“On your knees, Francesca.”
Gosh.
That smexy, bossy voice got me every time.I lowered to my knees in front of him.He opened his legs and said, “Undo my belt.”
Oh.
Yes.
That I could do.
I moved closer and reached for his belt.It didn't take me long to open it.
“Now, my pants.Undo them and pull me out.”
Gosh.
The deep, smexy, bossy tone he used—really—hit me and made my lower belly begin to ache.I undid his button and then unzipped his pants.
And then I ran my fingers over his long hardness poking out the top of his boxer briefs.It fascinated me how hard he could get.I loved the feel of him under my fingertips.
“Francesca,” he said in warning.
“What?”I asked innocently, dragging my fingertips up and down his length.I stopped briefly on the tip and circled my fingertip in the warm drop of wetness there.
“Fuck, you're a tease.Aren't you?”he asked, but it was more of a statement than anything.And from the way he said it—he didn't exactly seem to mind.
“I don't know what you mean?”Then I circled the slit at the tip again.
He drew in a sharp breath.“Take.Me.Out.”His words were precise and crisp.
And—since I had probably teased him enough—I did what he asked.He was rock-hard and hot in my hand.
“Lick me.Up and down.Don't suck me yet.”His eyes bore into mine.
I held him as I licked.
Slowly.
Up.
And down.
Making sure to cover as much ground as I possibly could.
“Stefan?Can I—”
His hand slipped into my hair, and he held me there.“You need to learn to listen.”One eyebrow rose as he gave another warning.The problem with his warnings was that they just made me hotter.I wasn't sure he understood that.
“But how will I know what to do next?”
He licked his lips and swallowed.“Well, if you listen and pay attention.”The grip he had on my head increased.“You'll know.”
I stayed quiet—and listened to him.
“Very good.See?You're already learning,” he said in a pleased tone.And that made me nearly burst into flames, too.
Was there anything about Stefan that didn't?
