Chapter 456 Just a Kiss, Okay?
"No." Harper tried to wriggle free, all flustered.
Francis chuckled, "What? I ain't gonna bite."
Harper's ears turned red. "No, I don't wanna mess with your wound."
Francis shrugged, "It's just a few busted ribs. I ain't that fragile."
Harper frowned, thinking he was downplaying it way too much; it was more than just a few.
"Come on, get on." Francis tugged her a bit, forgetting he shouldn't strain his abs, and winced.
Harper panicked, "You okay? Did you strain it?"
Francis took a shallow breath, his voice raspy, "Yeah, kinda."
Harper freaked out, "I told you not to move around."
Francis shot her a look, "Then why don't you get on?"
Harper didn't dare resist anymore and obediently got on the bed, sticking to the edge to avoid touching him.
Francis looked at the gap between them and laughed in exasperation. He reached out and pulled Harper closer, "I didn't ask you to get on to draw a line."
Harper's face bumped into Francis's shoulder, his firm muscles hurting her nose. She rubbed her nose and whimpered, "I'm just scared of hurting you."
Her nervous look amused Francis. He lowered his chin slightly, unable to hold back, "Just be careful, and you won't."
His hot breath on her neck made Harper's heart race.
Francis was a man with strong desires. Last time they were together, he'd come on to her whenever he got back from a business trip. Years had passed since she left, and finally, they had a chance to be together again. That one night only made him want her more.
Harper felt his big hands getting restless and quickly grabbed them. "You're still hurt. You can't."
"It's fine, just..." He whispered something in her ear.
Harper blushed, "No, the doctor said you shouldn't."
Francis's hands pressed against her skin, his voice hoarse, "Wanna test if the doctor's words are ture?"
Harper felt like she was on fire, her voice trembling, "No, it'll make things worse."
Francis smirked, "Really? How about just a kiss?"
Before she could refuse, a hot kiss landed on her left ear.
He didn't kiss her lips but focused on her earlobe, gently nibbling and sucking, playing with it in all sorts of ways.
Harper's body was on fire. She felt Francis's big hands wandering dangerously.
Harper blurted out, "No."
Francis firmly said, "I'm not listening."
Harper was confused, "Why'd you ask then?"
Francis admitted, "Just going through the motions."
They'd been intimate countless times and knew each other's bodies well. Francis easily took control, his wet kisses moving from her left ear to her right, lingering.
Harper felt like electricity was coursing through her, trembling, even her toes cramping.
"Francis," she called out, her voice trembling.
Francis's mouth was filled with her sweet scent. "Does it feel good?" he asked in a hoarse, barely audible voice.
Harper breathed, "Control yourself."
"Not into kissing?" Francis teased, nibbling her ear again.
"No," Harper whimpered like a kitten. She felt that if he kept going, she'd lose it.
"Francis, your body..." she tried to remind him.
Francis's lips wrapped around her earlobe again, his voice husky, "What do you call me?"
"Francis," she replied.
"Wrong answer." He bit her again, making her breath hitch.
"What should I call you?" she cried out.
Francis's dark silk pajamas had slipped, revealing his honey-colored skin and tempting collarbone. His dark eyes were filled with desire, his voice hoarse and coaxing, "Come on. Call me Daddy."
"No," Harper refused.
Francis's slender fingers lifted her chin, his hot breath in her ear, "Think carefully."
Harper's breathing was ragged, her mouth dry, her shirt collar disheveled, revealing creamy, tender skin, even more alluring with passion.
Francis's eyes were deep, his hot kisses moving from her chin to her neck, his face buried in her skin.
In the heat of the moment, he panted, "Come on. Say it."
That sexy panting made Harper's nerves snap. She whimpered softly, "Daddy."
Francis was immensely satisfied hearing this sweet call.
He kissed her nose, his voice hoarse, "Good girl."
This went on for a while. Harper felt like a fish out of water, saved at the last moment. The sensation lingered.
Later, Francis was still gently kissing her lips, his thin lips wrapping around hers. His tongue didn't go deeper.
This gentle teasing made her scalp tingle. Harper felt her back was wet by her sweat, she bit her lip, feeling a bit ashamed.
A soft moan escaped her lips, small but clear. Instantly, her face turned as red as a ripe apple.
Francis pressed his forehead against hers, teasing, "You like me kissing you, huh?"
Harper's flushed face was burning. Who wouldn't like this kind of teasing? She didn't know about others, but with Francis, she was always easily satisfied. His gentle, detailed kisses made her happy.
Harper blushed, "You already know."
Seeing the woman he loved satisfied gave a man an immense sense of accomplishment.
"You feel good." Francis squeezed her hand under the thin blanket, his throat hoarse, "But I'm still suffering."
Francis's eyes were dark, how could Harper not understand? He wanted to make love, but she hesitated, "The doctor said you..."
At this critical moment, how could Francis listen to some doctor's words? He reached out and pinched her chin, his voice hoarse, "How long has it been, huh? After five years without sex, we finally had it once, and I tried to hold back, but now you're tormenting me."
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