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“i’m not hurting you, am i?” frank breathes out, holding mel down by her inner thighs with his fingers wrapped securely around them in a firm grip, being careful not to bruise her.
her safety, her comfort being his number one priority. always.
“n-no, doc- langdon.” mel tenses a bit, shaking and shivering all over and he knows this is her first time here, not only in this position, but the first time someone’s taken their time to show mel patience, affection with this type of intimacy, of closeness. it makes a shiver shoot through him, one similar to the pain meds he was forced to wean himself off, to give up. and it was all worth it. the mess, the pain, the past all led him to this moment, with the woman, his most trusted co-worker, who gave him unwavering support and her steadfast friendship, companionship, when he felt he didn’t deserve it.
when frank langdon was at his lowest, his protégé, his colleague, his best friend became his life saver. a person who never gave up on him, not for one second. and frank fell hard and fast, swept up in the tumultuous, overwhelming feelings that only doctor melissa king could give him, that only she was the cure, the medicine, for. and he prescribed himself with all of her—body, mind, soul, spirit—because his heart ached for all of her. and he wanted to give it all to her, if she would have all of him. every single piece sewed and sutured back together with his blood spiking and mended heart beating the syllables of her name in swift succession.
“i’ve got you, mel.” he reassures, forcing himself to breathe deeply, in and out, reassuring himself too; to slow down, to not rush things, for frank couldn’t fuck this up. this was the one thing he wouldn’t, ever. mel had trusted herself with him and him alone. “you’re perfect mel.” he says, lips inches away from the flesh of her skin, mouth watering, because he wants to taste the salt of her, feel it reamp and reboot his senses. he’s dreamt of this for so long, having his favorite girl beneath him, where he can make her unravel under his tongue. “you’re beautiful.” his mouth is full of spit and langdon longs to see every inch of her covered in it. “can i kiss you, mel?” he asks, unable to wait, eyeing the lone freckle just below the crotch of her underwear, some of her pubic hair sticking out of it, a wet spot starting to form on the simple cotton. ”please.” he asks politely, throat hoarse, wanting to shove his nose into her mound and tease her, but instead he grips her a little more, fingers wrapping insistently around her, heart racing a million miles an hour.
“kiss me? where?” mel asks curiously and langdon whines in the back of his throat, a soft smile gracing his lips, he answers her. “everywhere.”
yes leaves her lips with a sigh when his lips hover for a moment, his hot breath ghosting her skin and then he proceeds to kiss that lone, neglected place, the tip of his tongue barely grazing the freckle there. and mel bucks up unexpectedly, gasping when he sucks the skin into his mouth, groaning when the salt seeps into his taste buds, signaling to his brain that he wants more. always will. that no matter how many times he kisses, licks, tastes mel, he’ll crave her, want her that much more. she is not only the cure to his addiction, but the key to everything missing in his life. and he’ll prove he’s good enough to be that person, she not only wants, but craves and needs, everyday of his life.
“i-i feel so hot. like i have a fever, langdon. a-am i getting sick?” she trembles, her question and curiosity unendingly endearing to him. making his cock throb needlessly. “i m-mean, i know i’m not getting sick, i just, t-this is so much. too much, l-langdon. it just feels like the worst fever i’ve ever had.” she shivers, the wet spot on her simple underwear has spread further, proving her want to him, the fire of desire unfurling in her belly. and frank is losing patience, wanting to taste more, to make her come apart for him, only for him.
“no, mel, f-fuck,” he groans against her flesh, pressing his closed lips to it, wanting to dig his teeth into her unmared skin and leave his mark. “you’re not getting sick, sweet girl. this is normal, mel.” he murmurs against her pretty skin instead, and her legs spread further apart, welcoming him. “you’re hot all over, like you have the worst fever, because you want this, you need this.” you want and need me, frank wants to add, but keeps it to himself, feeling a little pride surging through his veins at the thought.
