Page 4 of Opening Night in the Dressing Room

His gaze meets mine and holds, staring into the very depths of me.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’ve wanted you for so long, and now that you’re letting me see you, touch you, have you, I can’t wait anymore. You don’t have to drag this out or make this encounter last, because this is just the start. I’m going to have you again and again and again. On your back and on your knees and on every fucking surface in here. But right now, I just want to beinside you. Please, Adriana.” He brushes a finger down my cheek and I realize he’s trailing the path of a tear. “Let me love you.”

“You can’t. You’re—”

He kisses me and pushes the tip of his cock right at my entrance, stretching my lips around him.

“I’m in love with you. That’s what I am.” He pushes just a little deeper. Just the tip of him inside me. “I don’t care if you’re older or what people will say. You’re talented and beautiful and funny and sexy as sin and I love you.”

“You love me?” The tears are falling freely now.

He kisses each one. “I love you.”

And then he’s inside me. Pressing all the way in. So full, he rubs against the right spot with every tiny movement. So deep, the head of his cock makes my stomach bulge. I’ve never had that happen before.

I don’t care that I’m laying on a hard floor, in a rumpled pile of costumes that I’ll have to launder and iron. I don’t care that he’s not wearing a condom. I don’t care that anyone might walk back into this corner at any moment and see us or that we’re both making obscene noises as we move together, whispering things to each other that I never thought I’d confess. How often I watched him. How attracted I am to him. How I admire him.

And over and over, he tells me he loves me as he drives the point home with each thrust. The orgasm comes on me like a rising tide, slowly growing and growing, until it covers the whole beach, taking all of me out to sea.