Chapter 3
Francesca
By the time I'd showered, dried my hair, and put on minimal makeup, Stefan walked into the bedroom. Just as I was stepping into the closet.
“I'm sorry. I didn't know she was coming. Or I would have tried to talk her out of it,” he started explaining while he followed me into the closet.
I giggled and kept walking. “That's why she said she didn't call first.” Stefan's mother was a straight shooter. Some people might find that annoying and abrasive. But I liked people like her. You always knew where you stood. No fake, phony crap.
She'd insisted we sit down on the patio for a while and chat. Luckily, she didn't ask any of the hard, icky questions. Like, why her son and I got married in the middle of the night and secreted off to Italy.
She asked how our trip was and if her son was behaving himself.
I thought that it was very kind of her to avoid the sketchy parts of why we were here.
Anyway, after about ten minutes or so, she ordered me to go clean up and meet her in the kitchen.
I stood in front of my part of the closet. I wasn't sure what to wear. Something comfortable enough to cook in. But not sloppy. I wanted to make a good impression.
“My brother likely called her. Even though I specifically asked him not to.”
I looked at him over my shoulder and grinned. “Actually, it was Elio and Olga. They told her about our visit to their store. And then your mother called Carlo and gave him an earful.”
His eyebrows rose as he nodded. “Ah. Okay. That makes sense.”
I turned back to the rows of clothing and hemmed and hawed over what to wear.
“There's something you should know. Something I haven't told you. It'll come up,” he sighed, “and my mother will think something's off if you don't know already.”
When I turned around, he was leaning against a dresser. His arms were crossed, and his eyes were focused on the closet floor.
I wandered up to him. “What is it?”
His gaze traveled up my towel-covered body to my face. “My father died a while back. It's nothing fresh or new. But they were married forever. And if you didn't know that she'd think it was weird.”
I bit my lip and felt a deep stinging behind my eyes. Which was ridiculous. I didn't even know the man. There was no way I should be crying for him.
“I'm sorry, Stefan.” I didn't ask him why he hadn't shared that with me sooner.
He had his reasons.
We all had our reasons for things we did—or didn't do.
And I wasn't mad at him, or even disappointed. Not at all.
But I was sad for him. And Carlo. And especially his mother.
“Thank you. He was—” Stefan started saying before he cleared his throat. Probably getting choked up from emotion.
I moved forward into him and laid my head against his chest. “You can tell me about him later. Okay?”
He let out a long breath and circled his arms around me. “I love you.”
I lifted my head and looked up into his eyes.
His wet eyes.
And that broke my heart.
So—I lifted up on my toes and kissed him.
“I'm going to get you all dirty,” he muttered against my mouth.
“I hope so,” I whispered with a smile. And then I stepped back and undid my towel, letting it drop to the floor.
Stefan's eyes dragged all over my body. “Fuck.”
That only made me smile wider. I knelt down in front of him and reached for his belt buckle.
“No.” His hand covered mine, and he shook his head.
I nodded and began opening his belt. “Yes, Stefan,” I said in a sultry voice. “Let me please you. I want to make you feel good.” The look of lust on Stefan's face didn't surprise me. But the wetness dripping between my legs did. Just the thought of what I was about to do instantly excited me.
“You'll have to teach me, though. I've never done this before.” His chest rose and fell faster and he nodded.
Then he removed my hands from his pants and unzipped them. With one hand, he pulled himself out of his boxer briefs. And with the other, he grasped the back of my head. “Open, Francesca.”
Muscles that I didn't know existed suddenly clenched in my lower belly—causing an almost-instantaneous orgasm. “Lick it.” Stefan's voice was controlled, and he was definitely back to being bossy again. “Lick the head.”
I did what he asked, tasting a salty drop right at the tip.
“Fuck,” he said, nearly panting now. “That's good. Now open wider.” I obeyed and opened for him.
“Eyes on me, Francesca.” I peered up as he slid further into my mouth.
His heady, musky scent hit my nose as he filled my mouth with his cock.
He stopped short of hitting the back of my throat.
And then slid out. “That's right,” he said.
“Take me as deep as you can.” I moved along his length as he slowly pushed himself in and then pulled himself out.
“Touch your breasts.” He gulped and swallowed loudly.
I brought my hands to my breasts and cupped them.
“Play with your nipples. Make them hard.” On demand, I pinched my already hard nipples as he watched intently.
I didn't think it was possible, but he grew even bigger and harder in my mouth.
“Fuck, Francesca. You have no idea how good that fucking feels.” His excitement increased mine by a billion percent.
I drew my thighs together and clenched tighter.
A few minutes later, he said, “I'm going to come all over your tits. Hold them up for me, Francesca.” Stefan quickly pulled out of my mouth with a pop and leaned back slightly, hand on his cock. I did what he asked and held my breasts.
And braced.
“Fuck, yes. Just like that. Fuck me.” His chest heaved as he stroked himself and hissed as his orgasm finally hit him.
And then it hit me—all over my breasts. Warm, creamy fluid shot out in long streams, covering my chest. Stefan's eyes seemed almost mesmerized with what he'd done.
He stared for a bit—and then smiled. “You're a fast learner, wife,” he said, still trying to catch his breath. “I knew you would be.”
I grinned back at him, happy I'd pleased him like I'd wanted to. The evidence of that was currently dripping down my skin.
I tried to stand up, but Stefan said, “No. Not yet.” Then—he knelt down—and kissed me.
His hot mouth devoured mine in a passionate kiss.
That only intensified that growing ache between my legs.
“Lay back, wife. I want to thank you now.” And that was exactly what he did.
He lay me back on the soft, plush carpet.
Then he spread my legs. His eyes looked me over for a long while.
I could only imagine how wet I was down there.
When his gaze finally dragged up my torso and to my eyes, he said, “I'm going to enjoy this more than you are.” And then—his mouth was—on me.
“Stefan,” I gasped, digging my fingers into his hair. Yes, he'd done this to me before.
But not like—this.
He ate at me like he was possessed—unable to get enough.
Gone was the slow, gentle, patient Stefan.
And he was replaced with a ravenous, hungry Stefan.
At one point, I tried to push him away. It was all just—too much. Too fast.
But he refused and kept at me.
A moment or two later—I saw stars.
He sucked me into his mouth and—
“Oh,” I breathed out as his finger entered me. “Stefan, yes.” I wasn't exactly sure what he was doing down there—but whatever it was—it was complete perfection.
I yelled out my release, “Stefan!” Instead of backing off, he pressed forward, meeting my orgasm with the same amount of fierceness.
And it was—
Perfection.
My mind was completely blown.
I never knew pleasure like that existed.
Finally, when the last of my pulsing ended—he looked up and smirked—his mouth shining with my release. “Oh, wife. We are going to have so much fun together.”