I hugged him tightly and kissed his chest.I could live here.Forever.Right in this spot.
He was so warm, and strong, and comforting.
“I'll record any fuckin' thing you want me to.”He kissed my forehead.“Any fuckin' thing.”His hands ran over my body.“But first, I'm going to throw you onto your back and show you how fuckin' happy I am you share my—” and then he surprised me by actually throwing me onto my back, “interests.”
I giggled as my body bounced as Stefan skillfully maneuvered over me and—slid—right back in.
“Stefan,” I moaned at the feel of him.Even though he'd only been out of me for mere seconds.And then he started fucking me.
Like, as in—really fucking me.
He pounded his cock into me mercilessly.And I loved every second.
I wasn't quite ready to climax, yet.But I was pretty close.
When suddenly—
Knock, knock, knock.
“What the fuck?”Stefan stopped showing me how grateful he was and stilled.
Knock, knock, knock.
“Fuck me.”He leaned down and kissed me quickly.“Don't fuckin' move.Not one inch.I'm coming right back up here to finish this.”And then he pulled out of me abruptly and jumped off the bed.He found a pair of pants on the floor and slipped them on.Before he walked out, he turned and pointed at me.“Do not move,” he said in his bossiest bossy voice I'd ever heard.
I nodded.“Okay,” I said.And didn't move.
Until he was out the door.Then I scampered out of bed and grabbed Stefan's discarded button-up shirt from yesterday.I slipped it on and started doing some of the buttons up, so I was somewhat covered as I hurried out into the hallway.
Stefan was halfway down the stairs when he looked up to see me.“Get back into bed, Francesca!”he shouted up at me.“Christ, you don't listen.”
And—
I didn't.
I kept rushing down the stairs.
“I'm not kidding, Francesca.One more step, and there will be consequences.”He stared at me sternly.
But that only made me want those—consequences—even more.
“Whatever.”I rolled my eyes and frowned at him.“I'm not lying in your bed naked while someone's banging on the freaking door, Stefan.Don't be ridiculous.”
As I moved to walk around him, he grasped my arm.“Are you calling me stupid?”
I raised my eyebrows as we continued down the stairs together.
“If the shoe fits,” was all I said.
He let out a huff and shook his head at me.“You will be answering for this later.”
I sighed and rolled my eyes again.We were almost at the door now.“You mean in your dungeon?”I loudly emphasized the last word.
“Yes, that's exactly what I mean,” Stefan answered in a no-nonsense kind of way.
“Is that supposed to intimidate me?Because I'm not scared of you spanking me, Stefan.”
I hadn't really timed my last sentence all that well.Because Stefan had already started opening the door when I began saying it.