“i need more,” mel states, not really phrased as a question, more like she’s solving an issue, and it drives frank crazy and he groans, voice teetering on the edge between his teeth. which he tries not to grit in absolute devastation because he needs more and now.
“and i can give you more, mel,” langdon adds, praising her, for all that she’s worth, for all that she’s done and continues to do. “i’m gonna make you okay. i’m gonna make you all better, my sweetheart.” mel moans, melts into his hands, like sweet honeyed butter spread perfectly and precisely, becoming pliable putty in his hands.
“y-yes, please. i w-want you to, langdon.” she admonishes, raising her head to look at him in the eyes, the blonde hair usually neatly braided back from her face, wild and haloing her lovely face, as she bites her lip before saying the three words he has thought silently each and every time he looks upon her beautiful face—too afraid to utter them aloud in fear of moving too fast, not wanting to scare mel, or risk losing her. for he would take what he would get with her, for having her in his life as coworker or a friend was enough. but having her here, under him, trusting him utterly and entirely as more than a coworker or friend, but as a lover, someone who loved her for all that she was, meant more to him than his own life, himself. it was more than a taste of heaven, something that filled him, his heart, to the brim with exceptional overwhelming love.
“i love you.” she says, swallowing nervously, watching him breathlessly, waiting eagerly, for his words, his imperative confession that tells her it’s equivocally and irrevocably how he feels. but what are words to doctor frank langdon, when he’s at a loss of what to say? when he’s drowning in his mind full of ceaseless thoughts when it comes to a woman who makes him lose his resolve, makes him blush and smile and laugh more than anyone ever has? he’s trembling now, choked up, tears prick his eyes, for what are words when actions are more powerful, more potent, proving his worth? for doctor mel king is frank langdon’s queen and he will worship the ground she walks on, her, for all eternity, until his dying day.
and worship her he does, already on his knees before his earth angel, pulling her exquisitely, heavenly core towards his lips and kissing her light right on the wet spot that’s soaked through. she squeals, giggling and sighing happily when frank’s lips kiss her again and again, tongue peeking out to tease her, drawing out a long frustrated moan.
“l-langdon! more, i need more.” mel begs now, and frank would endlessly let her command him, his mouth, his tongue.
“more, where, sweetheart?” he nuzzles her drenched labia through her underwear with his nose, inhaling as he does, and he almost drools, like a puppy waiting for a treat. “tell me. show me.” he begs now, voice as strained as his hard cock is confined in his scrubs, leaking through profusely.
“m-my,” mel moans frustratedly, body shaking visibly, but frank wants to hear her say it, command him to. and he’ll obey. “m-my pussy.”
“show me where on your sweet pussy, mel.” she lifts her hand, fingers grazing over her sticky crotch, right where her clit is, and frank’s lips kiss the tips of her fingers. “now show me where it hurts, doctor.” mel groans out exasperatedly and yanks her ruined garment to the side giving frank his very first view of his little drop of heaven on earth. her pussy surrounded in a halo of her unshaven, all natural, slick and sticky curls. he can’t help but to bury his freshly shaven face into it, nose and mouth and tongue, completely captivated and intoxicated by her unique smell. and taste. and oh how he tastes, spreading her open with long deft digits, placing small kitten licks along his sweet girl’s clit, teasing, testing her tolerance, her need.
“oh, oh, fuck,” mel’s belly tenses, her knees locking up, as she clenches her fists, bringing one up to her flushed face, pressing a closed fist to her lips. frank blows hot air across her clit and she squirms, as if trying to escape, but he just knows her core is an electric livewire of lust, her libido beyond containment, heartbeat thundering, and body heat breaching new heights she’s never climbed before.
