RED NOTES AND KISSES-Chapter 95: FRIDA -

He sat up, and they stared at each other intensely. She could literally feel the heat cracking between their bodies. She sat on his lap, naked except for her panties, and she felt powerful.

His dark gaze burned into her. "What’s the matter, Frida?" His voice growled deeply, reminiscent of that scene in Scream where they say, "What’s the matter, Sydney?" She shivered under the intensity of his burning gaze.

"I-I was feeling confident when I straddled you, but..." She swallowed.

He stared at her, his eyes burning with pure want and desire—raw and hot. "...But?" he asked in all seriousness.

She sighed, shutting her eyes as she whispered, "I haven’t done this before..."

"...Done what, Frida?" he growled again, and her thighs vibrated from the deep resonance of his voice.

"Well, I-I h-have never given a guy a blowjob before," she said breathlessly, stammering, and sneaked a peek to see his grey eyes burning into her.

"Do you want to give me a blowjob?" he asked sternly, staring at her like they were doing Q&A for an upcoming exam.

"I do," she said, looking him directly in the eye. His breath hitched, though his facial expression remained solid, all seriousness.

"Tell me what you want to do to me," he said, folding his biceps across his massive, sculpted chest as they bunched. "I’ll help you."

"I want to take off your pants," she whispered, and he had to smirk.

"Don’t laugh," she winced, covering her face with her palms.

"I’m not. It’s hot," he said, his gaze flickering to his grey pants. "Well, take ’em off," he said.

Her lashes lowered to his waistband, and she slowly loosened the ropes. Then she pulled down the grey pants.

As soon as she pulled them to his knees, her eyes nearly popped at his size. She actually gasped, covering her mouth with her palm. "Oh my God."

He chuckled darkly.

"T-That’s huge," she whispered in shock.

He smirked. "That’s why I haven’t fucked you yet. You’d pass out. I need consent... that you’re mine entirely." His cock, thick and veined, stood before her eyes.

She gulped, blinking in disbelief. "Can I touch it?" she asked, reaching out, though her hands hesitated.

"Go get it, girl. Be brave," he chuckled, and she sent him a glare with a sassy roll of her eyes.

"I’d love to make your eyes roll like that soon," he teased.

She smirked, summoning bravado, as she reached for the oil on the table to use as lube. She poured it into her hand, reaching for him. He filled her whole hand, her fingertips barely meeting.

He pulsed in her warm palm, and his breathing deepened. His eyes darkened to midnight. "Well, fuck me, didn’t know I needed it this bad," he groaned. "And you haven’t even moved," his voice came out strangled.

"Is it good?" she asked, giving a gentle squeeze.

"Oh, sunrise, you have no idea," he huffed. Then she moved her wet, slippery hand over his shaft.

He clenched his teeth as delicious shivers washed over him, and she liked it.

This was the first time she saw Laz this way—weak for her, completely hers.

"Can I taste it?" she asked, and his eyes fluttered shut.

"Hell yes," he said with a dramatic sigh, and Frida actually chuckled. Arching her waist, she gave him a great view of her curved back and raised butt. He took in all of her as her mouth circled over his very tip, and she gave a shy kiss.

"Ah, fuck," he said, restraining a pant as her mouth moved slowly, her warm tongue touching the tip. She flicked against his frenulum and withdrew. He nearly choked.

"Was that nice?" she asked, and he gasped.

"Please, Frida, please, just please..." he said.

She smirked, her other hand working his shaft in perfect rhythm. "Ever thought, when you left that red note, I could pleasure you like that? Did it ever occur to you..."

She leaned close enough to his lips. "That I could do just exactly that to you? And yes, Laz, I want to pleasure you like that... very much."

She lightly kissed his lips before going back to take him into her mouth. She moved slowly, very slowly, adjusting to his size. Her mouth could barely fit.

Her pussy was going to get it, she thought, and the thought made her so wet.

Her tongue flicked over the head of his erect penis as her hands worked the base. She moved her head to ease the process.

He was grunting as electric waves of pleasure washed over him. His hands ran over the slope of her arched back and through her dark, soft hair.

She shocked him by using her other hand to run up one of his thighs, gently taking his balls in her hand. He let out a deep, primal sound.

She wanted to know what else would make him make those sounds. She moved her mouth over his shaft, swiping the length with her tongue, and pinched his nipple. He bucked, thrusting into her mouth.

When he went deep into her throat, she pulled back for air, and he let her. She sat up and kissed him hot and deep, her tongue in his mouth tasting all of him, wanting all of him. Her hand worked his dick back and forth, alternating between slow and fast.

When her wrist got tired, she twisted her motions, driving him insane.

They pulled back for breath. She was panting, and so was he.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"Oh, fuck," he howled, then stared deep into her eyes. "Does that answer your question?"

She bit her lips. "Still sane enough to be feisty?"

She trailed her tongue over his neck, pulling his hair back roughly to give her more access. She trailed her tongue back to his dick, which she was still caressing tirelessly.

She wanted more!

She spat on his dick, taking him deep into her mouth again, her eyes locked on his. He shut his eyes, grunting as his hot cum filled her mouth. She licked her lips and fingers, swallowing with satisfaction.

"Well, that was delicious," she smirked at his panting form.

He pulled her roughly to him, kissing her. "God, I’m lucky to have you."

She giggled. "Come on, let’s clean up."

He played Lady Gaga’s "Judas," and they brushed their teeth, dramatically singing along and dancing in the bathroom.

They collapsed into bed, fresh and clean.

"Lord, that was fun," she said.

"I didn’t know you liked Lady Gaga," she teased as he held her close, kissing her.

He kissed her hair. "I don’t... You do," he said.

"Did it hurt? Your face?" he asked, worried.

She smirked. "Your size nearly broke my jaw... but the pain was worth it. You tasted good."

"You taste better," he said, kissing her.

Their kisses deepened, hands roaming over each other.

"Oh, we should go to therapy."

She arched a brow. "Why?"

"You know, to get over the trauma of everything," he suggested warmly.

She smirked. "Wait, Laziel, even in this situation, you’re thinking about my mental health?"

He nodded, his expression serious. "I am."

"I’m lucky, Laz... you’re amazing," she whispered.

"No, Frida... you’re just worth it," he said. "You’re doing me a favor just lying here in my arms. It’s an opportunity I’m grateful for."

Frida kissed him again, soft and slow. As they parted, he smirked.

"Can I make you cum again?"

She bit her lips. "Yes, please."