Page 4 of Opening Night in the Sound Booth

Once we’re panting and she’s got my shirt pulled off, she turns her back to me, lifts her heavy skirts to her waist, and leans over the soundboard. “We better hurry. There’s not much time left in intermission.”

Of all the times I pictured having sex with Heather, this image was the one I fantasized about most. That damn renaissance costume yanked up with her round ass on full display. Here she is, handing me my deepest desire on a platter.

I’m speechless. Breathless, too.

I push my pants all the way down, drag my hands up the back of her thighs, and spread her cheeks, revealing her puckered back hole. “Is this on your list, beautiful?”

Her pulse jumps. I can see it throb at her neck as she nods.

I smile. "That's not for tonight. But I'll happily check it off your list one day." I drag my cock between her legs, covering myself in her arousal and rubbing against her clit. “It’s going to be very fun exploring this list of yours.”

“Mmhmm.” She pushes back, tilting her hips, and changing the angle so that the next time I drag my cock forward, it notches at her entrance.

I pause, sweeping her curled hair off her shoulder and checking in with her. “Ready?”

Her nod is vigorous, but there’s an edge of nervousness, like she wants to get this over with. I can understand that, considering what I’ve heard about how it can hurt the first time, but I want to savor every second.

And I want to make her feel good.

We only have a few minutes left in intermission, but she’s not in the first two scenes and I can run the sound for the first two songs in my sleep. It’s all pre-programed, anyway.

So I take my time. I push slowly, in and out, just a little at a time, while I casually thumb her nipples. She feels so damn good squeezing my cock. Better than anything I could have imagined. Her pussy is better than her hand. Better than her mouth, which I didn't think could be possible, but it is. She’s so tight and wet and warm.

She’s shaking a little, tensing up like she’s expecting a pain that hasn’t come yet. I pull back, keeping just the tip inside her while I touch her. “Relax, beautiful. Let me make you feel as good as I feel with you strangling my dick.”

I keep one hand on her breasts and slip the other between her legs, brushing my thumb up and down her clit, circling, gliding side to side, experimenting until I find the touch that has her melting. She drops lower, gripping the edge of the sound board for support as she lifts her ass higher and wiggles it.

I reward her with a light slap.

“Oh!” Her surprise quickly dissolves into a moan.

“See, a little pain doesn’t have to be bad,” I whisper. And then I push deep, past any resistance, until I bottom out inside her.

My eyes roll back in my head. It takes all my concentration to stay still, letting her adjust. She sways, shifts her weight, changes the angle of her hips, and moans.

“That’s it, beautiful. Find where it feels good.”

“So good.” She throws her head back and arches as she makes little circling thrusts with her hips, chasing her pleasure.

I fight against my need to move, gripping her thigh with one hand and her breast with the other to keep me grounded.

My alarm goes off. Shit.

Heather pauses, but I roll my hips to coax her on. “Don’t stop, beautiful. Don’t you dare stop. You’re gonna ride my cock until you come. I’m not letting you go until you’re a dripping, shaking mess.”

She groans, but she listens and goes back to those little grinding hip thrusts she liked. I grit my teeth to keep from coming and reach around her for the switch I need to flash the house lights. Then I snooze my alarm. When it goes off again, I’ll have to dim the lights and switch on the mics for the orchestra pit, but we’ve got five minutes until then, and I intend to make sure my girl enjoys every second of them.

The moment my fingers return to her clit, she presses back into me and falls apart.

When she orgasmed before, I couldseethe signs, but now I canfeelthem. She clamps down so hard on my cock that I groan. Pulsing contractions squeeze my hard length, and I can’t hold back anymore. It’s too much. I thrust up into her, slamming deep over and over until that familiar tingling heat starts at the base of my spine. But it isn’t so familiar this time. It’s like standing on a dark stage and then suddenly turning on all the spotlights at once.

I push balls deep into her, and a flood gushes out of my thumping cock. I’m not sure if she’s still coming or coming again, but she milks the life out of me, squeezing every drop of cum into her.

Folding over her back, I wrap my arms around her and just hold her as our breathing slows. My alarm goes off again, breaking the silence.

“I should go,” she says.

“No way.” I sit back down on the chair and pull her into my lap, my softening cock still inside her. “You have two songs before you need to be on stage and there’s no way I’m letting you rush off after that.”

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