Page 39 of Crimson Tears

“Eyes on the stage,Lisichka. I do not want you to miss anything important.”

I nod toward the performance, and she shoots me a glare before her eyes flash with heated desire.

“It’s almost intermission. All of the lights will come on.”

A smile curls my lips as I press two fingers over her sex, finding her clit with ease.

“Sounds like you better come quickly then.”

“Maybe you should make me, Old Man.”

Nessa smirks, and I have half a mind to bend her over my knee to slap her ass, regardless of how much attention it would draw.But Alexi would kill me if I got us banned from the theater, so I behave.Mostly.

I have planned everything out, and I know this song will last two minutes. I take that as a personal challenge to rush against the clock and make my girl come as I slowly sink to my knees before her. Pushing her dress up her thighs until she is exposed, I inhale the scent of her arousal.It is intoxicating.

Leaning in, I swipe my tongue over her just enough to get a taste. Nessa’s fingers fly to my hair, gripping tightly as I look up at her.

“Watch the performance.”

Her eyes snap to the stage even as her legs part to make more room for me. Using my hands, I spread her thighs and pull her to the edge of the seat for the best access.

Her long legs are already shaking with anticipation. Knowing I have limited time, I decide not to toy with her and give her exactly what she needs.

My tongue swirls around her clit, sucking and grazing my teeth over the sensitive flesh. The hand in my hair begins to pull and push while she rolls her hips, forcing my head into the rhythm she needs as I push two fingers inside of her.

It’s wet and messy. I hope like hell it leaves a mark on her dress so that she never forgets what I do to her. This woman makes me feral. I have never in my life thought of doing the things I want to do to her. With my late wife, there was desire, but never this same type of unsatiated hunger. I loved her unconditionally, but eventually, I came to terms with losing her.

But with Nessa, I would go mad without her. She is like the anchor to my soul, tethering me to this earth and forcing me to see all of the good it has.

She challenges me, but also kneels at my feet the same way I do hers. We are an even match, a perfect pair. My soul cannot exist without her.

Her taste explodes on my tongue and she whimpers. Flashes of how she teased me earlier ring through my mind. It took immense strength to hold back in the restaurant.

All I could picture was my hand around her throat, holding those panties she thought she could tease me with as I took her from behind, her nipples plastered to the window facing the city.

But for now, I will settle for this. Making her come undone on my tongue is only a small part of what I have planned for her tonight.

Curling my fingers, I suck on her clit while swirling my digits around, making sure to hit every nerve just the way she likes. I add a third, and fourth, stretching her and allowing her juices to flood the seat beneath her. The music picks up the moment the princess runs from the ball and back to her old life. A melody that is equal parts thrilling and sorrowful.

With one more twist of my fingers, I reach up and pinch her nipple through her dress. Her sweet pussy clenches around my fingers, attempting to suck me further into her. I give her every inch I have to offer, then tease the pressure of more with my thumb while my tongue laps at her clit. Her juices are dripping down my hand, so wet that I could almost slide my whole fist inside her.

Her back arches at the song’s crescendo and her lips part, but I cover them with haste before she screams her orgasm. Nessa’s legs shake and her body goes limp, falling back onto the couch. Her eyes close with a smile gracing those beautiful lips. The music fades and the lights slowly ascend to brightness as I pull her dress back down for her.

“That was…”

“Exhilarating?” I finish for her.

She pulls me up, and her hand latches around my neck, bringing me in for a kiss. Her tongue traces my lips, making me groan when she thrusts it into my mouth.

“Perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

My heart warms, and a piece of me settles. Nessa is a part of me and everything I have ever wanted in a partner. She encourages me in ways I didn’t know were possible. I am a new man around her, one I find myself growing to love more and more every day.

Chapter 12

A silk dress dripping with my release after an insanely fast and powerful orgasm is not how I planned to spend the second half of this evening. But a girl can’t complain.

Boris and I have had our fair share of sexcapades, but I think that one just set the bar high. I know for a fact that at least two people knew what was going on, but I didn’t mind.

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