Chapter 14
Francesca
My eyes fluttered open to see sunlight shining through the windows.
A big, warm hand glided over my behind. “Good morning.” Stefan kissed me on the forehead, and I smiled.
I kissed his chest and lifted my head. “Morning.” He kissed me and squeezed his occupied hand.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked with a smirk on his face.
I nodded and tried to think. “Yeah, the last thing I remember is—” I closed my eyes tightly like that would help me.
But Stefan interrupted my thoughts. “Falling asleep with my cock still inside of you?”
My mouth opened. “Oh, yeah. You tired me out.” I smiled at him. Because he sure had.
I'd given him head. And then he'd given me head.
And then I'd ridden him while he sat in his office chair.
“Well, we did have three sexual encounters, Stefan. That's bound to tire anyone out.”
He shook his head, still smiling. “Four.”
I tilted my head and counted in my head. “Nope. Three.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Four.”
Just in case—I counted again. “Three. I'd remember if there was a fourth.”
He pulled me closer and whispered in my ear, “Not if you were sleeping when I fucked you.”
My poor lower belly didn't know what hit it. I clenched so hard.
“What?” I asked, not fully understanding what he was talking about. How could that be possible?
“It's true. You fell asleep on my cock. Didn't wake up when I started fucking you. Or when I came hard inside of you again.”
A heat rose up and ran through every part of my body. A long, steady ache started between my legs. Just at the thought of what he was saying. “But—” I said stuttering slightly. “How could you have sex with me without me knowing?”
His hand dragged up my back to my shoulder. “You were out. Completely exhausted.”
I wasn't sure I believed him. “You fucked me? While I was asleep?”
Stefan nodded. “I did. And then I carried you upstairs. Are you okay with that?” His eyes scanned my face, but I wasn't sure what he was looking for.
“Can you, um.” I bit my lip, feeling weird about what I was going to ask next. “Can you show me? What you did?”
A big smile spread across his face. “It would be my fuckin' pleasure.” He moved me over and sat up, positioning himself against the headboard. I immediately noticed that he was more than ready to play this game. “Come here. Just like we were last night. After you came all over my cock. Remember?”
Oh, I remembered that part. I'd never forget it. Not in a billion years.
I lifted my leg and straddled him. And then he lined himself with me. I impaled myself on him. It was easier this time. But I still felt full. So full.
“You had your head here.” He patted his chest. I lay on him and snuggled in. Just like I had done last night.
His arms circled me, holding me tight.
“You fell asleep. Just like this. It hardly took any time at all until you were out. And then I kissed your head and called your name. But you didn't answer.”
I cut him off and said, “Do it. I want you to do it exactly the same way you did it last night.” And I did. The more I thought about it—the more turned-on I became.
I felt his lips on my forehead. And then he said a very quiet, “Francesca.”
And just like last night—I didn't answer.
I felt his hands on my hips, but I didn't move. I waited to see what he would do next.
Slowly, inch by inch—he started moving me up and down his long length.
I played along and didn't move.
Not even a little bit.
He continued doing that.
Excruciatingly slow.
But the closeness.
And the realization that what he was telling me was the truth—somehow made it so much hotter.
His heart pounded under my head with the strain of lifting me—and staying as quiet as he could.
If I wanted to—I could help him out and relieve him of his work.
But I wanted to feel exactly what he'd done to me while I was asleep.
A few minutes later—he pulled me tight to him—and I felt his cock jump inside of me as he came. His chest heaved as he silently wheezed, gasping for air.
I tried not to—but I clenched around him. And it felt good. But it didn't relieve my ache.
Then he slowly let go of my hips and wrapped his arms around me.
And.
We just lay there. For long, wonderful moments.
After a while, I finally lifted my head and gazed at him. “You're supposed to show me what you did next? Did you fall asleep?” I looked at him, feeling a bit disappointed that he wasn't doing things exactly how he'd done them last night.
He nodded and pulled my head back down. “I did. Fell asleep with my cock buried deep inside of you, Francesca. And you didn't even know.” He sighed and let out a small yawn.
I bit my lip and lifted my head. “Um, okay. For how long?” I asked, wondering how long I was supposed to just sit here with Stefan inside of me.
He shrugged and yawned again. “I don't know,” was all he said.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Seriously? You must have some idea. Like,” I peered over at the windows, “an hour?” I exaggerated to make a point.
Instantly, he nodded and then again pulled my head back down. “Yeah, something like that.”
Oh.
My.
Gosh.
Stefan fucked me while I was sleeping.
Then he came inside me—while I was still sleeping.
And then—
He held me—while his cock was still hard inside me?
Just.
Held me?
My heart squeezed so tight it pounded erratically inside my chest.
I lifted my head again and held his eyes with mine. “Why did you do that?”
He tilted his head and asked, “Fuck you while you were sleeping?”
I shook my head. “No—but, yes. You can tell me that after. But now I want to know why you held me for an hour.”
