White Lace, Red Lips, Wedding Night

Her fingers traced the curve of his jaw, sending shivers down her spine. The navy blazer and grey flannel suit he'd chosen were surprisingly flattering, accentuating the broadness of his shoulders and the strength in his arms. The white shirt strained slightly over his chest, revealing the hint of a bulge beneath. It wasn't the tie that caught her eye, though – the vibrant scarlet silk screamed for attention, a bold statement against the muted tones of his outfit. She’d insisted on it, knowing it would bring a touch of excitement to their evening. As she leaned closer, her lips brushing against his ear, she whispered, “You look devastatingly handsome, darling.”

He chuckled, a deep rumble that vibrated through her body. "And you look absolutely ravishing in that dress, my love." He paused, tilting his head slightly. “The off-the-shoulder design is quite daring, isn't it?"

She arched an eyebrow, a playful challenge in her eyes. “It's called confidence, darling. Something you could certainly use a little more of.” She traced the strap of her dress, pulling it down just a fraction to reveal a sliver of her tanned skin.

The opera house buzzed with chatter and anticipation, the air thick with perfume and excitement. They found their seats in the orchestra, nestled close together amidst the velvet seating. As the lights dimmed and the first notes of "Carmen" filled the hall, she felt a surge of anticipation. The soprano's voice soared above the orchestra, captivating the audience with its power and beauty. But her attention wasn't entirely focused on the performance. Her gaze kept drifting to his, searching for a spark of connection amidst the grandeur of the event.

During the intermissions, they shared a glass of champagne, their fingers brushing as they reached for the bottle. The bubbles tickled her nose, and she let out a small giggle. "You know," she whispered, leaning in close, "I've been thinking about you all day."

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Really? And what prompted this sudden surge of affection?"

"Well," she replied, her voice dropping to a husky tone, "I just couldn't stop thinking about the way you looked in that new tie. It really brings out your eyes." She reached out and gently brushed a stray hair from his forehead, her fingers lingering on his skin. "And the way you held my hand as we walked through the lobby...it made me feel so incredibly desirable."

He took a slow sip of his champagne, savoring her words. "You know, you're quite the tease, aren't you?" he said, a playful smile spreading across his face.

"Only for you," she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. As the second act began, she subtly shifted closer, her body pressing against his, drawing him in. She felt his hand slide down her back, a slow, deliberate caress that sent shivers down her spine. It wasn't a forceful touch, but rather a gentle invitation, a silent plea for more.

During the second intermission, they slipped away from the crowd and found a secluded alcove near the restrooms. The air was slightly cooler here, and the sounds of the opera faded into a distant murmur. He took her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers. "I've been wanting to tell you something," he said, his voice low and intimate.

“Oh? And what is that?” she asked, her heart pounding in her chest.

“I’ve been thinking about our first time together,” he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “It was so passionate, so raw, so…perfect. And I realized that I want to experience that again, with you.”

She blushed, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “You mean…?”

“Yes, darling,” he whispered, leaning closer. “I want to lose myself in your body, in your scent, in your touch. I want to make you feel as incredible as you make me feel.” He pulled her close, his lips brushing against hers. “Let’s go somewhere private, where we can focus solely on each other.”

They returned to their seats, but their eyes never met. As the opera reached its crescendo, she felt a growing sense of anticipation, a delicious nervousness that made her breath catch in her throat. She leaned closer to him, her fingers tracing the contours of his face. He responded by gently cupping her cheek, his thumb caressing her skin. It was a silent conversation, a promise of pleasure to come.

When the final note faded away and the lights came up, they slipped out of the theater unnoticed. They hailed a cab and headed straight for their luxurious penthouse apartment, eager to continue their evening. As they stepped inside, she shed her dress, revealing a silky black thong underneath. He quickly removed his shirt, revealing his bare chest. They proceeded to the bathroom, where they lathered themselves in scented oils and applied a generous amount of body lotion.

As they stood naked before the mirror, admiring their reflections, he reached out and gently stroked her hair. "You look stunning," he whispered, his voice full of admiration. "Absolutely breathtaking." She giggled, her eyes sparkling with delight. "And you look incredibly handsome, darling."

He pulled her close, his lips meeting hers in a passionate embrace. The kiss deepened, becoming more intense, more demanding. She arched into his arms, her body writhing with pleasure. They continued to kiss, lost in their own world of desire, until they were both breathless and trembling.

As they finally pulled apart, she leaned against him, her body relaxed and content. "You know," she said softly, "I think I'm going to make you wait for a while before you get to have your turn."

He chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You're a cruel mistress, my love."

She smiled seductively, pulling him closer. "That's what makes you so irresistible."

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