Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
I roll my eyes, guiding her toward the doors.
After standing for what felt like hours of photos and speaking to what seemed like a never ending stream of business related people, we eventually make it to the private box that Alberto, my main man in the Rome office arranged for us. We're seated in plush velvet covered chairs. The opera house is staggering in its size. The walls are lined with private boxes, four high that run in a semi-circle facing the stage. There is then tiered seating and finally ground seating. Everything about the place screams of grandeur, from the gold painted pillars adorning each box, to the elaborate art work depicted on the high ceiling and the thick red carpet that lines all of the walkways.
An ice bucket is on a small table in the corner and a waiter stands rigidly beside it, waiting to assist us with anything we might need. I reach over and take Lilly's hand, holding it to my thigh. The lights dim signalling the start of the performance. The electricity that usually crackles between us seems to intensify in the darkness. My gaze flicks toward her, but I can't make out her features in the darkness.
My whole body seems to thrum with energy, hyper aware and attuned to her presence. Her fingers tighten against my thigh making my cock stiffen, I thread my fingers through hers, stilling her. A soft voice has begun drifting up from the stage, but my mind has blocked it out to mere background noise. I sit rigid and braced trying to calm myself as my cock starts to ache, fighting the urge to just drag her back to the villa right now. How does she do this to me?! I can't even sit alone with her for five minutes without her formidable lure corrupting me to a walking hard on.
I glance up again and in the glow from the stage lighting I can make out the small smirk on her face. Fuck. She knows exactly what she does to me. I reach over and slowly trail my hand up her leg, I can feel the warmth of her skin through the thin silk.
She turns her head and locks me in her gaze, her eyes sparkle in the darkness, the green so bright they're all I can make out. Her stare burns me to the spot, sending red hot desire coursing through my veins until I feel charred and desperate in my painful need for her.
I abruptly stand and hand the waiter in the corner a handful of notes, asking him to make himself scarce for the next half an hour. He obliges and scurries from the box. I lock the door behind him, and sit back down on the chair. Lilly is smiling smugly. She abruptly stands and hitches her dress up to straddle my lap. Her lips meet mine in a near violent gesture and I know then that her need is just as great as mine. I run my hands up her thighs, making her shudder and gasp. I reach the lace edge of her under wear, slipping my finger beneath the lace and into the warm wetness beneath. I moan into her mouth, delighting in her arousal. I slip one finger inside her and her breathing becomes ragged. The music drifts eerily around us, making everything so intense. She rocks against my hand as her fingers grip my hair roughly, her teeth pull at my bottom lip as she groans into my mouth. I have never seen anything so erotic or beautiful.
She suddenly jerks back, ripping open my belt and the fly of my trousers. I lift my hips, allowing her to pull my boxers down enough for my rigid cock to spring free. I grasp the lace at either side of her hips and wrap it around my hands, before tearing it away with one swift yank. Her teeth grate her bottom lip and her eyes flash wildly as the material roughly bites into her soft skin. She abruptly lifts and sinks down onto my cock in one movement. I slam my hand over her mouth, blocking her loud moan. There are people in the boxes either side of us, merely a few feet away. I have no problem being seen in fact it adds to the thrill, but the idea of somebody watching Lilly come bothers me a lot. Plus, I can't imagine what kind of money someone would get if they managed to film this.
Her eyes squeeze shut as she stills on top of me for a moment, I release my hand from her mouth when I’m sure she's gained control. She leans her forehead against mine, breathing heavily and then she begins to move, her hips grinding against mine. “Oh...god." She breathes against my lips. I grip her hips, guiding her movement, holding her as close as possible. The music is climbing in pace and intensity, as are Lilly's movements. She feels so damn good, but it's not enough, I need more of her.