13. Francesca

13

FRANCESCA

He easily lifts me off the couch, like I weigh nothing and continues to hold me as he makes his way down the hallway to his bedroom. He kicks open the door and sets me on the king-size mattress.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this. Wanted you," Theo says as he stands in front of me with the sweatpants not hiding his desire.

"Are you wearing anything under those sweatpants," I ask with a grin.

He holds his finger up and gives the come here gesture. "Why don't you come over here and find out."

I rise from the bed and stand before him.

"Let's take these jeans off first." He reaches for me, unfastens the snap, unzips the zipper, and slowly pulls the jeans down my legs. I kick them aside.

My white, lacy panties make him lick his lips.

"Your turn." He points to the sweatpants, his manhood standing proud but confined in the tight cotton garment.

I slip my fingers into the waistband and pull the sweatpants to his ankles. His hard-on springs free. I swallow hard.

Maybe Tonya knew what she was talking about. Maybe that's why he's called Moose because he's definitely hung like one.

I get down on my knees.

"Oh, baby," he whispers and runs his fingers through my hair. "You don't have to do this."

"I want to."

I can barely fit him in my mouth. He's huge, but I tease his tip with my tongue and wrap both my hands around his girth. I get into a steady rhythm of giving this man pleasure.

His dick twitches and he pulls me to my feet. "Whoa. That's enough baby, or this will be over before it even starts."

He positions me on his bed, dragging my panties down my legs slowly. He dips a finger in. "You're soaked."

"You do that to me."

He climbs on top of me and buries his face in my neck. "I'm going to put my tongue on every inch of you."

"Yes, please."

He chuckles.

As promised, he feasts on every inch of my body. Every. Freaking. Inch.

This man knows his way around a woman's body. No doubt. I've already had one orgasm and he isn't even in me yet. I was lucky to even get one with Jesse.

"You're so responsive," he whispers in my ear as I shatter for the second time. "Good girl."

He reaches into his nightstand drawer and pulls out a condom. He slides it down his length and enters me. I suck in my breath.

He's huge.

"Am I hurting you?" He rubs his fingers gently on the sides of my breasts.

"No, you've just got a lot going on down there."

He smirks. "I'll take that as a compliment. Just relax. We'll go slow."

My body stretches to accommodate him and once his strokes are smooth, he closes his eyes, to relish the feeling of our connection.

He groans. "You feel so good. I wish I'd last all night."

"Mmmmm…"

"Are you close?"

"Me?" I let out a nervous laugh. "Don't worry about me. I'm not usually too successful with this part. You already gave me two. I'm good. Honestly."

"No." He shakes his head. "Ladies first. I won't finish until I see you do your thing."

My heart pounds. I've never had anyone concerned whether I got to —as he said— do my thing. The few others I've been with either couldn't last past a few pumps or they didn't care. They just figured if I got my rocks off during foreplay that this time was meant for their pleasure.

"Just relax, baby," Theo coos. "Just concentrate on how good this feels."

Theo angles himself a little differently and speeds up. He's hitting an untouched area inside of me. He's like an explorer discovering a new frontier.

"Ohhh." I let out a small whimper. "Oh…oh…oh…I'm gonna come."

One more pump is all it takes, and I fall apart like a cheap tent. I wrap my legs around him as my body convulses and I swear I lose my vision for a split second.

What if I have a stroke? What if my obituary reads that I passed away having the best sex I've ever had?

He groans. "I can't hold it, baby." He drives into me a few more times which strengthens my release, and we finish in a simultaneously orchestrated mess of whimpers, moans, and groans of pure pleasure and delight.

He pulls out of me. "You're beautiful." He wipes his mouth with his hand. "You do your thing?" He gives me a smirk and kisses my forehead.

I chuckle. "You have no idea."

Theo

After I dispose of the condom, I climb into bed and lay on my back. Francesca wiggles her naked body to my side. The sweet scent of vanilla fills the room.

I'm never going to be able to get her out of my head.

She snuggles into me, and we lay silently as dusk makes its way over the Colorado sky.

"How'd I do," I ask with a chuckle.

