And squeezed him so tightly, I wondered if I was hurting him.
But then his hands stilled on me and held me tightly as he wheezed out, “Fuck, yeah.”I felt him spurting inside of me, over and over again he filled me up with his warm come.
And I smiled.
Because he'd lost control.Just like I had.
“I'd call that a success.”I said, pushing back to look at him.“How about you?”
He kissed my neck and chuckled.“No complaints here.Other than the fact that we'll have to shower again.”
I gave him a quick peck on the lips.“Before or after we go skinny-dipping?”
He sighed.“I almost forgot.Thank fuck you remembered.”
Then we kissed and made out for a while.
And then he picked me up—and jumped into the pool.
As it turns out—skinny-dipping is even more fun than I imagined.
10
Francesca
Stefan held up what was left of my bikini.“Francesca.Be reasonable.There's nothing left of this to repair.”He'd been trying to talk me into going shopping for more clothes.But I didn't need anything.If I couldn't fix the bikini, I was sure Giselle could.
“I'm not wasting an entire bikini because you were impatient,” I tried to reason right back.
But that only made him give me a smexy grin.“I'm always impatient when it comes to removing your clothes.”
This was true.
Stefan had made it a habit to rip my panties with his own two hands.Like it was some kind of sexual challenge or something.I'd pleaded with him over the last pair he’d ripped.I really loved them.But—
No.
He ripped those, too.
“Besides, I'm buying you more bikinis.And panties.I don't think you have many of those left either.”He didn't seem the least bit remorseful for ruining so many pairs of wonderful panties.
“I have a few,” I lied.It was more like two.Giselle and Eve had packed a good amount.But Stefan and his ridiculous ripping had dwindled down my stash in a big way.
Besides, who cared if I had to wash a pair of panties every day?It wasn't like I was busy.
Well—okay, I was busy.
In Stefan's bed.And on his patio.
And in his shower.
We—were busy.
A lot.
Stefan and I had been very busy having sex.A lot of sex.
So much sex that I was actually starting to get sore.Not devirginized sore.But still sore.That was the only positive part about going shopping.My poor lady parts would finally get a break.
