It was well after supper.Carlo and Eve had cleaned the kitchen and disappeared upstairs with Giselle.But Nick had stayed on the patio with Stefan and me—drinking and talking.
My head started to spin a little.Not bad, but I'd had a lot of wine.So, I decided to lie down on one of the large chaise lounges.A few minutes later—Nick was beside me.And—well—we started making out.It felt—nice.
And right.
And really, really, really good.
One of his hands was currently undoing the few buttons on my dress, as his other hand was busy sliding up my thigh.
“Tell me, Francesca.”Nick's mouth left mine and kissed down my jaw to my neck.I shivered as he licked his way down.“Tell me how you felt—watching Carlo fuck my wife.Did you like it?”
I didn't answer him.Instead, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the heck out of what he was doing to me.
“Francesca.Did you like watching Carlo fuck my wife?”He stopped kissing my neck and was looking right at me.
We were both already panting.I nodded and answered, “Yes.”
It was obviously the answer he wanted because he smiled.“And did it make you wet?When you watched them—did your tight little pussy get all wet, Francesca?”
Oh.
Nick was good at dirty talk, too.
Just like Stefan.
I glanced over and saw my husband's eyes on me.
On me—and Nick.
“Yes, watching them fuck made me wet,” I answered back truthfully and looked at Nick.
His smile grew.“Good.Did it make you want to touch yourself?”
I opened my mouth—and the rest just tumbled out.“I did touch myself.When I was in the closet.”
Nick didn't hide his surprise.“You did?”
I bit my lip and nodded.
His hand covered my breast over the thin material of my dress.“Here?”he asked, lightly squeezing me.His eyes were fixed on mine.
“Yes.”
I gasped as his fingers meandered down my belly, finally finding their way between my legs.“Here?”he asked, his voice now sounding strained.
Again, I nodded.“Yes, there, too.”
His eyes gazed over my face like he was looking for something.But I had no idea what it was.
“How long did you touch yourself for?”
Nick lightly grazed his fingers over my thong.And it felt really, really, really good.
“A while.Until they came.”
His head tilted slightly.“Why didn't you come, too?”he inquired in a steady, almost cautious voice.
“I did, Nick.I came with them.But they didn't even know.”