“i have you, baby, i have you.” frank whispers against her clit, ”you’re safe with me, love. for always. now let me prove it to you. let me show you how much i love you, melissa king.”
mel melts once more into his embrace, breathing out deeply, and frank kisses her clit, then wraps his lips around it and sucks, sucks with such ferocity mel cries out his last name, but he wants to hear her scream his first.
he unlatches his lips from her succulence, enough to command her just this once with his words, because his beloved girl is sweet enough to eat and he wants to hear more before he devours her thoroughly, ruins her fo anyone else but him.
“say my name, mel, scream it for me, just for me, sweetheart. because all of you, belongs to me.” langdon growls possessively, grabbing his girl’s knees and shoving them towards her chest. he latches his lips to her core once more—for all eternity if he could, for her cunt is divinity, heaven itself—connecting his hot mouth to her sensitive clit, beginning to lick like a man possessed, devour her utterly, already addicted to the flavor of the one and only mel king.
“frank!” she screams, thrusting against his face and thrashing under him, her first orgasm (of many) rushing through her like a continuous rapid river, as her juices flood his taste buds. frank groans against her feverish folds, sucking on her clit fervently, when her fingers grasp his hair to hold a piece of him. she clutches onto him closely with both her thighs wrapped tight him in what feels like a headlock, her fists bunched into his hair intensely like she might lose him. but frank reassures mel that she won’t lose him, that he won’t let go, not ever. not while they’re both alive, with hearts that beat for one another. with souls that call out desperately to each other. with veins that pump hotly with blood for one another. because frank burns with affectionate undying love for mel, more than he’s burned for anything in his life.
and he would let it burn him alive if he could, scald him for always, for her mel is branded on his scarred and wounded heart permanently.
mel’s fingernails scrape his scalp as another orgasm rolls through her, and she cries out his name—his first name— like a plea, a prayer for more, not twice, but thrice. and tears prick frank’s eyes, his emotions pouring from his mouth and into entire being when her nails dig into his scalp this time harshly, hard enough to nearly draw his blood. the pain makes him moan, his eyes roll back into his skull, his cock straining so hard it feels like it may burst, if he doesn’t sink inside his girl’s heavenly warmth at once. frank has to be patient, and has to wait for his turn. because when it comes, he’s not sure if he’ll last even one second inside mel king.
but it would seem they share the same thoughts, as if their minds are connected, hardwired and intune to each other's needs.
“i need more, f-frank…not your mouth or f-fingers, b-but all of you.” she’s shaking all over, looking down at him through hooded eyes, her glasses askew on her face, all of her long hair now let lose from her perfect braid. and frank gazes back at her, longing to drink her in, for he has never thought she looked more gorgeous or glorious as his golden angel. it’s a sight he commits to memory along with her perky nipples pressing hard against her simple thin cotton bra. he sucks her clit once more and she bucks against his lips as he releases it with a loud wet pop. “fuck, frank! i need your cock, p-please.” mel whines, begging him, and he complies faster than he means, heeding her call, letting out a strangled gruff sound, yanking her ruined underwear down her shapely strong legs and stuffing them in his pocket (he knows she has many and she won’t miss this particular pair, but he needs it as a souvenir) before shoving his scrubs and boxers down and kicking them off at once. he would kiss his way upwards slowly towards her face, taking his time with his tongue and teeth over the flesh of her body unbound to him. but he’s trembling with a need so great, so vast, it overwhelms his senses.
he feels like a beast, primal and predatory, climbing atop his dream girl—his—the hedonistic frantic urge that frank feels to give her all of him, to fuck her good and hard with his cock that’s throbbing and leaking.
and then he growls in frustration, putting his face in the crook of her neck, closing his eyes.
“shit, fuck, mel,” he clenches his hands into fists wanting to hit them against her mattress, but he refrains, internally punching himself. “i forgot to buy condoms.” he curses himself inwardly, because of course he would forget, he’s a fucking failure at that especially, his brain always preoccupied with work or, most importantly, her.
