But I still did it.For him.And for me.
Because I was hot and wet.And ready to come any minute.
“Oh,” I said as my finger slid inside easily.“I'm so wet, Stefan.I love this.But I want you instead.”
He flipped open the lube and squirted more into his right hand.“Fuck yourself with that finger now.In and out, Francesca.”His voice had a smexy, rough edge to it.“In and out.”
I did what he asked and closed my eyes at the sensation.
“Yes, just like that.Keep doing that.Christ, look how wet you are.Your pussy's dripping.”And it was.
All of this felt incredible.But it wasn't what I wanted.
So, I removed my finger and brought that hand up to my other breast.
“Francesca, I didn't give you permission to stop finger fucking yourself.Go back to what you were doing.Now,” Stefan ordered while he continued stroking himself.Watching him do that to himself should probably feel weird or awkward.But it didn't.
No.
It was a huge turn-on.
I shook my head on the pillow as I kept playing with my breasts.This wasn't the first time I'd played with my breasts.And this certainly wasn't the first time I'd touched myself down there.But having Stefan's eyes on me—well, it seemed to amp it all up.Make everything more erotic.
“Francesca.”His tone was more insistent now.
I just smiled and said, “No, Stefan.I don't want my finger in there.I want your cock.”
His eyes grew dark, and he squirted more lube onto his hand and then onto himself.Then he knelt on the bed and moved between my legs.Where he unnecessarily applied lube between my legs.I was more than wet enough to take him.
After he tossed the bottle onto the bed, he slid himself inside and started fucking me.“You're a little vixen, Francesca.”He leaned over me and kissed my mouth.“And the best part is that you have no fuckin' idea.”
About two seconds later—I felt it—and I knew I was going to come.Even though he'd only been inside me for less than a minute—I knew I was going to come right away.
“Stefan, I'm coming.Oh.”I sighed as it came over me.
Hard.
My pussy contracted around him, and he thrust into me one more time—
And.
“Fuck.I'm coming, too.”Stefan slammed into me and grunted out his release.
We stayed connected for long minutes afterward—just kissing and touching.Until he finally pulled out and lay beside me.
“I guess our break didn't last too long,” I said, rolling over and laying my head on his chest.
He laughed, making my head move up and down with his chest.“Apparently, I can't keep my hands—off you.Or my cock out of you.”
I sighed and closed my eyes.It felt so warm and perfect.Lying in his arms was the most naturalthing in the world.“I'm not complaining.”I snuggled into him even more and closed my eyes.
His fingers grazed up and down my arm, making me even sleepier.“This isn't getting you out of shopping.”
I whimpered into his chest and begged.“Please?I was a good girl.Wasn't I?”
Stefan inhaled sharply.His hand instantly landed on my behind.He grabbed it.“You've been a very good girl, Francesca.”His voice—and his tone—gave me shivers.“But that doesn't mean you don't have to listen to me.”
I grinned and lifted my head.“I almost never listen to you.”
