"now let your mind do the walking
and let my body do the talking."
- World in My Eyes, AG

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Pete lets me into his hotel room, shutting the door behind me.

I take off my jacket and he hangs it up on the back of the door while I kick off my boots and step slowly into the dimly lit room, my hands silently patting my thighs. I turn back to him and we smile bashfully at each other.

We both know why we're here, but now we are here, we're almost shy.

Pete gets us drinks from the mini fridge.

"I don't make a habit of this.. I just want you to know that.." I comment, looking down at the little drink in my hand.

"I don't make a habit of this either. So.." Pete replies quietly.

We look at each other as we both laugh under our breaths.

"We're really good at this, huh?" I quip.

He chuckles and nods, before downing his drink.

I reach up and take the glass from his hands, and after placing both our glasses down on the dresser, I step closer to Pete.

Looking up at him, I watch as his eyes morph from amusement to arousal, and my shyness disappears. The eye contact he's giving is liberating. I feel seen. And not as a weapon. Or a tool, a pawn, a monster, a freak. But as a human. As a woman. And according to his responsiveness, an attractive woman.

"Show me." I whisper, moving even closer, our faces now inches apart. "Show me why I'm here, Pete." His eyes darken as they flick between my eyes and my mouth. "Show me everything you want to show me."

At that, our lips are reunited.

He's like a first bite of food after being starved all my life..

My hands go straight to his face while his hands go to my hips. His tongue asks for entrance and I accept it immediately, greeting it with my own. A soft moan escapes me at the succulence of his mouth.

His hands move to the back of my neck, his thumbs pressing the corners of my jaw while his fingers press gently into my nape.

I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing my body flush against his. And good God, if the bulge pressing under my naval is any indication, he's hung.

Pete's fingers leave my neck, snaking into my hair, and when we finally break apart for air, he rests his forehead against mine.

I caress his face, running my thumb over his bottom lip as he strokes his index finger down my cheek.

Then he hooks a finger in my waistband and pulls me closer again.

His fingers play with the hem of my top, and he leans back, looking into my eyes while he pulls the thin fabric up over my head. He drops it onto the floor and I grab his face, pulling his lips back to mine, while his hands explore the skin of my back.

I push his jacket from his shoulders and he lets go of me to drop it the floor. Then I get to work on the buttons of his shirt. He watches me, as I work my way down, raising a hand to tenderly stroke my hair.

As soon as the last button is undone, I look up into his eyes as I smooth my hands over his chiselled chest. I bite on my bottom lip, slowly running my hands from his chest up his neck, to caress his nape.

He brings his forehead back to mine as I slip his shirt from his shoulders, letting it join his jacket on the floor.

Then we're all over each other.

Without breaking our hungry kiss, Pete lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist while he steps towards the bed.

When his legs hit the bed, he drops me onto the mattress. I look up at him, watching his chest rise and fall with heavy breaths.

Holy fuck..

He truly is a sight to behold.

His dark eyes, his beautiful face, his body looking as sculptured as a Greek god. Only he puts all those carved marble statues to shame.
Aside from the scars that decorate his body, he has the softest, smoothest, most lickable looking skin I've ever laid eyes upon.

I unashamedly rake my eyes all over him and when I finally look back into his eyes, I see they're travelling all over my body, too. I feel as if I'm going to burst into flames under his dark, heated gaze.

His eyes follow my hands as I move them to my belt buckle. Raising my hips off the mattress, I start shimmying out of my jeans until his hands grasp onto the denim fabric and pull it from my body.

I sit up and slide to the edge of the bed. My fingers creep into his waistband to pull him closer and I lean in, dipping my head to press my lips to his stomach.

I plant kisses on his hard abs until my tongue comes out for a taste. His stomach muscles tense briefly under my wet touch and his heart starts to beat faster. A sensation I'm not prepared for.

Even his heartbeat is beautiful.

I look up at him and see the lust in his eyes.

Pete strokes the back of his fingers down my face. Then he grips my chin with his thumb and fore finger, and leans down to bring his succulent lips back to mine.

