Then—instead of giving me his cock inch by inch like he'd done on our wedding night—he thrust himself right in.All at once.
“Ah!”I shouted when he was fully seated inside me.I felt so—full.
Yes, there was some discomfort.But not any real pain.Certainly not like before.
“You okay?”He exhaled sharply.
My hands slid to his back, and I held on.“Yeah,” I said.And surprisingly—I meant it.
“Good.Tell me if it hurts.And I'll stop.”He kissed me briefly before he started moving.
And it felt—good.
Really good.
But he was moving far too slowly.
I wasn't sure why I did it, but I lay back on the counter again.
“Fuck me,” Stefan said, his hands landing on my hips, and he pulled me roughly to him.
And then he—fucked me.
That was the only way to describe what he was doing.The animalistic look in his gaze told me how different this time was.One hand wandered up and cupped my breast.His other hand landed between my legs.And that wonderful thumb started rubbing in tantalizing circles.
It took about ten seconds before I was ready to explode.I felt my walls squeezing around him tighter and tighter.And I knew he felt it too because he said, “So fuckin' tight.You are so,” he thrust into me, “fuckin'” another thrust, “tight.”A few drops of sweat trickled down his forehead, but he didn't stop what he was doing to wipe them away.
No.
He kept up his fantastic pace, bringing me higher and higher.His fingers pinched my nipple, and I clenched—intensifying what he was doing to my clit.
I gave in.I couldn't take it anymore.“Yes, Stefan.Just like that.”My head rolled from one side to the other as I cried out.
Stefan thrust into me a few more times before he stopped and wheezed.“Christ.”His hand squeezed my breast as he emptied himself inside me.He leaned over and took my lips with his.“I'm definitely developing new kinks because of you.”
I had no idea what he was talking about, but I wrapped my arms around his torso and kissed him.“Does that mean you have a new appreciation for cantaloupe?Or does it mean something else?”
He gave me a smirk and said, “Yes.”Which wasn't an answer at all.I still laughed and loved how he was letting me kiss him as deeply as I wanted.
It wasn't long before I started grinding against him—asking.
Making a silent request.
“Are you sure?”he asked between kisses.
I nodded.“I'm sure.”I lifted my hips, seeking more pressure against his body.
He grabbed my legs and said, “You're not too sore?”
Again, I shook my head.“Not sore at all.Can you do it again?Or do we have to wait for a while?”I asked, hoping like heck he wouldn't have to wait too long.
He laughed and kissed my neck in that special spot.“I'm not that old, Francesca.”
And then he set about showing me exactly how old he wasn't.
9
Francesca
