I watched them fall to the floor, leaving Stefan in his boxer briefs.There was a very conspicuous bulge at the front of those boxer briefs, which I couldn't stop staring at.And when he pulled those down—
Whoa.
Nice.
A halfway erect Stefan emerged.And he was beautiful.All over.He kicked his boxer briefs and pants to the side and wandered over to me.
“Francesca, move up,” he ordered, and I obeyed.Then he stepped in and sat down behind me.The water sloshed around us as he settled in.“Lie back,” he said, and pulled me against his warm, wet body.His hardness jutted into my lower back, so I tried to move a bit.
“Don't mind him.He can't help it when you're around.”
I smiled and let out a quiet laugh.“All right.As long as there's no funny business.”
Stefan sighed while his hands slithered up my belly to my breasts—which were sticking very much out of the water now.“Oh, I never promised that there wouldn't be any funny business.”His hands rubbed softly over my wet, soapy breasts.
My head fell back against his shoulder, and I moaned.“That feels good,” I said, closing my eyes and enjoying the sensations.
“It certainly does.”His voice rumbled in my ear.
I clenched down below—deep, deep, deep down below.My nipples hardened, and his fingers took notice.He played with my nipples, rolling them and pinching them with his fingertips.
Finally, one hand glided down to my stomach and—
I gasped when his hand touched me between my legs.
“Does this hurt?”he asked, touching me softly.
“No,” I answered him truthfully.It didn't hurt.It felt great.
His fingers rubbed around in little circles.“How about this?”Stefan asked, still rubbing and touching my breast.
“That's good, too.Really good,” I said, breathing faster as my heart sped up.
“Do you like this?Or would you rather I stop?”Suddenly, both of his hands halted in their tracks.
I opened my eyes and turned my head.“Don't stop, Stefan.Please don't stop.”
His hands and fingers started moving again, dancing over my body like he was playing an instrument.And I just lay back and enjoyed it.Not once did he dip between my legs where I was sore.Not even once.
He didn't try to push the boundaries.Instead—he accepted and worked within them.
Boy, did he ever.
I'd never felt the things Stefan was doing to my wet, soapy body before.
So, when in a gruff voice he said, “Francesca, give me your mouth,” I nearly orgasmed right then and there.I'd barely turned my head when he captured my lips with his—and it was—electric.That kiss traveled directly to my nipples and right between my legs—amplifying the already wonderful sensations there.And each feeling on its own was great.Like, really, really, really great.
But.
All of them together?At the same time?
It was a perfect melody.One that I couldn't stop from happening.Not even if I tried.
“That's right.Come for me, Chesca,” Stefan said gruffly against my mouth.He added a bit more pressure as he rubbed between my legs, and—
“Stefan,” I gasped as the undeniable tingles turned into full blown bliss.
“So beautiful.My wife is so, so beautiful,” he said, and it sent me further, higher and higher as he stroked and pinched my nipple.It was fantastic.Easily the best orgasm I'd ever had.
