Prima

As I finally exploded in the glorious release I’d been craving, my cum shooting into the condom, Clara’s lips pressed hard against mine, building our bond even more intensely.

She was mine.

I was sure of it, and no matter how hard it became, I had absolutely no intention of ever letting her go.

“Wow,” Clara said softly and giggled as we collapsed next to one another in a heap, panting and out of breath. “That was... that was… I don’t even know what that was—”

Smiling, I pulled her in for another deep and passionate kiss before she could say another word. We were both lying naked center stage in a theater I’d only dreamed of ever seeing her actually enter, and I didn’t want this night to end. Much as I wanted to claim Clara, to make her mine, I also didn’t want the conversation to go the other way, fucking up what had been a magical night.

I’d gotten her to return to the craft she loved.

I’d asked her to trust me, to trust herself, and she’d granted that request.

I’d watched her deal with the other dancers with a grace and determination to prove them wrong.

I’d seen her go from sullen to stunning as she’d danced tonight.

I made some smart decisions… and now I was here after having sex with the most wonderful woman on the planet.

She might consider it as her victory, but I was the true winner.

“You were right, you know,” she said softly as I finally came up for breath.

Stroking a golden curl from where it clung to her cheek, I ran my fingers over the silky strand. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to be more specific.”

Giggling, she slapped at my chest. “Arrogant much?”

Reaching down, I tweaked a nipple hard enough to have her cry out even as her smile never wavered. “Watch it, little one, unless you want to pay a penalty.”

My cock started to sit up and take notice as she sexily rolled her hips against me. “I don’t remember reading a single word that stated penalties were to be paid for being honest.”

“That might be, but I assure you, there was at least a line or two stating your boss was the one in total control, so…” Walking my fingers down the plane of her belly until they settled around her clit, I arched my brow and added, “If I state a penalty is owed, then your only response is to say, ‘Yes, sir.’”

Her hands snaked into my hair, and, as she pulled my mouth back to hers, she whispered, “Yes, sir,” then gave a cock-stiffening throaty groan as I closed my fingers around her ultra-sensitive little bundle of nerves and pinched.

The second time was quicker but no less satisfying than the first. Clara’s cry of completion echoed around the theater to be joined by my bellow as I poured myself into the second condom. I wasn’t sure either one of us could have moved if our lives had depended on doing so as we lay splayed naked on the stage. It was several minutes before she stirred beside me, her fingers tracing along the muscles of my chest.

“You never said what I was right about,” I reminded her, not truly arrogant but curious about what she’d meant.

“About being a dancer,” she said with a smile. “You truly have some incredible moves, Mr. Volkov.”

Pleasure flooded through me, and I grinned as I found the strength to pull her up to plant a kiss on lips a trifle swollen from those we’d shared earlier. “Only because I had a partner who can hear the music all around us without a single instrument being played.” With those strains swelling in my head, I kissed her again until at last I pulled away.

“As much as I’d rather stay here with you, I do need to get home to check on my grandmother,” she said, giving a soft sigh.

Call me old-fashioned, but I felt a strong need to do the gentlemanly thing, especially in a case where I’d been rather the opposite a short time earlier. Despite perhaps not always behaving that way before, the desire to do so now was yet another thing separating what I had with Clara from what I’d had with countless other women in my past.

“I’ll take you home.”

She laughed. “No need to bother. I drove here.”

Without thought, I popped my hand against her ass. “Then I’ll walk you to your car.”

She shook her head, rubbed her hand over the spot I’d spanked, and smiled. “I meant that sounds lovely, thank you.”

We stood up, dressing ourselves slowly, but it wasn’t a moment that separated us because we kept smiling at one another and making sweet jokes. When she asked where her panties were, I held up the useless scrap of lace, and she laughed.

“You owe me a pair of panties, Mr. Volkov.”