“I know you're new to all this.But there's a lot to learn.And I think I'm the best teacher for this particular skill.”She grinned at me and then grabbed my hand.We lowered to our knees in front of Nick.“I'm sure Stefan has taught you a few things.But I can take you to the next level.”
I raised my eyebrows and watched her grasp her husband’s already hard cock in her hand.“There's another level to head?”
She laughed and nodded.“Oh, yeah.Now, watch and learn.”Eve pushed Nick into her mouth.
“Fuck,” Nick said, but he didn't close his eyes.He kept them on what his wife was doing.And then—
“Whoa—” I said, not believing what I was seeing.But Eve was taking Nick—right down her throat.
She pulled him out and then offered him to me.“Here, I'll coach you through it.”
I did what she asked and sucked him in.
But no matter how hard I tried—and I tried hard, many, many, many times—I couldn't get him very far down.
“Fuck, I'm going to come,” Nick said as I pulled him out of my mouth for the billionth time.
“Whoops,” Eve said, thinking quickly.She grasped his cock and finished her husband off, swallowing him down as Nick grunted.
Eve pulled him out of her mouth and looked up.“Well, you were no help.How's Francesca supposed to learn like that?”
Nick laughed loudly, then he peered down at me.“I apologize, Francesca.Next time, I promise to hold out longer.It's difficult with two such beautiful, talented women as yourselves.”
Stefan cleared his throat behind us.“I believe I could be your next test subject.”
Eve smiled at me.
And then she started her lesson all over again.
Unfortunately—the same thing ended up happening, and Stefan came before I really got the hang of it.
He didn't seem to mind, though.
7
Francesca
After our extended shower, Nick, and Eve stayed in our bed for a while.But they eventually went back to their own room.
Stefan and I talked for a bit after they left, just holding each other.Then Stefan made love to me—softly and deliciously slowly until he brought us to climax one more time.By then I was too tired to move, and I fell asleep quickly in his arms.
The next morning, my body felt wonderfully—used.I was just about to get up to shower when I heard yelling downstairs.
Stefan sighed underneath my head.“Fuck.I knew it was too good to last.Let me up, Chesca.I better go save my brother from whatever the fuck he did wrong this time.”
I moved away, and he jumped out of bed.I watched his well-muscled body—and his great behind as he walked to the closet.I decided to grab my robe and go see what was going on downstairs.
Stefan came out of the closet, zipping his pants as he walked.His shirt wasn't buttoned, but he looked good.
Really, really, really good.
“You don't have to come down.”He stopped and took me into his arms.“Go back to bed.I can handle this.”He kissed me softly and let his hands graze down my body.“You worked hard last night.”He smirked.“You deserve a rest.”He let me go and sauntered out of our room.
I didn't listen.If there was something I could do—I'd do it.So, I quickly ran to grab my robe and slipped it on.Then I hurried to catch up with Stefan.A few steps into the hallway, I heard Giselle say, “No!You did—not—send the plane back to get her bunnies—again!You have to stop doing that.”
Carlo answered her back, “No, I don't.She's my daughter, too.And if I want to send the plane back for her bunnies, I'll send the plane back for her bunnies!”
“Oh, boy,” I said to myself.
