Francesca
Once Stefan let me up off the closet floor, I headed into the bathroom to clean up a bit.Stefan followed me.“Let me do it,” he said, and took a few of the white washcloths off the towel rack and tossed them in the sink.Then he turned on the hot water.
After they were all wet, he picked one up and wrung it out.Then he proceeded to wipe himself off my chest.“You don't seem the least bit remorseful,” I teased him.
That smirk came back, and he looked me in the eye.“You'll be waiting a long time for an apology for this.”He grabbed another washcloth and wrung it out.Then he wiped my breasts down thoroughly.
Maybe a bit too thoroughly.
“You made quite a mess.But I think you've cleaned it up now.”I took the washcloth from him and dropped it on the counter.
“Why are you ruining my fun?”He swiped the last washcloth and wrung out the water.“Spread your legs for me, Francesca,” he ordered.I did what he asked and opened my legs for him.Then he started wiping between my legs.I was still very sensitive from that last orgasm.With all the care and attention he was taking, it seemed like he knew that.“That was—” I bit my lip and then smiled, “fun.”
Stefan laughed and continued what he was doing.“Yes, it certainly was.”His eyes fell on mine.“You're amazing.The way you just—” his eyes bounced around my face, “light up like a fucking firecracker.”He shook his head.“It's intoxicating.”
His words—and the way he looked at me—made my heart explode.“You're a good teacher,” I said in a quiet voice.
His mouth opened, but nothing came out.Like, his words were stuck.Finally, he threw the washcloth on the floor and pulled me into him.His hands cupped my face, and he stared into my eyes.“I need you to understand something.”He swallowed and went on.“What we have?”His eyebrows rose slightly.“I've never had anything like this.Ever.I know you likely feel inexperienced—because you are.But you need to realize that doesn't mean you aren't the best sex I've ever had.”
I shut my eyes and let my head fall forward onto his chest.“Don't say that, Stefan.I know it's not true.”I mean—how the heck could it be?
Stefan had a billion years more experience than me.Plus, I could only imagine the gorgeous women he'd chained up in his dungeon.
He pulled my head back up.“I'm telling the truth.”He softly touched his lips to mine.
“That can't be possible.”
In a surprising move, he turned me to face the mirror.He stood directly behind me.“Look at yourself.Look at how beautiful you are.”His hands touched my hips and then made their way up to my breasts.“Never have I seen such beauty, Francesca.The moment I saw you,” his voice trailed off, “I knew you'd be mine.”He kissed my shoulder, and I gave him room.“Open for me.I need you again,” he panted against my skin.I was confused for a moment—until I heard the sound of his zipper.
Oh.
My.
Gosh.
I opened my legs and just knew I was dripping wet for him again.
“Wider, Chesca.”His foot brushed mine, and I opened further for him.And then—
He was right there.
At my entrance.
And then—
He pushed in.
“Oh,” I said, letting my eyelids flutter closed.
“No, Francesca.Open your eyes,” Stefan said as he pushed inside me.“I want you to see exactly what I do.I have to make you understand.”
“Stefan,” I said, and he pulled out and then slowly shoved himself right back in.
“Can you see?Can you see how beautiful you are?Look.”One of his hands let go of my breast and slid up my neck to my jaw.He held my face there.
I stared at him in the mirror, his body moving behind mine.
“No, Francesca.Don't look at me.Look at yourself.”
