He chuckled and raised his eyebrows.“You have no idea how happy that makes me, Francesca.”Then he kissed me.
Deeply.
When he removed his hands from me, I whimpered and frowned.
“Don't worry.We'll continue upstairs.”He reached down for my hands and pulled me up.My head was still a little dizzy.
“Bring the wine,” he said to Stefan as we walked by the table.Stefan nodded and stood to follow us.
My lower belly clenched deliciously.The thought of doing what we did last night—and this morning—all over again excited me.A lot.
Once we were in our bedroom, Nick started kissing me.His hands roaming my body.He finished undoing the buttons on the front of my dress and slipped it over my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.He helped me step out of it and then his eyes took a minute to look me up and down.“Christ, Francesca.You are stunning.Absolutely stunning.”
Stefan walked in but didn't close the door behind him.Which I thought was a little odd.But whatever.
“I agree.My wife is definitely stunning.”Stefan set the glasses down on the dresser and poured wine into each one.Then he walked over to us.
“Here, Chesca.”He handed me a glass.And then he gave one to Nick.
“To a beautiful evening.”Nick raised his glass.“And an extremely fun one.”
We all smiled at that and clinked glasses.
I knew I'd had more than enough wine.But it tasted so good.And I loved how tipsy I felt.So—I drank half of the glass pretty quickly.Stefan drank and then stepped over to me and touched my back while he leaned down for a kiss.His tongue found mine, and he sighed, kissing me deeply.He tasted of the wine we'd been drinking.It was a dry, white wine, with a hint of peach.
After he finished our kiss, Nick stepped closer and placed his hand on my upper back—and kissed me, too.Nick tasted like the wine, too.We'd been kissing for a while outside.And I was ready to move on to whatever he had planned.
“I love this bra,” Stefan said, his hand cupping my breast.I moaned into Nick's mouth as Stefan's fingers grazed over my hard nipple.
Nick finished our kiss and gazed down at my chest.“It is beautiful.”Nick's hand covered my other breast, and he swiped his thumb over my nipple.He looked at me.“Let's finish our wine so we can move on to the next part of the evening.Shall we?”
I nodded eagerly and brought the glass to my lips.I started drinking, and so did the men.Nick's index finger touched the bottom of my glass and tipped it up slowly.He gave me a devilish smirk.“Oh, Francesca.We're going to have such fun together.I can hardly wait.”
Stefan took our glasses when we were done and placed them on the dresser.He was back before I knew it and stepped behind me.Before I knew it, his hands were undoing my bra.It went slack over my shoulders.Nick pulled it off the rest of the way.His hands touched my breasts, and he stared into my eyes.“Do you even realize how beautiful you are?”He looked at me in awe.And I was just drunk enough to accept his compliment without a fight or opposition.Nick clearly wanted me.No one forced him to make out with me outside or bring me upstairs to bed.And I wanted him, too.
He knew that.
I gasped as Stefan's fingers slowly pulled my thong down my legs.
Yeah.
This was really going to happen.
Again.
Nick kissed me while Stefan undid my sandals and helped me out of them—and my thong.
Nick stopped our kiss and turned my head to Stefan—who was at my side, ready to take my lips.His kiss was more insistent now.He was undoing the buttons on his shirt at the same time—and I wondered if he was going to fuck me first tonight.While Nick watched.
Hmm.
“On the bed, Francesca.In the middle,” Stefan said against my lips.
“Okay,” I whispered, making him smile at me.
I turned to see that Nick had already pulled back the covers for me.
For us.