“shit, i’m sorry, i fucked up.” i’m a fuck up, he sighs defeatedly, hard on himself, but then mel wraps her legs around his trembling body reassuringly, placing his cock against the crook of her cunt, and he whines when her soaked-slick slit grinds against his thick head. “well good thing you forgot them, frank. i hate condoms. i can’t stand the texture, actually. and i w-want to feel all of you in me. i need all of you, remember?” mel whispers against the outline of his jaw, her sweet smile ghosting against it; then she kisses his jaw, his chin, and lastly his lips gently, tasting herself on them. “i got an iud, preemptively, on the day you were released from rehab. because i knew it would be you and only you.” she breathes out shallowly, and frank’s throat is thick with emotions, desire, lust, and live hearing her words, her truths. “a-and you—we—don’t have to worry about having babies...” she bit her lip and frank knew she wanted to add anytime soon, but there would be plenty of that in the future, once they were married of course, once they were ready for their future together plus more.
and langdon wants to live in the present, for mel is the greatest gift he could ever ask for.
“god, i love you, mel. i love you so much.” frank kisses her fully on the mouth, parting her lips with his tongue, before he penetrates her in one swift thrust, for the first time, filling the emptiness ebbing inside them both, now connected fully.
“frank.” mel gasps sweetly, a sharp breath escaping her lungs, before her legs lock tightly around him, afraid to let him go, pulling him as close to her as possible.
“fuck, m-mel, fuck, it’s been so long, too long.“ frank stutters, his hips jerking when she squeezes her velvet-soft walls around him. “fuck, you’re so tight, you’re so warm, sweetheart. you’re perfect, mel, made for me, just for me.” she kisses him this time, more passionately, intensely, grabbing his hands with hers and intertwining them together. ”more, please,” mel moans as frank drags his cock from her pussy, leaving just the tip inside before he thrusts back in her. the divine feel of her surrounding him, beyond anything frank could imagine. better than the pain killers, better than anything, anyone has ever made him feel.
“i-i won’t last long, mel, fuck.” frank shakes all over, thrusting two more times inside of her unbearable heat, that makes him feel like a virgin all over again. before mel’s fingers leave his hands. “then, let me help the both of us, dr. langdon.” she smirks, teasing him, until her fingers are pulling down her bra and teasing her own nipple, as her other hand is traveling between them to touch herself in rhythmic succession. because she’s done this to herself before. “oh, fuck, frank.” and frank watches greedily as she rolls her pretty nipple between her fingers, pulling and twisting it taut, knowing her body, thrumming it with expertise, like a harp.
“god, fuck, mel, god, you’re so gorgeous, my sweet girl.” he pants like a dog, frantically and frenziedly fucking inside her, his balls slapping against her soaked pussy loudly. until she’s cumming on his cock, her velvet walls clamping down hard on him in a vice tight grip that makes him blind with pleasure, nearly blackout as he sees fireworks shoot before his eyes, voice going hoarse with a silent scream, as he mouths her name, praising her with his eyes closed, body stiff and tense with pleasure.
“yes, frank, yes,” she groans, a ragged cry ripping from her throat. “cum inside me, please. give me everything. i have you now. you’re mine, frank langdon. mine to have, mine to love.” she solidifies, interlocking her arms around his neck and kissing his forehead, his face all over and then his lips, insistently, holding him close. frank releases a guttural cry of yes, a euphoric wail of pleasure, emptying everything into her—his cum, his hurt, pain, self doubt, pride, uncertainty, fear. all of himself. for he is mel king’s, above all else, and he will live everyday proving it to her over and over again, ten fold, a thousand fold.
frank falls asleep tangled in mel’s arms, clutching onto her, listening to each beat of her heart, that slows down, her quiet hums that softly lull him to sleep with each passing moment. she strokes her hand through his hair like a mother may with her child, and his heart swells, imagining mel with his child—their child. he dreams of them, as husband and wife, mother and father, of a future; envisioning it so clearly, finally feeling safe, secure, needed, wanted. and above all else, loved.