I needed—him.
Stefan.
“Oh, yes,” I cried as his tongue circled that bundle of nerves only he knew what to do with.
I was close.
So, so, so close.
That was when I felt Stefan's finger tease at my opening.And miraculously—it didn't hurt.Not at all.
Nope.
Instead, it felt freaking—great.
Heavenly.
Divine.
“Yes, Stefan.Please.Don't stop,” I begged him.I needed more.
So—
He gave it to me.
The second his finger slid inside me—and curved up—
I came.
Hard.
I held onto his head tighter now, pulling him closer.Making sure he didn't stop.
Because I knew if he stopped—I would die.Right here on this counter.
But he didn't stop.He didn't even try.In fact, he did the exact opposite.His tongue circled faster.
His mouth sucked harder.
And his finger—oh, my gosh.
His finger.
My legs shook as he drew every last perfect spasm from my body.
Until each muscle gave up, and my hands slipped from his head.
Exhausted.
Stefan slowly—lazily—kissed my thighs.It felt so good.
When I could finally speak again, I said, “You really like cantaloupe.”
Stefan chuckled and pulled me up to sitting.My bare chest felt good against his shirt.But I knew it would feel better against his bare chest.So, I kissed him and began unbuttoning his shirt.
“I do.And now I think you've unlocked a new kink, Francesca.”His lips grinned against mine.
“A new kink?”I asked and continued unbuttoning his shirt.“How many do you have?”
