A low, smexy laugh followed.“You'll find out.”
And something inside me couldn't wait for that.When the last button was undone, I let my hands rub his bare skin.Then—my hands slipped down to his belt buckle.
“Francesca.”He kissed me as his hands found my breasts.“What are you doing?”His fingers squeezed me.
“I don't know.”I shrugged and smiled.Oddly, that was the truth.I really didn't know what I was doing.Or how far I wanted to take this.
All I knew at that moment was I needed to feel him.
I needed my hands on Stefan.
Now.
His thumbs swiped over my nipples, sending wonderful shocks through the rest of my body.I unzipped him—and shoved his pants down.
His cock bounced out and I slid my hand around it.“You're so hard.”I stroked him.“And so soft.”And he was.His velvety skin felt so nice in my palm.
The more I stroked him, the more he panted as we kissed.I took my cues from his reaction and moved my hand faster.
And faster.
Weirdly, the more worked up Stefan got—the more worked up I also became.
The ache between my legs got worse.But not in a bad way.
In a very, very good way.
So—I moved him toward that ache.
“Fuck,” he said as I rubbed the head of his throbbing cock in my wetness.I hadn't even realized how wet I'd become until now.
“Francesca.You're driving me crazy.I'm going to come if you keep doing that,” he said it like a warning.But I liked it.A lot.
I wanted to push him.I wanted him to come.
I moved him lower.
And then lower.Until he was right at my entrance.
And it didn't hurt.
A little more—
And I was still okay.
“Francesca.I don't want to hurt you,” he said in such a sincere tone it made my heart burst.
A little more—and still—no pain.
“Are you sure?”he asked quietly, his breathing fast.“We don't have to if you don't want to.”
And that was when I knew—I wanted to.
“Yes.Give it to me.”
He took my lips and kissed me.
Hard.
