Nick nodded.“I'll be gentle with your wife.I promise I'll take good care of her.You know that.”
Stefan cleared his throat.“Of course I do.I wouldn't let you fuck my wife if I wasn't absolutely sure you'd treat her well.Go ahead and start.I can see how wet her pussy is from here.I don't think it will take her long to come.”
Nick did what he was told and crawled onto the bed, in between my legs.
He lowered himself down and kissed me.
So.
So.
So sweetly.
“I've wanted to do this with you for a very long time.”He kissed my lips, and then down my neck to my breasts.He teased my nipples until I was writhing underneath him, looking for any kind of contact I could find.
“Do you want my best friend’s cock inside you, Francesca?”Stefan's voice floated over to us.He was still watching.And waiting.
“Yes,” I answered him back instantly.
“Then tell him that, so he knows.”
“Nick, I want your cock inside me, please,” I told him as he sucked my nipple into his mouth.His tongue swirled around, making me moan.
He let my nipple go and said, “Anything you want, Francesca.”His hand disappeared between us, and I felt him—right there.He pushed in slowly.
Just a bit.
“Eyes on me, Francesca,” Nick said as he pushed in.
A bit more.
And then more.
And then even more.
“Oh, Nick,” I said when he was almost all inside of me.“You feel so good,” I said, panting even though he hadn't even started fucking me yet.
“Not as good as you,” he said, also having difficulty catching his breath.Another moment later, he was fully inside.
And then—
He started moving.In and out.
Slowly.
Gently.
His eyes keeping watch on my face as he did so.“Are you okay?”he asked and kissed my lips.
“Yes, Nick.I'm good.”I kissed him back.He was so caring and kind.
“You'll tell me if it gets too much?”
Oh, my heart.He was too nice.
I smiled against his mouth and nodded.“I'll tell you.”
And then—Nick Rosetti began fucking me.And it was even better than I thought it would be.I held onto his back as he moved in and out of me.He felt so good.
