Free Wild and True: A Frankie Love Escape by Frankie Love Page A

finished with you yet.” His eyes filled with the hunger I’d seen earlier. “But first I need to get you all washed up.”
    He stood and reached for my hands to pull me to him. Surprising me, he pulled me up into his arms, where I fit perfectly. Then he carried me out of the room toward the shower.

Chapter Fourteen
    L iam set me down and turned on the showerhead. The small bathroom quickly filled with steam and we smiled at each other the way two people do after they have just shared the intimacy of their bodies.
    “This cabin used to be used by guests, until it was converted for massages,” he explained. “That’s why there is a shower.”
    “Do you live here, on the island then?” I asked as we stepped inside the hot shower.
    “Most of the year.” He set his hands on my waist, looking in my eyes, as the water ran over us. Our bodies were now soaked, and still awake from the mind-blowing sex we had just shared. “You live close by?” he asked.
    “No, I live south a few hours, in the city. But it’s beautiful here,” I said, and then I started to smile. A giggle escaped me.
    “What’s so funny?”
    “It’s just, this is the most talking we’ve done since we’ve met.”
    “You want to talk more or less?” he asked.
    “Usually I’d say more, but right now I don’t really give a fuck about anything or anyone else.”
    He gave me his signature smirk, and pressed his hands over my hair, tucking it behind my ears.
    “You’re amazing, Callie.”
    “And why’s that?” I asked coyly, as I began stroking his bare chest, then playfully plucking his nipples.
    “Ouch,” he said, laughing, stepping under the spray of the water. “First off, you’re amazing in bed.”
    “We’ve never actually been in a bed,” I point out.
    “Okay, you are amazing on your knees and on your back,” he said, playing along. “And you’re gorgeous—God, your eyes.” He looked right at me, then dropped his gaze lower. “Your breasts,” he said more softly, leaning down to kiss the rise of my chest, sucking on my nipples.
    Heat began to grow between us again, and I let out a soft moan. “Then there’s your ass.” He gave me a gentle spank, and looked at me with that melting smile.
    “What else?” I murmured.
    “That pussy of yours is just begging to be licked,” he said, before falling to his knees. He planted kisses on my belly button, and then went lower; leaving a row of kisses all the way to the space between my thighs that was pulsing with desire.
    Moaning louder now, I pulled my hands through his hair as his tongue began to run over my pussy deftly. He circled my clit with precision, sucking me so good and steady. He was in no rush; he was taking his sweet time to get me off.
    I pressed my body back against the wall as the water ran over my naked flesh. My back arched as he flicked his fingers over my bulb, rubbing me hard as I felt myself come.
    “You taste so fucking good,” he said. His words quickened my pulse and I screamed out as my thighs seized with climax. The walls inside me rocked as his fingers pressed deep inside.
    “Oh, fuck me now,” I cried, suddenly desperate to hold his cock, lick his shaft. I wanted his come inside of me. Fuck, I wanted it all over me.
    “You want to fuck me hard?” he said, standing again.
    “If you’ll let me,” I said, using the submissive tone that he responded to—hell, that I responded to.
    “Oh, yes, you will.” He turned off the water and grabbed a towel from the rack. Dragging the terry cloth over my body, he rubbed me down, and in turn I dried him off.
    After his shoulders were dry, I lowered my reach to his sizable cock and smiled in pleasure. I would get that again.
    He lifted me up once more with his strong arms, and carried me to the waiting room. He grabbed a plush blanket from the love seat and spread it on the ground.
    I looked down at myself, my body now dry and clean. I felt like the old Callie had been washed away. Now I could be softer,