And loved.
Finally, we'd set up some kind of absolutely awesome rhythm.I was reaching, reaching, reaching for something.And then I realized exactly what it was when that familiar tingling sensation began.
I knew.
I just knew I was going to come.
“Stefan,” I said between kisses.
“Yes, Francesca.I know.Come for me.I want you to come all over my cock.”
That thought made me shiver all over.I loved it when he talked like that.Nobody had ever said such dirty things to me before.And a big part of me was glad he was the first one to do it.
“Find it, Chesca,” he whispered into my ear as his hands glided over my breasts.“Take what you need.”
My fingertips dug into his back.I couldn't help it.Before the spasms even started, I knew it was going to be big.
Huge.
And I didn't know how to react.So, I bit down on his shoulder as wave after wave of pleasure tore through me.
“That's right, my beautiful wife.”Stefan encouraged.“Come hard for me.”
And I did because there was no other choice.Not that I'd want one.Because this was pure bliss.
It took me a bit until I was able to have a coherent thought again.But when I did, I said, “Show me how to make you come now.”
He grabbed my behind.“It would be a pleasure,” he said and started moving me up and down on his cock.The first few strokes felt pretty bizarre.But a few minutes later—I think I got the hang of it.My thighs protested, though.I decided not to listen to them at the moment.This felt too good.
And when Stefan said, “Ride my cock, Chesca.Ride it fuckin' hard for me.”I knew he was also having a good time.I did what he asked and rode him faster—even though the muscles in my legs burned.It was worth it to watch Stefan's face and hear his breathing get erratic.
And watch him just generally lose control.
Because of what I was doing.
That knowledge gave me a feeling of power that was so heady, I wanted to—
“Oh, my gosh,” I gasped as an indulgent, lustful thrill set up between my legs.
Again.
This couldn't be possible.
Could it?
Was I seriously going to come again?
“Oh, fuck, yeah, you are,” Stefan moaned.
Oh, crap.I must've said that last part out loud.And he'd confirmed I was in fact going to come all over his cock again.
“Stefan, I can't.Not again,” I panted, disbelieving that such a thing could be possible.Certainly not so soon after I'd just come.
“I've got you.I'm right here.Give it to me, Francesca.Please,” he begged.“Give me your pleasure.”
I did the only thing I could do.
I let go.
