly couldn't find a single lingering doubt left in my bones. I trust Frank, I love him, everything he did to me was mind blowing; I knew I was safe within his embrace. Why the fuck not then? He seemed to enjoy it.

"I think - I think I'm ready to try it. I - yea, I wanna try it." His eyes lit up at my words, the kind of fire you don't mind engulfing yourself into.
"Say it Gee.. Say what you want me to do to you." He said with a smirk, gently rubbing my thighs.
"I want you to fuck me Frankie."

"Mmm" was his answer. I half moaned as his hands found their way to my ass and massaged it. He was smirking and looking at me hungrily. He pulled my lower body towards him, rubbing our erections together and making me gasp. We were both already so fucking hard. I wrapped my arms around his neck and grinded down on his in time with him pulling me down, a string of curses leaving both our lips.

Who did I blow in another life to deserve such an amazing boyfriend?

"Can I try riding you?" I finally gained the confidence to ask, after about a minute of his moans filling my ears. He stopped his motions to look at me with half lidded eyes, looking pleasantly surprised.