My jaw dropped open.“We haven't?”I asked, making him chuckle.I wasn't laughing, though.I'd thought Stefan had taught me a whole lot so far.“There are definitely more avenues to explore.But we're taking it slow.”
My jaw dropped open further.“We are?”
This time, he laughed right out loud.His chest shaking against me.
“But we can go slower.There's no rush.We have the rest of our lives.”He tipped back my head and kissed the heck out of me.When my toes started curling into the carpet, one of my hands slid down his chest, down his hard abs—to the undeniable bulge in his pants.
“Stop,” he whispered.“We're not having sex for the rest of the day.”
My eyes popped open.“We're not?”I asked in a high-pitched, surprised voice.
Stefan really laughed.“Fuck, I love you.Nobody makes me laugh like you.”
Oh.
My.
Heart.
I wasn't sure there was anything in the world I loved hearing more than Stefan's laugh.And for him to say that—I—made him laugh like no one else—well, that made me feel like a billion dollars.
I placed my hands on either side of his face.“You're actually very sweet.When you want to be.”I lifted up on my tiptoes and touched my lips to his.
He immediately moaned and took over the kiss.He grabbed my behind with one hand and my breast with the other.When his fingers pinched my already hard nipple and rolled it deliciously.“Stefan,” I muttered between kisses.I started undoing the buttons on his shirt.I needed to touch him.
“We're not having sex, Francesca,” he said, nearly out of breath.The look in his eyes told me that even he didn't believe what he was saying.
“Yeah, we are.”My hands slipped down to his belt, and I undid that, too.His bulge had turned into an out-and-out threat at this point.And I loved it.
My hand found its way into his boxer briefs and circled him.
“Fuck.If you don't stop that—” he began saying, but I cut him off.
“I'm not stopping anything.”My hand stroked his hot hardness, and I smiled.
“Francesca, we're taking a break,” he said very, very unconvincingly.
I shook my head and giggled.“No, we're not.That's a dumb idea.”
He smirked and shook his head.“We're not doing anything today.”
I let go of him and walked toward the bed.“Well, somebody's doing something.”I unzipped the back of my dress and let it fall to the floor.Then I pulled my panties down—glad I could save that pair from impending doom at least.
When I lay on the bed, I touched my breasts and spread my legs.My nipples were so hard already.“Mm, that feels good,” I said in a sultry, heady voice.Because it really did feel good.
Great even.
And when I let one hand drift down between my legs to feel the wetness there—“Oh, yeah.Mm.”I rubbed myself there for a while.Playfully at first.And then with more purpose.And that purpose was to orgasm.If Stefan wouldn't do it for me—then I'd do it myself.
Stefan took his shirt off, then he pulled his pants down and stepped out of them.Then he headed to the bathroom.He didn't take long to come back with the bottle of lube in his hand.
After he yanked off his boxer briefs, he squirted some of the lube into his hand and stroked his wonderfully hard cock up and down for a minute or so while he watched me.“Spread your legs more, Francesca.Let me see your pretty, pink lips.”
I felt a wet trickle drip out of me from his words.But I obeyed and opened my legs, showing him what he wanted.
“That's very nice.You're beautiful.Absolutely beautiful.Now, I want you to slip your middle finger inside your pretty little pussy.Can you do that for me?”
I clenched hard at his naughty request.
