My cock is rock hard, and I mentally thank my earlier self for having the foresight to get a private balcony.

Act II of La Traviata has started, but I’m no longer in the mood to watch it. How I’ve made it this far without ripping Nicole’s dress and freeing those perky tits is beyond me. I must be a fucking saint in the self-control department.

My intentions were pure when we came here. I wanted to give her the experience of a lifetime, the opportunity to see one of Verdi’s operas in one of the most famous opera houses in the country.

Instead, my eyes kept drifting to her, looking so fucking appetizing in that dress. Picking that particular dress out of the others was mistake number one.

Now I just want to see it pooled by her feet on the floor.

I can’t keep my fucking eyes off her, and the desire is overtaking me.

I’ve never fucked in an opera house, but hey—there’s a first time for everything, right?

All of my attention is focused solely on Nicole, who’s giving me her best come hither look. I’ll be damned if it’s not working. The proof is clearly showing in my pants.

Sitting side by side is no longer good enough for me. I take her hand and put it on my rock hard bulge. Leaning over, I whisper into her ear.

“Look what you fucking do to me.”

A coy grin spreads across her face, and I’m momentarily blown away.

She’s gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous.

I don’t know what I did in a past life to deserve her, but whatever it was, it must’ve been fucking fantastic. I have to thank Ryan the next time I see him. Thanks to him being the royal douche he is and deserting his fiancé on their wedding day, I found the best woman to walk this planet.

The sparkles on her dress play well against Nicole’s eyes. She’s glowing—a vision of pure fucking perfection.

“So what do you propose I do about it?” She squeezes my cock and rubs her hand up and down its length, using her fingers to stroke it firmly.

“You vixen, you,” my voice comes out a growl, which is quite fitting because I’m about to fucking devour her. Opera or no opera.

“Hmm…I do think you’ve mistaken me for someone el—”

I cut her off with a passionate kiss, wasting no time thrusting my tongue into her mouth.

Cupping the back of her head, I pull her closer. She eagerly meets my kiss, rubbing my cock harder through the thin fabric of my tuxedo pants.

I groan against her lips. “Fuck, Nicole…”

I grab her bottom lip between my teeth, flicking my tongue over it before capturing her mouth again. My kisses are relentless, the passion consuming me from the inside out.

As our tongues tangle, I slip one hand inside the front of her dress, groping her tit and pinching her nipple. When she gasps, I pinch harder.

Sliding the fabric to the side, I lean down and take her nipple in my mouth while lowering myself to my knees.

Her hand tangles in my hair, and her nails lightly graze my scalp, sending a shiver through my body. Nobody has ever made me feel this good from a single touch.

All the more reason I’m glad she’s mine.

I lean up and kiss her, letting my lips linger for a brief second, then drag my tongue down her neck. My hand is pushing her dress up, exposing her legs.

I work my way down, nipping her collarbone and teasing her nipples before I drop to her legs. She lets out a sultry moan as I kiss the inside of her thigh and slowly make my way up, swirling my tongue around her soft, supple skin.

When I nip her, she thrusts her hips so that her pussy is right in front of me.

“Darling, you’re gonna make me come in my pants if you keep doing that.”

I’m not even kidding. My cock is now throbbing, begging to be released from its confines. Her moans might just be enough to drive me over the edge.

Soon, fella, soon.

I use both hands to spread her legs further open, teasing her with my thumb before burying my face in her pussy. Her lacy black underwear is driving me insane just looking at them.

She’s a sly one, alright. Classy on the outside, hella sexy under the clothes.

I lick her clit through the lace, pushing hard with my tongue. I nibble and suck at her lovebud, which hardens and swells as I move my tongue against it.

I cup her ass, shifting her hips forward to get a better angle.

Using one finger, I pull her panties to the side, immediately slipping my finger inside. Her pussy’s so wet that her juices are running down the palm of my hand, telling me just how turned on she is.

There’s something to be said about doing this in public. What it is, I don’t know, but I’m sure there’s something witty.

“Dante,” she moans my name.

It’s never sounded more beautiful than when she cries it at the height of her ecstasy. I should tell her to be quiet so that nobody hears her, but that would just be denying myself even more fun.

I lap up her juices and prod at her opening with my tongue before gliding it up to her clit, doing lazy circles and occasionally pushing down on it.

Her hands are now working overtime on my head, gripping me tightly as she moans.

Sempre Libera is playing in the background, but the only sounds I clearly hear are the huffs and puffs coming from Nicole.

When she starts moving her hips, I can tell she’s getting close. Not wanting her to hit her release so soon, I decide to tease her a little.

My tongue skirts around her clit, tasting and sucking on her lips.

“Please…” she whispers, and I can’t help but look up at her.

Our eyes connect, and I can see hers are glimmering with tears.

“Feels that good, huh?” I smile at her.

“Yes, please…please don’t stop.”

“As my wife wishes.”

My wife.

I still get a kick out of saying that. I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving the sound of those words. I know I’ll never stop loving her.

I go back to lightly flicking my tongue against her clit. Back and forth, up and down, fast and slow. Her hips start moving in time with my tongue, her hands gripping the back of my head tightly.

Pushing two fingers in, I curl them against her G-spot, simulating her both inside and outside. I can feel her pussy walls clenching around my fingers, and I know she’s close to the edge.

Hell, I’m close to the edge, and this isn’t my number.

Deciding now is the perfect time to let her go—after all the crescendo is just about here—I flick my tongue relentlessly, focusing solely on her lovebud.

Just as the song reaches its finish, so does she, and I can feel the tremors rocking through her.

My tongue keeps moving as she shudders and tries to push me away.

“Dante, please…oh my gooood!”

I pull back and look up at her. “That was good, huh?”

She’s breathing hard, giving me an incredulous look that I can’t help but find super fucking alluring.

Now it’s my turn.

Freeing my cock from my pants, I can feel the pre-cum soaking the tip.

She gives me a look that says Really? We’re doing this here?

That look quickly dissolves into something more carnal as I smack my cock against her pussy. I rub it back and forth against her wetness, letting the tip enter just a little bit then pulling it back out. This draws frustrated groans from Nicole.

“Now, Dante!” She bucks her hips forward.

She sure changed her tune fast.

I love the flushed look on her face as she’s in the throes of desire. I couldn’t be happier that she’s mine.

Smiling my most roguish smile, I look her in the eyes as I plunge in deep.