I lay back onto the mattress bringing him with me. His lips leaves mine and begin assaulting my neck. The feeling has me sighing heavily.

And suddenly, my bra is gone, his mouth and hand now covering my breasts instead.

He slowly works his way down my body, eliciting sighs and soft moans from me along the way. And I feel his body react to every sound I make. It's sensational and I almost feel ready to come apart before he's even reached his destination.

He's the sexiest, most sensual man I've ever encountered. And he's all mine for tonight.

Pete plants kisses overtop of my panties and my back arches. But he spreads a hand across my stomach and presses me back down onto the mattress.

Oh my fuck.

He makes quick work of my panties, and slips his fingers into my wet and waiting centre.

I raise my hands above my head, to grip onto the bed cover while his fingers pump a sinful rhythm. He moves up my body, reaching his other hand up to grip both of mine, keeping them above my head. His mouth devours my neck while his hand devours my core.

My body starts to writhe, to counter the movements of his hand, begging for more. He gives me what I want, and picks up speed.

His thumb adds delicious pressure to where I need it, massaging me while his fingers fuck away, until my toes are curling and my eyes squeeze shut as I come violently, panting for dear life.

God, that was just his hand..

Pete kisses my forehead and strokes my face while he waits patiently for me to come back down to earth. But he doesn't have to wait long.

Stroking his arm, I give him a smile and nod, then watch him as he climbs off the bed and adds the rest of his clothes to the floor.

He's so damn gorgeous.

And huge.

Oh, fuck.

I'm practically salivating with anticipation when he settles between my legs, tantalisingly nestled against me, but not yet sinking in. He looks down at me and brushes my dark hair from my face.

"You're so beautiful." he whispers huskily.

"You.." I bring my hand up to stroke his face. "..are abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous."

He breathes out a laugh into my mouth as he leans down to kiss me. But then he disappears, sliding down, slipping between my legs, his hands squeezing my thighs on his way down.

A gasp escapes me when he goes down on me.

His tongue does wicked things and when he tilts his head, his broad nose rubs me in all the right ways.

Pressure building in my stomach, my legs start to shake and I lace my fingers through his dark hair. At my tight grasp, he moans against me and I'm done for, crying out another release.

My hands fall from his hair and he works his way back up my body, before finally planting his lips back onto mine.

Tasting myself on his lips ignites me with enough vigour to flip us, putting Pete on his back.

He's already got me off twice. I need to return the favour.

I give him a deep kiss and then run my hands all over his body, kissing his scars on my way down.

I kiss and lick over his amazing V lines, until his impressive length is throbbing hard.

I look up into his eyes, licking my lips before taking him into my mouth. He threads his fingers into my hair and grips tight.

The noises coming from him while I work him are delectable. As too, is the quickening beat of his heart. I fucking love it.

While I massage his thighs, I lightly graze my teeth along him and he involuntarily bucks his hips, pushing himself to the back of my throat. I groan against him, extremely turned on by the fact that this big, strong, soldier of a man, is coming undone all because of me.

He releases into my throat with the hottest grunt I've ever heard. I swallow all he gives me, and pull my mouth from him, giving his tip one final lick.

Pete then grabs my hand and pulls me back up beside him while he catches his breath.

I run my fingernails delicately across his abs and plant kisses all over his chest while it heaves under my lips.

Then soon enough, he's got me on my back again, pinning me on the mattress while he hovers over me. His dick, throbbing again and ready for more, teases my entrance until his tip rubs my bundle of nerves. He watches me intently, eyes heated while I pant and squirm beneath him.

His eyes never leave mine as he slowly pushes himself inside me. When he fills me, he sits for a moment, watching me.

"You okay?" his deep voice asks softly.

"Yes" I pant. "Fuck yes."

"Take a deep breath." he rasps.

I do what he says, drawing in a deep breath through my nose. When I exhale through my mouth, he takes a deep breath of his own.

We repeat this a few more times, until he thrusts in sync with my inhale, and there's no stopping the loud moan that escapes me.

