“I’ll tell you about it later.” Noah ushered her into a mostly empty aisle of seats towards the back of the theater.
Through most of the film, Noah kept his hands to himself, though his fingers itched with the need to touch her. If he was honest, he was always desperate to touch her—from the moment he woke in the morning to the second he fell asleep with her wrapped in his arms. Marrying her had only intensified the need. There was something about calling her “wife” while he made love to her that drove him out of his damn mind.
Towards the end of the documentary, she began squirming at his side. Lust pounded through his veins knowing the jeweled toy beneath her clothes was preparing her for all the filthy things he’d do to her later. He slid his hand into her lap, through the folds of fabric of her wrap dress. She glanced around, but no one was paying any attention to them, and widened her legs slightly to give him better access.Sweet girl.He moved his hand higher on the silky skin of her legs, his eyes flying to hers when his fingers brushed against the curls at the apex of her thighs.
He leaned closer, his lips pressed to her ear when he whispered, “No panties?”
She shook her head, biting her lip with that mischievous glint in her eye that he loved so much. He hummed in approval, stroking over her lightly.
“What were you hoping would happen, love?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” she demurred.
“Oh, I think you do. Coming out with me tonight with a bare pussy, wearing my plug.” He dragged his knuckle through her folds, pressing against her clit until she sucked in a sharp breath.
“Let’s get out of here,” she whispered.
“Not yet.”
She grunted in frustration and shifted her own hand higher on his thigh, her thumb brushing against the growing bulge in his dress pants. His cock pulsed in reaction—as she, no doubt, had known it would. But two could play that game. He slid two fingers inside her, stifling his own groan at how wet and ready she was, but he didn’t move them, content just to feel the clutch of her hot channel.
“Noah, please.”
“Patience, love. I want to see the credits.”
She huffed and he bit the inside of his cheeks to keep from laughing. She was adorable when she was frustrated—and it would make it all the more delicious when he made it up to her later.
A few moments later the music swelled and the credits began to roll. Callie squirmed impatiently in her seat, seeking friction against his unmoving fingers.
“Just watch, Calico.”
He knew the moment she saw it. She sat upright in her chair, the move dislodging his fingers from within her, and gasped. The hand that had been on his thigh flew to her mouth. There on the screen, for only a second, it read:Composers: Noah Van Aller and Calandria Van Aller.
She turned to him, her eyes wide.
“You helped me write damn near half the score, love. That music is as much yours as it is mine.”
She kissed him, hard and fierce, her fingers tugging at his hair. He was done waiting. He took her hand, and led her out of the darkened theater, ignoring the questioning glances from those they passed on the way out. She raced to keep up with his long stride as he led her through the lobby and out onto the sidewalk.
“I can’t wait to get you back to the hotel. I have a whole evening planned for us, love. An entire night of worshiping my wife’s pussy, and a whole bag of new toys for you to try.” He scraped his teeth along the column of her throat to hide his smile.
Her eyes lit up and she arched her neck to give him better access. “You always take such good care of me.”
“Always will.”
He was half tempted to drop to his knees right there on the street and lick her until she came on his face, to drink down her pleasure. Instead, he broke away from her and hailed the nearest cab to take them back to the hotel and the evening he had planned for them. Once in the cab, barreling down the crowded streets of Manhattan, she slid her hand back up his thigh.
“Now who’s misbehaving?” He bit back a groan as she palmed his cock through the fabric of his pants.
She slowed the movement of her hand. “What’s this new project with Senator Thorne?”
“You want to talk about this now?” he asked with a meaningful glance at her hand wrapped around his erection.
“Might as well. Nothing more to be done until we’re back at the hotel.”
“Don’t tempt me,” he huffed.
“Okay,” she said, pulling her hand away. He caught it with a growl and dragged it back to his crotch, pressing her hand against him. She laughed, her eyes sparkling. “Tell me.”
