She felt so fucking good.
I held her close.Listening to her soft breaths.
Enjoying her warm body against mine.
A few moments later—
I drifted off to sleep, too.
14
Francesca
My eyes fluttered open to see sunlight shining through the windows.
A big, warm hand glided over my behind.“Good morning.”Stefan kissed me on the forehead, and I smiled.
I kissed his chest and lifted my head.“Morning.”He kissed me and squeezed his occupied hand.
“Did you sleep well?”he asked with a smirk on his face.
I nodded and tried to think.“Yeah, the last thing I remember is—” I closed my eyes tightly like that would help me.
But Stefan interrupted my thoughts.“Falling asleep with my cock still inside of you?”
My mouth opened.“Oh, yeah.You tired me out.”I smiled at him.Because he sure had.
I'd given him head.And then he'd given me head.
And then I'd ridden him while he sat in his office chair.
“Well, we did have three sexual encounters, Stefan.That's bound to tire anyone out.”
He shook his head, still smiling.“Four.”
I tilted my head and counted in my head.“Nope.Three.”
He raised his eyebrows.“Four.”
Just in case—I counted again.“Three.I'd remember if there was a fourth.”
He pulled me closer and whispered in my ear, “Not if you were sleeping when I fucked you.”
My poor lower belly didn't know what hit it.I clenched so hard.
“What?”I asked, not fully understanding what he was talking about.How could that be possible?
“It's true.You fell asleep on my cock.Didn't wake up when I started fucking you.Or when I came hard inside of you again.”
A heat rose up and ran through every part of my body.A long, steady ache started between my legs.Just at the thought of what he was saying.“But—” I said stuttering slightly.“How could you have sex with me without me knowing?”
His hand dragged up my back to my shoulder.“You were out.Completely exhausted.”
I wasn't sure I believed him.“You fucked me?While I was asleep?”
Stefan nodded.“I did.And then I carried you upstairs.Are you okay with that?”His eyes scanned my face, but I wasn't sure what he was looking for.
“Can you, um.”I bit my lip, feeling weird about what I was going to ask next.“Can you show me?What you did?”
