Delightfully refreshing.“Mm, it's perfect.”I took a long gulp this time.“Yum.It just needs ice.”
Stefan exhaled loudly.“I'm having no part in this.”And he left, heading back to his spot on the island.
I took another healthy sip and set my drink down.Then I spotted a bowl beside the stove.My stomach growled.I needed more soup.A few buns sat there, too, on a baking sheet.
I used the discarded ladle and filled the bowl nearly full.Then I buttered a bun and dipped it in.
“Take it outside and sit down,” Stefan said as he chopped up fruit.
I shook my head.“No time.”I blew on the dripping bun and managed to bite it before it fell to its doom.I ate like that for a few minutes before the urgency left me and I realized what I must look like.
I grabbed a dishcloth and wiped my hands, and face before I turned to Stefan.“Sorry,” I said, picking up the bowl of soup and carrying it over to him.“I don't normally eat like I'm in a barn.”My cheeks warmed as his eyes took me in.
“You haven't eaten in days, Francesca.I understand.”He went back to his chopping.“I was considering tossing the plates away and buying a trough, though.”
That caught me off-guard, and I had to put the bowl on the counter because I was at risk of dropping it from laughing so hard.I leaned against Stefan and ran my hand over his back.“As long as you hose me down after, I'm okay with it.”
Now he was laughing.He dropped the knife on the wooden cutting board and snatched me up instead.
I shrieked as he set me on the island.“I'm going to do a lot more than hose you down, Chesca.”His lips touched mine, and again he tasted like coffee.But also cantaloupe.And Stefan.
“You like cantaloupe,” I muttered into his hungry mouth.
He smiled.“I love cantaloupe.And I love you.”He stepped between my legs, pulling me closer to his body.Stefan picked up a small piece of cantaloupe and rubbed it over my lips—and then he kissed me.He did it again, but this time he slid the cantaloupe into my mouth.I chewed and swallowed it appreciatively.Stefan watched in what looked like fascination as I chewed and swallowed appreciatively.
He kissed me again, rougher this time.And I loved it.I felt his hands on the zipper at the back of my dress.It didn’t take him long to unzip it and pull the straps over my arms.
The dress had an insert—so there was no need to wear a bra.Stefan’s eyes looked down at my breasts, and he shook his head.“How do you keep getting more beautiful?”His gaze snapped to mine.
He pulled the straps of my sundress further down my arms.Then he did something so unexpected—I swear I nearly orgasmed right here on the island.
Stefan picked up another piece of cantaloupe—and he rubbed it on my nipple.I gasped at the cold, slippery feel of it.And then—Stefan's warm mouth was there, licking and sucking the juice off.“Stefan,” I moaned while he did the same thing to my other breast.
And it felt equally as incredible.He trailed the fruit up my neck—and slowly dragged his tongue up to that one spot that always drove me crazy.We made out like that—me, Stefan—and the cantaloupe—for a long while.And I enjoyed every second of it.
Finally, he popped the cantaloupe into his mouth and said, “Lay back, Chesca.I need to taste you.”The hunger in his eyes caused me to clench deep, deep, deep down inside.The marble countertop was cool on my now overheated back as I lay down.But I didn't mind.Not one bit.
Nope.
Stefan's hands lifted my dress up, up—and up.Until he encountered my panties.His fingers pulled them to the side, and then—
He rubbed the cantaloupe over my exposed flesh.“Stefan,” I groaned, my eyelids fluttering closed until—“Oh, my gosh.”His warm mouth was—on me.
Right there.
On me.
Licking.
And sucking.
And moaning.“Fuck, you taste so good.So fuckin' good, Chesca.”
I opened my eyes to see Stefan—eating me.Very, very, very enthusiastically.My hands dove into his hair, holding him to me, ensuring he wouldn't stop.
No.
I needed him to keep going.
