Passion at the Opera by Diane Thorne Read Free Book Online Page B

“You are perfect.”
    The male performer’s voice rose with the music as Gwen brought her mouth to Nikolaus’. She started a new round of kissing and teased him with her tongue. He supplied his own means of torment by rubbing her clit. Lust consumed her and she tightened her hold on his shaft. He moved his digit lower and pushed it inside her. His small finger didn’t compare to the giant erection in her hand. God, she yearned to feel his thick cock deep within her walls.
    She pried her mouth away. “Maybe we should go somewhere private.”
    He toyed with the sensitive nub between her legs. “We’re safe here. I have a guard by the exit. We won’t be interrupted. And nobody can see us up here.”
    Gwen glanced over the balcony as she quickly decided what to do. Although she itched to fuck him now, she feared the public eye. They were high enough up and the lights were dark. Given he’d posted a watchman outside, she doubted someone would find them having sex. So why not jump onto the man while she had the chance?
    He tweaked her clitoris before he thrust several fingers into her slick pussy. She made her decision.
    “This naughty girl wants to ride the naughty man,” she said as she ran her thumb over the head of his dick.
    He withdrew his hand. “By all means…” He lifted his body as he pushed his trousers lower. “Enjoy your ride.”
    His shaft sprang free and Gwen’s eyes widened. “Do you have any condoms?” she asked. She hoped he had one because she doubted the rubbers she had would fit him.
    Nikolaus dug into his pocket and removed a packet. “Here. Put it on me.”
    Gwen tore the foil and removed the latex barrier. She hurried to roll it over his length, but did so carefully. At the same time, she heard a female singing. She glanced at the stage and saw the woman with the red dress.
    “The show only has another twenty to thirty minutes. If you want to wait—”
    “No, this is fine,” she said, grinning.
    He kissed her nose. “I plan on taking you later.”
    “Good. I need to be taken.”
    She hiked her dress up then removed her panties. “I don’t need these.” She set them on her purse in the empty seat next to her.
    A rush of exhilaration coursed through her and fuelled her fast beating heart. She was actually going to have sex during a performance in the Opera House. The affair ranked as high as doing the dirty deed in the Louvre.
    Holding her gown, she rose and faced Nikolaus.
    “Woman, you are divine,” he said, gazing at the area below her navel.
    Slowly, she climbed onto his lap. He held his cock and brushed the head over her slit.
    “Good and wet,” he said as he positioned himself at her entrance.
    Gwen lowered and felt him slid in. The fit was tight.
    “Easy, sweet one. I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.
    Heat poured from her as she took him deeper inside her. She bit her lip from the slight discomfort while her walls stretched to accommodate him. The man had one of the largest penises she’d seen, but she knew she could handle it. She let go of her dress and let it fall around her.
    “Hot and slick. I’m in heaven,” he said.
    Gwen raked her fingers through his hair and gripped his locks. She rocked her hips, letting him slide within her canal. The unhurried friction tortured her, but God, did he feel good moving inside her.
    He held onto her hips and moulded his mouth over hers. Pure desire burned within her body. She ground faster against him and took him farther each time. Her insides adjusted quickly to allow his size, exactly as she’d thought. He fit wholly and right, completing her in the way she needed. She increased her movements, taking him in and out with ease. She was on fire and drawing closer to the release. He pressed his digits into her flesh while he sucked hungrily on her tongue. She lowered her body and he bucked. Fuck, she nearly came.
    The female’s voice rose and Gwen broke free from Nikolaus’ lips. Gwen held onto her lover’s neck while