His eyes narrowed slightly as his mouth opened.
“Because I love you, Francesca. And I'd just come inside of you three times.
I was fuckin' tired. And you were all,” his eyes traveled down to my chest and back up again, “soft, and warm. And also exhausted from all the orgasms I gave you.” His hands touched my shoulders and then ran down my arms, giving me goosebumps.
“So, yeah, I held you like this for a long time. Because I wanted to. And it felt good.”
Oh, gosh. This man was making me fall more and more in love with him each second.
“And to answer your other question,” he sighed and yawned again, “I have no fuckin' idea what possessed me to fuck you while you were sleeping. But once the idea popped into my head, I went with it.”
That was a lot. But also—for some reason—I wanted to know more. “And when you've done this with other women, did you hold them, too?”
He started laughing. So hard that my body shook like crazy on his lap.
“Francesca, I've never fucked anyone while they slept. This is all new to me.” His hands cupped my cheeks, and he pulled me in for a kiss. “You seem to be unlocking new kinks in me.” He grinned and took my lips in a delicious kiss.
My poor heart couldn't take the knowledge that he'd done something with me that he'd never done before.
That I could give him something like that.
Suddenly, he stopped the kiss and moved back a bit. “Are you okay with me doing that? Fucking you while you're asleep?”
His cock jerked inside of me—and that told me this was definitely a kink for him.
I smiled and moved in to kiss him. “I'm okay with it. But next time you do that—” I touched my forehead to his. “Can you maybe—um,” I stumbled over my words.
“What? Can I do what?”
And it was then I knew this was also a kink for me, too. “Can you, um. I don't know.” I felt heat rise to my cheeks, but I continued anyway. “Record it?”
Stefan laughed heartily, pulling me into his body. He laughed and laughed.
And laughed.
“You really are fuckin' perfect for me, Francesca. Fuckin' perfect.”
I hugged him tightly and kissed his chest. I could live here. Forever. Right in this spot.
He was so warm, and strong, and comforting.
“I'll record any fuckin' thing you want me to.” He kissed my forehead. “Any fuckin' thing.” His hands ran over my body. “But first, I'm going to throw you onto your back and show you how fuckin' happy I am you share my—” and then he surprised me by actually throwing me onto my back, “interests.”
I giggled as my body bounced as Stefan skillfully maneuvered over me and—slid—right back in.
“Stefan,” I moaned at the feel of him. Even though he'd only been out of me for mere seconds. And then he started fucking me.
Like, as in—really fucking me.
He pounded his cock into me mercilessly. And I loved every second.
I wasn't quite ready to climax, yet. But I was pretty close.
When suddenly—
Knock, knock, knock.
“What the fuck?” Stefan stopped showing me how grateful he was and stilled.
Knock, knock, knock.
“Fuck me.” He leaned down and kissed me quickly.
“Don't fuckin' move. Not one inch. I'm coming right back up here to finish this.” And then he pulled out of me abruptly and jumped off the bed.
He found a pair of pants on the floor and slipped them on.
Before he walked out, he turned and pointed at me.
“Do not move,” he said in his bossiest bossy voice I'd ever heard.
I nodded. “Okay,” I said. And didn't move.
Until he was out the door. Then I scampered out of bed and grabbed Stefan's discarded button-up shirt from yesterday. I slipped it on and started doing some of the buttons up, so I was somewhat covered as I hurried out into the hallway.
Stefan was halfway down the stairs when he looked up to see me. “Get back into bed, Francesca!” he shouted up at me. “Christ, you don't listen.”
And—
I didn't.
I kept rushing down the stairs.
“I'm not kidding, Francesca. One more step, and there will be consequences.” He stared at me sternly.
But that only made me want those—consequences—even more.
“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes and frowned at him. “I'm not lying in your bed naked while someone's banging on the freaking door, Stefan. Don't be ridiculous.”
As I moved to walk around him, he grasped my arm. “Are you calling me stupid?”
I raised my eyebrows as we continued down the stairs together.
“If the shoe fits,” was all I said.
He let out a huff and shook his head at me. “You will be answering for this later.”
I sighed and rolled my eyes again. We were almost at the door now. “You mean in your dungeon?” I loudly emphasized the last word.
“Yes, that's exactly what I mean,” Stefan answered in a no-nonsense kind of way.
“Is that supposed to intimidate me? Because I'm not scared of you spanking me, Stefan.”
I hadn't really timed my last sentence all that well. Because Stefan had already started opening the door when I began saying it.
Whoops.
Stefan glared at me.
But only for a moment.
Because as he opened the door—
Nick, Eve, Giselle, Carlo—and all their kids—stood there.
“Umm,” Giselle said with a wary smile on her face, “surprise.”
Hello family!!
What’s going to happen now that everyone has decided to crash the honeymoon???
Go read Vows of Devotion (book 7) by Jessa York to find out!!