There was even a hot tub on the right-hand side of the room.I took off my clothes and laid them carefully over a chair.I left my poor panties on the floor, though.They were soaking wet.Much like I was at the moment.
I pulled the covers down and crawled onto the soft bed.Then I lay down in the middle of it with my legs—spread.
Not long after, Stefan walked in.My eyes looked up and down his naked body.He was just as hard as when I'd left him in the living room.
“Such a good girl, Francesca.I'm impressed with how well you've listened to me.And now,” he got onto the bed and moved between my legs, “I'm going to show you how happy you've made me.”He leaned on his left arm as his right hand disappeared between us.
And.
Then.
He shoved himself inside me in one smooth motion.
We both moaned while he began thrusting—hard—in and out of me.
No warm-up.
No easing in.
Stefan just—went for it.
That wonderful, horrible ache doubled—tripled—
And then—
I couldn't believe it—
I was going to come.
Stefan had hardly been inside of me, and I was already losing control.
“Fuck, I can feel you.You're ready to come.Aren't you?”Stefan asked a question he didn’t need to.Because I was coming.
“Stefan,” I whimpered, holding onto him as he continued his frenzied pace.I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust.I wanted every inch of him.Every time.He took me higher and higher—
Until I started coming all over again.
How could this be possible?How was I coming again—when my first orgasm hadn't even finished?
I yelled out my release, squeezing Stefan's cock as he kept plunging himself into me.
And then—
He thrusted one more time and rammed himself home.
As he started coming, too.
“Fuck, give me your mouth,” he ordered.And I did.
Stefan took my mouth with his, plunging his tongue deep inside, just like he was doing with his cock.
I kissed him, trying my best to keep up while he ravaged my mouth.I whimpered, feeling completely overwhelmed.Like I was about to unravel.But Stefan was there, holding me together.
I continued pulsing around him endlessly, wondering if my orgasm was ever going to stop.It felt like we were here together, locked tight, holding on for dear life.
“Holy fuck,” Stefan said, still kissing me.My arms finally loosened around him, but my legs remained steadfastly in place.He kissed me all over my face—sweet, loving kisses.
“What—” my throat was dry, so I swallowed, “What was that?”I asked, lying here completely dumbfounded.
