Page 120 of Unbreakable
So I did. I leaned to the left and back against his chest, and he to our right, gazing at each other. If I looked too long, he flicked his chin toward the stage.
He bunched three of his fingers and worked circles around my clit. My hands gripped his wrists, one where his hand was holding me steady at my stomach and the other draped across my thigh, doing mind-melting work.
“Yeah, that’s good,” he rasped in my ear. “Just hold onto me.”
My eyes closed as my mouth dropped open, struggling not to outwardly pant as he switched to a single finger working the most delicate circles over my swollen clit. My legs buckled against his and I heard his laughing exhale: smug, satisfied, thrilled with himself.
“That feel good, baby? I don’t even have a finger inside yet.” His ring finger dipped, the one that held our wedding band. It pressed up into me, his other hand leaving my stomach so he could finger fuck me and rub my clit at the same time.
I shuddered, trying to lean forward as a method of closing my legs, but he hooked his chin around my arm to hold me in place.
“Are you close, baby?”
I nodded, stuttered breaths coming out of my nose. People in the adjacent box had to hear my loud-ass breathing.
“Do you want me inside you?”
Again, a nod. His hands left me. “Stay there.”
“Dyl,” I whimpered.
He shifted behind me, presumably pushing his own pants down. The soft skin of his heavy cock pressed into my lower back. “Here’s what’s going to happen, Jeannie. You’re going to sit on this cock, and I’ll push up into you. My hand doesn’t stop until you come. But you cannot move, and you cannot make a sound. You got it?”
I looked back and met his eyes. This was insane. We were fucking in a box at a theater because we couldn’t wait until we got home.
“Now sit.”
I raised up like I was looking for a dropped coin and he lined himself up. I settled back into him until I was fully seated. The fullness, the stretch, the position wearing out my inner thighs from where he was holding me open, it was all getting so intense. He shifted to be more under me and held my bare hip. As promised, his other hand rubbed me so perfectly while he bucked up into me. I struggled to not show how much he was bouncing me, and he seemed focused on keeping smooth, even strokes.
I wanted to grab my breasts, to touch somewhere other than lacing my fingers with his on my hips. He dragged our right hands down my thigh.
“So good, Jeannie,” he whispered from farther behind me, working to stretch the position. I reached between my legs down to his balls, cupping them in my hand. A loud moan escaped him, thankfully drowned out by the music. My thighs pressed in on his, trembling as my edge drew nearer.
“There you go, baby.” He inched his legs a little more together, a relief for the delicious pain of my screaming inner thighs and lower abs.
I suppressed a guttural moan as I came. “Fuck, Jeannie, I feel you, fuck, fuck,” Dylan said as his thrusts got more violent, followed by the sweet relief of him pulsing along with me.
I collapsed back against his chest, and his arms wrapped tight around me as our legs folded together. I leaned into his ear. “You better not have stained the dress. I can’t ship the rental back with a big white streak.”
Dylan wheezed a laugh, kissing me over my shoulder. “I’ll pay the damages on the dress. We’re keeping it.”
“We are?”
A soft puff of air left his nose, brushing my skin. “This thing’s going in the Sorrento Hall of Fame.”
FORTY-FIVE
DYLAN
NOW | DECEMBER
MA
Merry Christmas. Hope you have a great day. Love you.
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Kids are happy so I’m happy
