I open my eyes. My skin is buzzing from the simple touch of her fingers. I pull her close to me and waste no more time. I want this woman. All of her.
20
Arabelle
“How often do you get to come to a performance?” Florian asks as he takes his seat.
When I attempt to take my seat beside him, he surprises me by pulling me firmly into his lap.
It’s our first date as a married couple, and I can sense his desire to create a memorable experience for me. I must say no one has ever treated me the way Florian has, and no one has ever been this considerate of what I might like.
We have a private box at the ballet, and outside, Asva, Hugo, and Alrick stand guard to ensure our night remains undisturbed. I’ve noticed the increase in security since our wedding, even though he doesn’t think I have. No matter how much I press him for information about what’s going on, he remains tight-lipped about the reason for all the extra guards, saying that he has everything handled, and it’s nothing that I should be worried about. But I am worried, and I have a hunch it has something to do with his father. Anytime he’s pissed off about anything, it’s about his father.
“I haven’t been to a performance where I haven’t been a part of it since I was a kid. I don’t have time for anything outside of work.”
I squirm in his lap as his erection pushes against my ass. He grips my hips tighter to stop me from moving.
“Well, that changes now, Mrs. Larsson.” He kisses my bare shoulder, then traces his fingers against my skin. “You can’t work all the time.”
I look over my shoulder and smile, feeling a rush of warmth spread across my face at the look he’s giving me. Whenever he addresses me as Mrs. Larsson, I can’t help but feel a flutter of excitement, like a schoolgirl with a secret crush.
“With your empire, I’m sure you’re just as much of a workaholic as I am.”
“Touché,” he says, his voice filled with a deep, smoky resonance, and a fiery intensity is burning in his eyes. “So, I guess it’s something we both need to remedy, then. Less work, more play.”
“I don’t mind playing,” I whisper, and his deep chuckle vibrates around me.
The lights of the theater dim, and a hushed anticipation fills the air, signaling the start of the performance. As his fingers touch my bare arm, a tingling sensation shoots down my spine, leaving me breathless. The atmosphere is so charged, and it’s something I’ve never experienced before. I’m not sure if it’s excitement for the performance or the intimacy Florian and I are sharing.
My choice for the evening is a chic, knee-length black dress that hugs my body to perfection and leaves my shoulders bare. Now, it’s slowly inching up my thighs, giving him the perfect access to my core.
With a smile on my face, I turn my attention to the performance, trying to ignore the need to spread my legs widerso he can reach my pussy. But I don’t know how long I’ll be able to focus on the performance. Florian’s gentle touch has moved from my arm to my inner thigh, sending a shiver down my spine.
Even though the darkness surrounds us, and there’s no way anyone will be able to see us, the thrill of the possibility sends a surge of arousal through me, drenching the black lace panties I’m wearing. I think he knows I enjoy the thrill of being watched, and the ballet offers the illusion of all eyes on us while also providing the cover of darkness.
As his soft lips pepper kisses across my upper back, the fingers of one of his hands tease the hem of my dress, which is pushed above my hips now.
I look over my shoulder and take notice of the intense desire reflecting in his eyes. “Keep your eyes on the performance, Mrs. Larsson,” he whispers, his fingers grazing the curves of my breasts. “You wouldn’t want to miss anything, would you?”
My attention snaps back to the stage, but it’s interrupted by his large hand caressing my breast through the thin fabric of my dress. A faint moan slips past my lips, causing my eyes to flutter slightly.
He pushes the top of my dress down, exposing my breasts to the cool breeze in the theater, which instantly makes my nipples harden.
“Florian,” I moan. The sensation of grinding my hips against his straining erection through his dress slacks causes me to burn with a more intense desire for him.
“Be quiet, Beauty.” He twists and pinches my nipple, and his other hand lightly brushes the fabric covering my heated core. “You don’t want anyone to hear us, now, do you?”
I purse my lips, attempting to stifle the moans and whimpers, but his touch is driving me crazy. I want to feel him deep inside me, stretching me, where I’m so full it’s like I might explode. So, I can’t stop the moans and whimpers.
“Or maybe you do,” he whispers, tracing delicate circles over my clit, the sensation seeping through the fabric of my panties.
“Oh my god.”
“My Beauty isn’t as sweet and innocent as I think she is, which is fine with me if she’s not. Maybe she wants everyone to see my fingers playing with her pretty cunt. You’re so wet. Is that it, baby? You want someone to see me playing with this tight pussy?”
“Florian…please,” I plead, feeling his agile fingers teasing my sensitive spot, causing another surge of desire that saturates my underwear. “I need you.”
“Be more specific, Beauty. Tell me exactly what you need, and I might just give it to you.”
