Page 141 of The Pacifist
We got drinks and found a comfortable chair in the back corner of the tent that offered the most privacy. With Mila in my lap, I leaned my head against hers. “I can’t believe how lucky I am. You blind men with your sweet beauty, and most of them are unable to say anything intelligent in your presence. It still blows my mind that you picked me.”
Mila wriggled her behind on top of my crotch. “Same.”
“Hey, don’t do that. You’re making me hard.”
A mischievous smile made her dimples pop out. “This is a quiet corner and I’m wearing a dress.”
I scanned the room and saw only six other couples – two on the dance floor and the others in deep conversation in the other end of the tent.
“Mila, you’re not suggesting that we have sex right here, are you?” My heart was speeding with excitement and my erection felt like a second heartbeat counting down for a sprint.
Without words Mila lifted herself to the armrest and opened my pants. The lights were dampened and I figured we were well hidden in our deep chair, but the risk factor was a major turn-on.
With her slender hand she freed my sprinter and let her hands stroke it up and down like a beloved friend.
“Ahh,” my voice almost broke with delight.
“It’s never gonna be as quiet in here as it is right now. I say we take advantage of that.”
She didn’t have to say that twice. Pulling Mila back on my lap, I lifted her dress up and pushed her panties to the side. The sweetest moan sounded from her when I slid inside her.
“Mmm, Jonah.” Her head leaned back on my shoulder as she moaned with pleasure.
Lifting her enough that I could move in and out, I began taking my wife in a public place. From our first quickie in the entertainment room at the Manor to the other quickies we had enjoyed since then, this was by far the riskiest one. I was in awe of how daring she was and wondered how everyone could have gotten it so wrong about Mila.
“You know people think you’re sweet and innocent, right?”
Mila made another moan. “I’m sweet.”
“Yes. And amazing. But no longer innocent.”
“You ruined that.”
I was breathing hard from my movement and arousal. “Is that a complaint?”
“No.” The way she rotated her hips made me almost come. “I love having sex with you.”
Drilling my fingers into her hips, I rocked in and out while Mila leaned her head back against my shoulder.
The warmth of her inner walls surrounding me, her suppressed moans into my ear, and the view of the clueless people had me so fired up that I felt my balls hardening as they prepared to fire.
“Wait.” I kept her still and bit down on my lip hard enough to distract myself from the pleasure and excitement of having sex in this unexpected way.
Mila moved a little but stopped when I whispered, “Give me a second. I don’t want to come too fast.”
Our eyes closed as we indulged in slow and sensual kissing.
“Oh, heeey, we didn’t know you’d be here.”
My eyes flew open to see Anne and Nero coming toward us. There was no time for Mila to get off me but she sat up straighter and spread her dress to cover how we were linked.
“Why are you two in here when you aren’t dating? You’re already married.” Nero leaned against a sofa across from us while Anne sat down.
“Aww, look at you two all cuddled up. It almost makes me consider finding a husband myself.” Anne gave another of those giggles that I hadn’t heard from her since she was fourteen.
“We like this place. Mila helped design it and it’s nice and quiet.” I hoped it was too dark for them to see my red face.
“It won’t be quiet tonight. It’ll be packed.” Anne patted the spot next to her, gesturing for Nero to join her on the small sofa.
