She walks out of their bathroom, wearing only her robe. Her hair is done, her makeup is flawless. Her undergarments are laid out on their bed, her dress hanging on the back of their door. He's sitting on the chaise lounge adjusting his cufflinks. He knows she's not the hugest fan of the opera. But he has a plan to make sure she enjoys her time tonight. He figures, she goes to hear people sing at her in Italian for him, he'll do something for her. Like he does every time he drags her out to the Opera.
He stands and walks over to her as she's untying her robe to get dressed. He gently grabs her by the neck as to not disturb her makeup and gives her a breathtaking kiss. She moans when he runs his tongue against her bottom lips. She allows him access and their tongues wrestle for a few moments before he breaks the kiss.
"I have a proposition for you." He tells her reaching into his pocket.
"Oh yeah?" She raises an eyebrow waiting for him to continue. He raises his hand to show her the item he's holding. An ache grows in her lower belly and she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.
He grabs her shoulders and leads her to sit on the edge of their bed. He lowers the robe off her shoulders and then pushes her on to her back unexpectedly. She lets out a gasp that quickly turns into a giggle. He takes one of her nipples into his mouth and works it to a peak with his tongue. He makes small kisses across her chest and repeats his actions on her other breast. He stands back up and places his hands on her knees and then pushes her legs apart. He softly runs his hands up her inner thighs producing goosebumps on her skin. He runs his thumb through her folds, testing her wetness. She arches her back into his hand, trying to get him to touch where she wants most. He chuckles at her, and then slips his thumb into her entrance.
"Oh god." She moans. He spends a few seconds fucking her with his hand, waiting on her breaths to come in pants. When they do, he stops. She groans, even though she was expecting this. It's all part of this game. He gets to see the Opera and she gets edged. And later he will fuck her brains out. She knows that because they have no kids in the house tonight. She made sure of that.
He retrieves the item he was holding just a few minutes. A bright pink wearable Bluetooth controlled vibrator. He slips it inside of her, and adjust it so it's sitting just right against her gspot and clit. The he grabs her hand and brings her back into a sitting position. He gives her a quick peck to the lips.
"Get dressed. We don't want to be late." He then exists the room. She gets up to do so, her pussy clenching around the device waiting for him to turn it on. He doesn't. Not yet.
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They're waiting in line at will call when she feels it come to life. A slow speed, but she has to swallow a moan anyway. Her hand squeezes his tighter and she crosses one foot in front of the other. When she takes a deep breath. The vibration stops.
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This time, they're at the bar getting a couple glasses of champagne. It's a higher speed and she slaps her card hard down on the bar. The bar tender startles and she has to apologize. He chuckles at her, when her voice shakes a tad. But as they're handed their drinks, it's gone as quick as it came.
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She's bored, but it comes to life again. This time the speed coming up and going down in waves. And then going up, and up, and up. And it stays there. Her hands grab the armrest, white knuckling them. She pulls in a deep breath, trying so hard not to come. She feels his breath and her neck as he leans over to her. When her back stiffens… so close, he turns it off. She stifles a groan.
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They are walking hand in hand to the car. It's a low speed. Constant. Her breath speeds up as do her steps. She swears her whole body is vibrating along with it. He opens her door and she falls into the seat. It stops again.
"Oh good Lord." She says under breath.
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He doesn't turn it on, on their drive home. He just runs his hand up and down her thigh. Filling her with anticipation and need. As he talks to her about the meaning of the show, and the artistic choices made. And she listens to him, loving his appreciation for the arts. She offers her input where appropriate. Their conversation easy flowing and fueled with well covered innuendo.
It's on his walk around the car to open her door that it comes back to life. Her head hits the back of the chair. Her eyes slip shut. Her hands wonder over her body absent mindedly. She doesn't cover the moan this time. It comes from her gut.
It stops when he opens the door. He offers her his hand and helps her out of the car. Its then that he gives her a kiss, quick and chaste. She slips her arm into his and he walks them both up to the door. He takes his time unlocking the door as she runs her hands up and down his back.
As soon as they are inside he pushes her back against the front door, kissing her like his life depends on it. His tongue exploring her mouth, and wrestling with hers. His hand running from her thigh up her sides. Her hands wrap themselves in his hair, holding him in place. He pulls away after a few minutes and rests his forehead against hers, his need to catch his breath imperative.
"Night cap?" He asks her, walking into their kitchen. She nods and follows him, kicking off her shoes on the way. She pulls herself up onto the counter, sitting and waiting for him to pour the Bourbon. He hands her, her glass and she takes a long sip. He's running his hands up her sides and around her back. He slowly pulls down the zipper. He pulls the dress from her shoulders, and she sets her glass down beside him so he can fully slip it off. He lips attach themselves to her neck, sucking right behind her ear.
"Should I fuck you right here on this counter?" He whispers in her ear, and she feels a jolt of excitement shoot up her spine. He continues his kisses to her neck, and runs his hands behind her, unclasping her bra. He removes it quickly. He moves kisses down her neck, and takes one of her nipples into his mouth. It doesn't take much for her to let out a loud moan. He moves his action to her other breast before stopping suddenly.
He pulls her down form the counter, and turns her around, bending her over it. He slips her dress the rest of the way down her legs and chuckles, when he sees her lack of panties.
"I didn't want any lines" She tells him, when she hears his laugh. He pulls the toy out of her and before she can groan at the loss, he slips two fingers into her.
"You're so wet." He says fucking her slowly with his hand. She meets his thrust rocking her hips back to meet his hand. She lays her head down on her arm letting out a guttural moan when his thumb slowly circles over her asshole.
"Oh God, Henry" He keeps it up, nice and slow, seeing how much more he can tease her before she asks for it.
"Henry, Jesus, Will you please fuck me already?" She's breathless a few minutes later when she asks. He removes his hand from her and makes quick work of his pants, pulling them down around his ankles.
He guides his dick into her, giving her a few seconds to adjust. Then he thrusts hard, her hips hitting the counter.
"Oh, fuck!" She slaps her hand down. He keeps moving, thrusting into her fast and hard. He runs his hands along her back feeling as she starts to get sticky with sweat. He bends over, kissing between her shoulder blades.
"Jesus." She gasps when he runs his nails down her sides, reaching around to her front. Her runs his fingers softly though her curls, before roughly circling her clit.
"Oh my god. Yes, right there." He keeps going and it doesn't take much longer. She's clenching around him, her breath hitching.
"Faster!" He keeps his trusts the same, but speeds his hand, applying a bit more pressure.
"Fuck, Henry. Fuck Yes!" She's load, and pulsating around him. Her back arches as she goes up onto her tip toes. She clenches around him hard. As her body slips over the cliff. Her brain goes white with fuzz and she lets out a yell from her gut. He follows her not long after, spilling into her. They ride it out together, slowly meeting each other in mini thrusts.
She collapses down onto the counter, and he on top of her, catching their breaths together.
"I love taking you to the Opera." He tells her. And then gives her a small kiss on the neck. He pulls out of her and pulls her up and into his arms.
"I love coming with you." She says, continuing their early innuendo. He laughs.
"Let's go upstairs, give me a few minutes and we'll go for round two." She smiles. God, maybe she really does like the Opera.