My chest is heaving as I look back into his eyes.

"Deep breaths.." he whispers.

I slow my breathing again and he takes it one slow thrust at a time while he adjusts to my tightness and I adjust to his size.

We lock lips when his thrusts begin to quicken, exchanging breathy moans and groans with one another. It's primal, and it's hotter than hell.

Then his breath is hitting my ear and his hands are gripping the sheets by my head. I wrap my hands around his shoulders, feeling his taut muscles while he fucks me into oblivion.

Pressure builds again and my eyes squeeze shut as we both come apart, and he pulls out just in time. He falls to my side, and we lay together, panting heavily.

I peel my eyes open and look at him.

His skin glistens with sweat, his beautiful chest rising and falling steadily. He's so.. majestic.

Pete looks at me and sees me ogling him. Bringing a hand to my face, he looks intensely into my eyes, searching to see if I'm okay. I smile at him and his eyes soften while we come out of our satiated states.

Having blown his load on the bed cover, he cleans what he can before we discard the cover to the floor.

Now in the sheets, we do it all over again.

He touches and licks and plays, watching how I react to his stimulations. And I do the same for him. And even when things get rough, it's done caringly. He is the most gracious and generous lover.

I feel like I've known him forever and that we know everything about each other. Even if we don't. It's a whole new level of intimacy, like nothing I've ever experienced.

After hours of exploring each other's bodies, we have another drink, because it's thirsty work.

Pete sits up, leaning against the headboard, sipping from his glass. With my head in his sheet covered lap, my fingers trace up and down his other arm.

"I'm real glad you were in that bar tonight, Pete.." I comment softly.

His breath almost slows to a stop.

"..Frank." he rasps.

I tilt my head back to look up at him and see him looking sheepish.

"My name. It's not Pete.. It's Frank." he elaborates.

I sit up out of his lap and face him with questioning eyes.

He watches me warily, apprehensively awaiting my reaction and response. But I just stare at him, waiting for him to elaborate some more, while my body tenses, readying for fight or flight.

His next words could change everything..

"Look, I.. I did some shit that could.. embarrass some people." he explains. "They're powerful people, so I get to be Pete. They get to not be embarrassed."

Well, that's actually both believable and understandable.

"..Does that shit explain some of these?" I ask softly, reaching over to trace my fingertips across a scar on his forearm.

"Some of them." he replies. He watches my face intently, trepidation swirling in his beautiful dark eyes.

I slowly raise his arm and gently press my lips to his scar. I look back at him and his eyes flit all over my face, trying to read me.

"..You're a secret badass." I state lowly.

His faces breaks into a gorgeous smile as he chuckles under his breath.

I tilt my head. "Why'd you tell me?" I ask him.

"I want this to be honest." he replies.

Touched by his genuine and sincere answer, I close the distance between us and kiss him deeply.

When I break the kiss, I stay close, a smile creeping onto my face. "Hello, Frank." I whisper.

The worry leaves his eyes and I can practically feel the relief wash over him.

"It suits you more than Pete." I comment as I hug myself to his side.

He laughs softly, wrapping an arm around my shoulders, holding me close as I tangle my legs with his under the sheets. And I feel him place a kiss on the top of my head.

I'm surprisingly unbothered by his revelation. Strangely enough, I can't help but trust him. And that itself makes me want to run, more than his fake name does.

Besides, any other reaction from me would be hypocritical. I'd forgotten until now that he doesn't know my real name.

I appreciate him telling me his, more than he knows, and I hate that I cannot do the same for him.

Frank finishes his drink and we fuck once more, until we're finally spent.

Then we drift off to sleep, curled up in each others arms. Our bodies fitting together like we're made for each other.

A/N

Hope this was bearable. 🙈 I find it difficult to write smut sometimes, because using all the terminology makes me uncomfortable. I can read it just fine, but writing it is so odd to me. 😅

references: adapted dialogue from episode 1 of The Punisher Season 2, Roadhouse Blues.

- K