Instantly, he nodded and then again pulled my head back down.“Yeah, something like that.”
Oh.
My.
Gosh.
Stefan fucked me while I was sleeping.
Then he came inside me—while I was still sleeping.
And then—
He held me—while his cock was still hard inside me?
Just.
Held me?
My heart squeezed so tight it pounded erratically inside my chest.
I lifted my head again and held his eyes with mine.“Why did you do that?”
He tilted his head and asked, “Fuck you while you were sleeping?”
I shook my head.“No—but, yes.You can tell me that after.But now I want to know why you held me for an hour.”
His eyes narrowed slightly as his mouth opened.“Because I love you, Francesca.And I'd just come inside of you three times.I was fuckin' tired.And you were all,” his eyes traveled down to my chest and back up again, “soft, and warm.And also exhausted from all the orgasms I gave you.”His hands touched my shoulders and then ran down my arms, giving me goosebumps.“So, yeah, I held you like this for a long time.Because I wanted to.And it felt good.”
Oh, gosh.This man was making me fall more and more in love with him each second.
“And to answer your other question,” he sighed and yawned again, “I have no fuckin' idea what possessed me to fuck you while you were sleeping.But once the idea popped into my head, I went with it.”
That was a lot.But also—for some reason—I wanted to know more.“And when you've done this with other women, did you hold them, too?”
He started laughing.So hard that my body shook like crazy on his lap.
“Francesca, I've never fucked anyone while they slept.This is all new to me.”His hands cupped my cheeks, and he pulled me in for a kiss.“You seem to be unlocking new kinks in me.”He grinned and took my lips in a delicious kiss.
My poor heart couldn't take the knowledge that he'd done something with me that he'd never done before.
That I could give him something like that.
Suddenly, he stopped the kiss and moved back a bit.“Are you okay with me doing that?Fucking you while you're asleep?”
His cock jerked inside of me—and that told me this was definitely a kink for him.
I smiled and moved in to kiss him.“I'm okay with it.But next time you do that—” I touched my forehead to his.“Can you maybe—um,” I stumbled over my words.
“What?Can I do what?”
And it was then I knew this was also a kink for me, too.“Can you, um.I don't know.”I felt heat rise to my cheeks, but I continued anyway.“Record it?”
Stefan laughed heartily, pulling me into his body.He laughed and laughed.
And laughed.
“You really are fuckin' perfect for me, Francesca.Fuckin' perfect.”