"Mmm." She kisses my chest. "You definitely knew your way around." She uses her tongue on my neck. "Didn't need a map."

"I just tried to please you… you know, reading your signals, paying attention to what you were enjoying."

"I don't want this to go to your head, but that was phenomenal."

He lets out a little whistle. "Oh, phenomenal, huh?" He kisses my temple. "I'm only just getting started with you. We have all night, you know."

"I thought you were planning to sleep on the couch." She teasingly pokes me in the rib.

I sit up in bed and start to swing my legs over the edge. "Okay, I guess I better go."

She squeals and grabs me. "Hey, get back in here. You're not going anywhere."

I get back into bed and turn to face her. Our foreheads touch.

She runs her hand down my chest and between my legs. I'm hard again.

"Oh my," she whispers. "Looks like you're ready for round two."

"I'm always ready, baby. I was born ready."

She rolls to her other side, so my front is to her back. Confusion hits me for a second when I think she's rolling away from me until she grinds her ass into my dick. I reach behind me and grab a condom off the nightstand. She props her leg over my hip and lines us up.

"I'm on the pill," she whispers. "If you're clean?—"

"I'm clean. I was just?—"

I barely get the words out and I let out a growl when she grips me and guides me into her wetness.

Making love to this woman is something so unlike the times with other women. And it's not just the fact that we're not using a condom, it's more like we're making a connection. An emotional connection. It's more than just an act to fill a physical need, but an understanding between a pair of souls.

"Oh shit." I grab her hips and she helps me find a rhythm as I drive myself into her pussy.

In and out.

My eyeballs roll into the back of my head as she gyrates that ass around my hardness.

"Don't stop." She sucks in a breath. "Please don't stop."

"Not." I thrust. "Stopping." I thrust.

"Please," she begs. "Please find that same spot from earlier." She whimpers. "Yes, that spot. Right there."

A few more thrusts and she lets out a loud cry as the walls of her grip me. I continue thrusting until the grip around my dick releases.

"So good," she says as we continue our thrusts.

I can barely hold myself back. She feels too good and I can feel her walls as they tighten again.

"I'm coming again. Oh my gosh."

I can't stop myself. I groan and spill into her.

We catch our breath as I pull out of her and roll onto my back. I put my hands behind my head. "Holy shit, woman."

She turns to face me and laughs lightly. "I agree."

I pull the covers up around us and we snuggle into each other.

She takes a deep breath and lets it out. We lay in companionable silence for a few minutes.

She looks up at me. "Do you love hockey?"

I chuckle. "Do I love hockey?"

"Yes, do you? Did you always know you wanted to play?"

"I'm passionate about the game, yeah." I rub my fingertips up and down her bare back. "I've been playing since I was young. First, I learned how to ice skate…perfected that and then Dad put us —me and my brother— into hockey." I turn to her. "Did you always know you wanted to be a doctor?"

She brushes some loose hair off her face. "Yes. Well, not necessarily a doctor —and I'm not officially a doctor— I'm a physician's assistant." She bumps her ass into my hip. "But anyway, I always knew I wanted to be in health care. A doctor or a nurse. I had supportive parents. My dad always said I should follow my dreams and I could do anything I set my mind to. My parents are great. My dad was like that with all of us." She runs her fingers down my chest and traces my tattoo. "What about you? Your dad must have believed in you if he put you in hockey at such a young age."

I swallow hard. "It was kind of his dream, I guess. Having a son make it big in the sport."

"I bet your parents are so proud of you." She kisses my cheek, just below the stitches. "What about your mom though? I can't imagine my little boy going off to do such a physical sport like hockey."

"My mom wasn't around for much of it. She left when I was in first grade."

"Oh? Your parents divorced."

I nod. "Eventually they did, but my mom left us with Dad, and she moved away. Didn't come back. I actually haven't seen her or heard from her since she left."

I swallow hard as I picture Theo as a little boy, lost without his mother. I think of my own family —my own mother— and how close we are, and this is heartbreaking. She left Theo and his brother with their father and her actions have definitely had an impact on her son's entire life.