He rolls my panties down my thighs and over my legs, before flinging them over his shoulder. I laugh and then gasp as he buries his face between my legs. His tongue lashes at my clit while I gasp, my thighs clenching against his head. He growls, his eyes meeting mine as he spreads my legs further apart and slides his tongue inside me.
“I can’t decide whether to make you come on my tongue or on my dick,” he murmurs, raising an eyebrow. He sidles up my body, taking my dress with him until I’m completely exposed from the waist down.
“Why not both?” I grin.
He kisses me roughly. “Because once my cock is done with you, you won’t be able to move for a week,” he smirks.
I giggle and press my lips against his. “Was that what you put on your dating profile?” I tease.
The taste of my sweetness on his mouth stirs up desires I never expected. I ease him off me, then climb into his lap, lifting my dress over my head. He groans when he sees that I’m not wearing a bra.
“These are perfect,” he murmurs, placing his lips over my nipple. I gasp as his fingers kneed my breasts, his eyes on mine as he sucks that nipple stiff. I reach down and lower his zipper, freeing the button on his jeans. He bursts free like a jack in the box, which I find hysterical.
“Are you all right?” he asks, a smirk on his lips.
“You could scare young children with that thing,” I giggle.
He groans and cringes. “Are you trying to kill my erection?”
“Shit, I’m sorry,” I say, stifling a laugh. I’m confident I can get it back, though. I scoot onto the floor and lean down, taking him in my mouth. He leans back on his hands, a groan escaping his lips.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his breathing heavy.
He’s very quickly back to where he was, so I slide my mouth along his length one more time and then climb back into his lap.
“Tease,” he says, narrowing his eyes.
“Then how about you tease me back?” I grin.
My hands around his neck, I bite my lip and lower myself onto his cock. I must have looked nervous because he kisses my neck and tells me to relax. I nod and do my best to let go of all the tension I’m holding onto. I slide halfway down on him, gently rocking myself back and forth. Every thrust sends him a little bit deeper inside me until he’s completely immersed in my pussy.
He groans and grinds against me, one hand on the floor behind him, supporting us, and the other raking through my hair. He leans forward and kisses me, his lips soft and gentle against my mouth. My heart races as his cock drives inside me, the rhythm he’s moving to driving me crazy.
I arch my back and take him in, forgetting about his size. My body shivers as I begin to climax. I gasp, my body convulsing as my pussy contracts around his cock. He groans and jerks forward, his arm snaking around my waist as he thrusts me against him.
He kisses me roughly as he releases, while I dig my nails into his back, his skin clammy against my touch. Out of breath, I roll onto the floor, barely noticing how cold the wooden floor is against my skin. I turn to him, unable to wipe the grin off my face.
Best sex of my life. Not that it had much to compete with.“So, how did you like the last show that will ever be played at the old Princess Theatre?” He grins.
I smirk and sit on the floor with my legs crossed after just having dressed again. The only thing missing were my panties that he was refusing to give back to me.
“I’d give it a ten for originality, and a ten for execution,” I finally answer.
He raises his eyebrows. “That's good. Anything less than a ten and I’d be telling you to ask for your money back.”
I lean forward and kiss him again, amazed at how perfect this night is turning out to be. The only thing missing is food.
“Didn’t you say you were taking me out to dinner?” I accuse.
His eyes widened. “Shit, how did I forget to feed you?” he murmurs. “My cock doesn’t count, right?” I burst into laughter.
“I’m not sure if your laughter is an insult or not, but I'll take it as a compliment,” he grins. He pulls out his phone, and I frown at him, confused.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Ordering a pizza,” he shrugs like it's the most natural thing in the world to him.
I laugh. “Will they even bring it here?”
“Trust me. Up until last week, when I was distracted with you, I was here until nine or ten every night, just working on my design. I ordered a lot of pizza.”