Stefan laughed and gripped my thigh.“I don't think you will.But even if you do—” he shook his head, “we won't do them.Because they're a hard limit for me.”
I frowned.“A hard limit is something you won't do?”I asked, trying to push and understand what it was he wasn't telling me.
“Correct,” he gave me a one-word answer.Which was beyond frustrating.
“Give me an example of one of yours.”
He sighed and said, “Choking.”
My jaw nearly hit the floor.“What?People get off on that?”
Stefan smirked and nodded.“Yes, Francesca.A lot of people do.”
I blew a breath out.“That's hard to believe.”I focused on his face as I asked, “But you don't?”
He shook his head.
“And you know this because you've tried it before?”
Another sigh, and he said, “Yes.”
I bit my lip and squinted at him, maybe hoping he'd become clearer to me.“Why don't you like it?”
His lips touched my cheek.“Because I don't.It doesn't do anything for me.What gets one person off doesn't necessarily get another person off.”
Hmm.
I thought about that for a moment and then asked, “Will you write down your hard limits?”
He shrugged.“They're irrelevant, really.Because we won't be doing them,” he said confidently.
“Will you write down mine?”I inquired, wondering how this all worked.Because I might have a lot more hard limits than he did.
“We can if you like.”
I nodded and pointed at the computer.“You can also add choking to my hard limits.Make a section somewhere.”
Stefan arranged me on his lap and turned his chair more toward his desk so he could type.Then I observed as he clicked and typed on the laptop.I watched as he added a section called “Francesca's hard limits.”And just like I asked—he added in “choking.”And then he added in a few more eye-opening things.Like—fisting.
“Um, does that mean what I think it means?”My voice squeaked on the last few words.
“It means exactly what it says.”Stefan stopped typing and placed his hands on my thighs.
I had to ask, though.I was just too nosy.“Have you done that?”
His hands rubbed my thighs.“No, Francesca.And I never will.I was giving you more examples of things we'll never do.But that some people like to do.”
I blew out a breath and thanked the stars that Stefan didn't like any of those things.Because I was really, really, really sure I'd never want to try them either.
I turned in his lap so I could see him better.“Is this list in order of what you want to do first?”He'd put oral on the top of the list.And even from my limited experience with him, I knew he liked that.A lot.
Stefan's hand cupped the side of my face.“None of this is in any particular order.”He kissed me, his tongue immediately taking over the kiss.“But incidentally, oral is always a good way to start.”He grinned and then kissed me harder.His hand slid down to my shoulder and then a little further until it was on my breast.And that felt wonderful.
“Like, right now?”I asked, my lips grinning against his.
“Now would be a fantastic fucking time to start, yeah.”
I gave him a quick peck and slipped off his lap.“Right here?”I asked, beginning to feel a little unsure of myself suddenly.It all looked a lot easier on the spreadsheet.
