His cock is grazing my pussy, and all I want is for him to put it in already.

But Dante, being the tease he is, is pulling out again already.

“Dante…please…just do it…” I moan, finding it difficult to string a coherent sentence together.

But apparently he’s got his own agenda and just rubs his throbbing cock back and forth.

He’s a tease. A real tease.

“You’re killing me…” I whisper huskily against his lips.

“Death by orgasm?” he chuckles against my mouth. “I can’t recall ever having heard of such a case in the news. And trust me, it would have made the news.”

Seriously? What the fuck was he babbling on about?

All I want is to feel that juicy delicious bit of meat in me. I’m trying absolutely everything to help him delve into me again. He needs to fill the void in my pulsing pussy.

Only he can do that. And I’m not talking about his fingers or his tongue.

I want his cock.

I lift my hips, balancing my ass on the chair to avoid toppling over. With our history, that’s definitely not out of the realm of possibilities.

The last thing we need is an usher rushing into the room because of a loud clatter. We’d likely be banned from all of Rome. It must be too much for him to bear, because he takes me by surprise when he thrusts all the way in at once.

Finally.

“Ah!” I gasp, rising to meet him.

He grabs me by the waist and flips our position so that now I’m straddling him.

“Hello, beautiful,” he smirks, kissing me softly.

I adjust myself and groan as he starts thrusting. They’re shallow at first, as we get used to the position, but then he starts going all out.

The thrusts are getting harder and faster, and I can feel his cock pulsing in me.

He’s that close already?

I look down at him, and I can see it in his face that he’s ready to come. His brow is furrowed, and his mouth is open, breathing heavily. He buries his head in the crook of my neck, panting hard as he does.

With a hard thrust, he pulls my hips to his, and I feel him come inside me. His body shudders beneath mine.

“Feel good?” I mime his words back at him, smiling.

“Hmm,” he hums, still resting his head on my shoulder. His shoulders heave as he tries to catch his breath.

“That was quick,” I laugh.

“It’s your fault…you drive me absolutely fucking crazy with desire. I’ve been dying to get you out of that dress since before you put it on.”

“Mmmm,” I murmur against his mouth before kissing him. It starts out slow but grows deeper and more passionate. “Technically, I’m still in it.”

“And I’m in you.”

“Touché!” A giggle escapes me.

He’s still hard inside me, and I decide to see what his reaction would be if I start rocking back and forth.

“Christ…”

I feel his hands grab my hips, and he starts grinding along with me.

“Mm, Dante…that feels so good.”

He pulls me into a hard kiss.

I can feel the heat building as his cock rubs against my G-spot, bringing me to the brink for the second time.

Eager to find that release, I grind harder and engage my Kegel muscles to grip him tighter.

“Agh…” Dante pulls my body against his, sucking on my neck and collarbone as our movements grow more intense. “Keep doing that.”

The feel of his hot tongue on my neck and his hot cock in me makes me come undone all at once. I throw my head back, arching my back and screaming as I climax.

Fortunately, the music is loud enough to mask my sounds. I look around anyway for signs that someone heard me, but from what I can see, nobody’s paying me any mind.

Not that I would stop myself if they did see me.

I lean against Dante’s chest before attempting to get up. Maybe we could actually see the finale.

“No, not yet, I’m not done with you.” He spins me around and enters me from behind, pushing me up against the balcony wall.

His thrusts are rough but slow. He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in.

I squeal as he smacks my ass with a loud clap, and I can hear him laughing behind me.

“I wanted to try that at least once.”

Incorrigible man.

He picks up the pace, driving relentlessly into me, before pulling me down on his lap in a reverse cowgirl position.

“Your turn.”

“Quitter,” I giggle.

I put my hands on his thighs and start to move.

One hand on my waist keeps me steady, while the other gropes my tit.

“God, Nicole…” he groans against my back, “you’re so fucking incredible.”

I can feel the burn in my thighs as I move faster, riding him as though he’s a bucking bronco and I’m trying to hold on for dear life. There’s no way I can tame this wild horse. All I can do is go along for the ride.

His cock reaches all the way inside me, making me moan over and over. My voice is so thick and lusty that I don’t even recognize it.

He stands up to push in deeper, pushing me flat against the door to the room. Hooking one of my legs over his arm, he thrusts up roughly.

“So good…” he whispers in my ear, “so fucking good. I’m gonna come soon.”

“Me, too.”

He’s growing thicker inside me now, holding my hips tight to his pelvis.

“Uhhhhh…” I hear him moan before he bites down on my back. The quick burst of pain quickly gives way to pleasure as my orgasm builds.

As the song finishes, so do we.

Our bodies melt into one another for a big finale.

We are one.

I wish we could stay like this forever.

He finally pulls out of me and tucks his cock back into his pants. The bulge in his pants tells me he wants more, and I marvel at his stamina.

I smooth out his tuxedo jacket and fix my dress so that it looks presentable. My hair is probably a lost cause, but I try to tuck in stray bits as best as I can without a mirror.

He collapses in one of the chairs, pulling me in for a kiss.

I cradle his face in my hands, pecking him on the nose.

I really do love this man.

“So…” he smirks, “how was your first opera experience?”

I can’t help but burst out laughing. Does he really have to ask?

I didn’t get to see one complete act, but I don’t really care. There’ll be plenty of times in the future for us to go to the opera together.

“Incredible. Let’s do it again sometime.”

After all, now that I’ve had a taste, I’ll definitely need to do it again.

He stands up and holds out his arm. I take it.

The afterglow is so strong tonight I take barely any notice of the magnificent architecture of the building. I decide we’ll definitely have to do this again sometime, but with more focus on the Opera.

“Shall we go, my wife?”

The pride in his voice is unmistakable. My heart flutters at his words. He opens the curtain so we can exit our private balcony.

“Where to, my husband?”

I try and sound obedient and subservient with a mischievous smile around my lips.

“Wherever you want to go.”

My brow furrows, and I shoot him a sideways glance as I pretend to consider my options.

“How about back to the hotel?”

“Back to the hotel it is, my love,” he kisses my hand as we walk out into the cool night air.

The flame in my belly is still burning brightly.

Who knows—maybe we’ll go for round three back at the bridal suite.