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His response is to increase the tempo. Not too fast, but more aggressive, and his thumbs press against my hips, and he guides me. I know he’s close, and his goal is to send me over the edge, to give me an orgasm before his own release.

"Come for me, Frankie," he says.

"Yeah, baby," I moan, his voice pushing me toward the summit, the pleasure mounting. "Harder. Harder."

He gives me more, and the sounds of our sex grow louder, and his face contorts, and then, suddenly, everything comes crashing together. Every part of my body, from head to toe, seems to contract, the muscles pulling inward and then releasing in waves, over and over. As his cock pushes into me and pulls out, the climax hits its apex. I scream and shudder, every movement intensifying the ecstasy.

As I start to come down, my breathing heavy and my pulse racing, he pumps furiously, and his face goes taut, and the veins in his neck bulge, and I know he’s about to explode.

"Come for me, Beck," I urge him.

"Oh, fuck," he growls, and I feel him shoot into me.

"Oh, God, yes, baby," I cry. "Give it all to me."

"Fucking Christ, Frankie," he grunts, his body taut, his cock pulsing and throbbing and filling me, and when he’s finally spent, he lets himself relax, sinking back, his limbs loose and floppy.

"That was amazing, Frankie," he breathes, his face flushed.

"Amazing is right," I agree.

"I hope I didn't wear you out."

"Hell, no," I counter. "It's the middle of the day. I plan on taking a nap and doing a lot more. You game?"

"Definitely," he smiles, and kisses me.

"Good. Because that was just an appetizer."

Chapter Six

Beck

“Slowpoke! Don't make me come out there and get you myself,” I yell to Frankie as she dips her toe into the soft waves of the ocean. I’m waist-deep and have been waiting for her to get in for five minutes. It's been three weeks, and I love spending every second with this girl. She’s become my everything in such a short amount of time.

“But there are sharks, jellyfish, and probably killer mermaids out there,” she yells.

“Killer mermaids? Really?”

“Hey! We haven't even explored a third of the whole ocean! You don't know what could be hiding out there,” she says, and I can see the small smile she's trying to hide from me.

“That's it,” I say right before I make a break for it. I charge at her, and she screams before turning and running further down the beach. I can hear her laughter as I give chase, and when I finally catch up to her and throw her over my shoulder, I laugh as well.

“Don't you dare!” she threatens.

“Better hold your breath, Schnooks.” With that, I throw her and myself into the water, grabbing her waist as soon as we hit and then pushing us both back to the surface. She comes up sputtering but laughing. We spend the next hour swimming and playing along the beach until it's time for me to head home and get ready for work. I absolutely hate leaving Frankie. I want to spend every single second of my day with her, but I have to have this job and help my family.

Speak of the devils. Just as I turn the corner of Al’s store, after leaving Frankie with another heavy kissing session, my phone vibrates in my pocket. Smiling when I see my mom's face flash across the screen, I know she's calling to see what I want her to pack for my lunch today, yes, I might be a mama’s boy, but I have the best one ever, so whatever, I answer.

“Hey Ma, I was just….”

“Beck….”

With that one word, I'm already running.

Seven

Frankie