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And what a show it was.
Sure, I didn’t get most of what was happening, but there was something about listening to about a hundred or so experts performing their craft that was just captivating. My body thrummed with a strange sort of energy, one that felt like it could create worlds and destroy galaxies. I leaned forward more and more, my mouth open with my shallow breaths.
I felt like I was being wound more tightly than a top, the strange, musical foreplay hitting all the perfect notes within me. Fitz seemed to feel it too, or maybe he just noticed my own reaction, because as we headed towards the climax of the first act, he pulled his hand from mine and placed it on my waist.
I was both surprised and not surprised as he pulled me from my chair and settled me into his lap, his hands roving all over my clothed body. I let out a whimper and squirmed, almost seeming to do it in time with the swell of the orchestra.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he whispered behind me, so low and wild that I could only barely catch it over the driving tune below. The percussion rattled up my spine and into my heart while the woodwinds made me feel like I could just vault right out of the box and soar. “Feel the music.”
Oh, I did. But I also felt his hand. Wide, warm and seeking, they roved over me until going to my hips, where they pulled my skirt up bit by bit.
An impressive feat considering how much I was sitting on it, but I didn’t comment. My eyes were locked on the woman belting out some verse about how she had been wronged and my body was flush with what was happening behind me.
I could feel his need for me pressing up into my backside, hot and insistent. It was intoxicating to think that was because of me and the music below, both of our influences making his body react in such a visible way. It was easy to see how a girl could become addicted to this power. Fitz was an imposing, dominant, intelligent man who had a whole empire, but it was me who could make him drop everything and drown in lust.
His wandering fingers found my center, and I heard his breath hitch. So maybe I hadn’t worn any panties because I didn’t want visible lines through my dress. I hadn’t done it with the intention that the digits of one hand would gently tease at my clitoris while his other hand teased at my entrance.
But that was exactly what he was doing, and between his skill and the music and everything else, I was wetter than a water slide in just a few moments.
“That’s my girl,” Fitz muttered darkly, and those words made me jolt. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the implicit praise or the way it sounded like he was aching for me, but that didn’t matter. What did matter was that his hands left me, and I could feel him shifting under me to pull at his zipper.
We didn’t have a condom, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I’d been on birth control since I was sixteen to calm down my period’s habit of throwing out my back and making me upchuck anything I ate, so it wasn’t like there was a risk of pregnancy, but there was something so much more intimate about him behind inside me without that little layer of latex. I remembered always swearing to myself that I would double up on protection -after all, birth control only prevented pregnancy, not STDs- but I knew that Fitz was clean and obviously I was too considering he was the only one who had ever touched me.
And boy, did he know how to touch me. Two of his fingers slid into me, pumping slowly before gathering as much wetness as they could and pulling out. I was mystified at his goal for a moment, caught up in the music and everything else, but then I heard him slicking himself up behind me.
Oh.
The thought of his large hand wrapped around himself, smearing my wetness along his length was almost enough to make me spin out of orbit entirely, but then he was lifting me up just enough for his swollen head to press at my entrance.
I let out a gasp, because how could I not. Even after the two times we’d been together he still felt just as big. I supposed it took time to get used to such a large, foreign object invading my body, but I didn’t have time to think about it before he was sliding in.
He took his time, he really did, but there was only so much I could stretch in our situation. I was flooded with pleasure, but at the same time there was a straining sort of burn that lit me up from my center all the way up to my throat.
