A big smile spread across his face.“It would be my fuckin' pleasure.”He moved me over and sat up, positioning himself against the headboard.I immediately noticed that he was more than ready to play this game.“Come here.Just like we were last night.After you came all over my cock.Remember?”
Oh, I remembered that part.I'd never forget it.Not in a billion years.
I lifted my leg and straddled him.And then he lined himself with me.I impaled myself on him.It was easier this time.But I still felt full.So full.
“You had your head here.”He patted his chest.I lay on him and snuggled in.Just like I had done last night.
His arms circled me, holding me tight.
“You fell asleep.Just like this.It hardly took any time at all until you were out.And then I kissed your head and called your name.But you didn't answer.”
I cut him off and said, “Do it.I want you to do it exactly the same way you did it last night.”And I did.The more I thought about it—the more turned-on I became.
I felt his lips on my forehead.And then he said a very quiet, “Francesca.”
And just like last night—I didn't answer.
I felt his hands on my hips, but I didn't move.I waited to see what he would do next.
Slowly, inch by inch—he started moving me up and down his long length.
I played along and didn't move.
Not even a little bit.
He continued doing that.
Excruciatingly slow.
But the closeness.
And the realization that what he was telling me was the truth—somehow made it so much hotter.
His heart pounded under my head with the strain of lifting me—and staying as quiet as he could.
If I wanted to—I could help him out and relieve him of his work.
But I wanted to feel exactly what he'd done to me while I was asleep.
A few minutes later—he pulled me tight to him—and I felt his cock jump inside of me as he came.His chest heaved as he silently wheezed, gasping for air.
I tried not to—but I clenched around him.And it felt good.But it didn't relieve my ache.
Then he slowly let go of my hips and wrapped his arms around me.
And.
We just lay there.For long, wonderful moments.
After a while, I finally lifted my head and gazed at him.“You're supposed to show me what you did next?Did you fall asleep?”I looked at him, feeling a bit disappointed that he wasn't doing things exactly how he'd done them last night.
He nodded and pulled my head back down.“I did.Fell asleep with my cock buried deep inside of you, Francesca.And you didn't even know.”He sighed and let out a small yawn.
I bit my lip and lifted my head.“Um, okay.For how long?”I asked, wondering how long I was supposed to just sit here with Stefan inside of me.
He shrugged and yawned again.“I don't know,” was all he said.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head.“Seriously?You must have some idea.Like,” I peered over at the windows, “an hour?”I exaggerated to make a point.
