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“I’ll be late for work. Enjoy your green tea,” I said, yanking my hand away from her and jumping out of my chair.
“Kenni!” I heard Ava call after me as I left the cafe.
I didn’t want to think about the consequences yet. I was having a good time with Nico. He made me feel good. He made me feel beautiful. he was making my teenage fantasy come true and I wasn’t about to give it up yet.
I rushed back to work, with Nico on my mind. Ava’s words were pushed back. She didn’t know what she was talking about! She wasn’t there when Nico looked at me. She didn’t know how he made me feel.
Chapter 11
Nico
I thought Kennedy would need some space. Even though I wanted to see her immediately after she left; I decided to hold back.
This could work. This could actually work!
Maybe I could keep seeing her and keep it light. She’d agreed to it already, now all I needed to do was make sure I kept myself in check. I’d decided that if I started feeling like I wanted more, then I’d cut her off.
I gave it three days, after which I texted her. Three-days was enough to make me go mad with desire. My hands shook when I typed that message.
Meet me tonight at the Guardian’s Theatre. I got us tickets for the eight o’clock show.
I wanted to make the night special. Taking her to the opera was the most special thing I could think of. I couldn’t give Kennedy a relationship, but I sure as hell could treat her as a Queen.
In another world, if I was leading another life—I would have given her more. I knew she deserved it. She was a smart vivacious beautiful woman, who deserved to be cherished and looked after. I had no idea what she saw in me, or why she wanted to keep hanging around. Even though I’d warned her that I had nothing to give.
I got dressed for the night in a tuxedo. I’d spent good money on these seats, in our own balcony. I’d never been this nervous about impressing someone before. Just sex used to be good enough. With Kennedy though, it seemed like I wanted more.
I arrived at the theatre well before eight and waited by the door. I was anxious, couldn’t stand still. Kennedy was like a drug and I needed a hit. I needed to see her again. She’d stuck to her word and hadn’t texted me or tried to get in touch in the past three days.
It seemed like she was more than happy to keep things simple between us.
When a cab pulled up in front of me, I wasn’t expecting Kennedy to step out of it. I wasn’t prepared for the vision I was about to see.
I saw her high heels first when she stepped on the pavement. Then, she slowly dragged herself out of the car. My eyes traveled over her body, and I felt that familiar movement in my pants. That feeling which told me I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her.
She was in a long dress, the hem of which grazed the ground as she walked towards me. Was it black? Was it a deep red? Whatever color that dress was, it magnetized me. It was a soft breezy chiffon, with a deep sweetheart neck and barely-there sleeves. With every step she took, a part of her long legs was revealed through the slit in the front.
Kennedy was smiling at me; her cheeks were flushed. She’d pinned up her hair in a tight neat bun on the side of her head. There was a sparkling hair-pin holding it in place. From her ears hung simple teardrop shaped stone earrings, and she had a matching ring on. Her makeup was smoky, her skin looked flawlessly perfect. Her lips were the same rich color as her dress.
“Hello Nico,” she was the first one to speak, because she’d caught me off-guard. It was like I had no words.
“Kennedy…you look…” I couldn’t articulate the emotions I was feeling. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on. She looked down at her dress, flushing even more when she realized that I liked her dress.
“I wasn’t sure of what to wear. I’ve never been to the opera before,” she commented. I met her wide green eyes and felt like I was sinking into them. I wanted to drag her by her hand, right back to my car and drive her to my apartment again.
Fuck the opera!
“You look perfect. That dress is beautiful on you,” I said and placed a hand on her waist.
Kennedy was biting down on her lip as we walked into the theatre. I could sense that she was excited, which was exactly how I wanted her to feel. She deserved the best night out.
An attendant looked at our tickets and then led us up the stairs to our balcony seats. The whole time, I kept my hand on Kennedy’s back, holding on to her waist. I wanted everyone to see…all these strangers…that I was with the most beautiful woman in the building. The woman I couldn’t stop staring at.
We sat down on our seats.
“Wow, this is quite private,” she remarked, as our arms grazed. My cock moved again. I wanted her right now, right there.
I watched as she picked up the program and flipped through it.
“It’s an Italian opera? Maybe you’ll be able to help me with the dialogue,” she said and laughed softly. I stared into her eyes, and then my gaze traveled down to her breasts. She was breathing smoothly, her hands were crossed daintily on her lap.
I leaned towards her, placing a hand on her cheek. Kennedy was staring up at me with her glittering green eyes and I kissed her. I couldn’t resist. My tongue slipped into her mouth and she gently sucked on it. I could feel my cock tenting my pants. Kennedy moaned softly as I kissed her deeper.
I could taste her. I’d missed her. I wanted more.
Suddenly, we heard the loud clapping of the audience around us. The lights were dimming, the opera was about to start. Kennedy pulled her mouth away from me and dragged her gaze away. She clapped softly, smiling at the stage.
There was no way I’d be watching the performance tonight.
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Kennedy seemed glued to what was happening on stage, while I glanced at her every few seconds. She was so beautiful. I couldn’t believe I’d missed out on all these years of being with her. I couldn’t believe my luck now.
There was a pause in the opera and she looked at me, catching me staring at her.
“Do you know what’s happening on stage?” she asked, with a blushing smile.
“No, I’m too busy looking at you,” I told her.
The performance started again and she leaned towards me. It seemed accidental but the side of her breasts grazed my arm. I had to clench my jaws to stop myself from pulling her into my arms.
“Do you know what I want to do to you right now?” I whispered in her ear. We were in the dark, I could have kissed her right now if I wanted to and nobody would know. Kennedy straightened her back and placed a hand on my knee.
“I don’t know if I can wait to find out,” she said.
Her hand on my knee was all the cue I needed. I knew now that she was thinking about the same thing that I was.
“I want to rip that dress off you and push my finger into your pussy,” I whispered.
Kennedy kept staring at the stage but I could sense that she was imagining it. Imagining me tipping her back in the seat and ripping her dress.
She bit down on her lip and gulped. I kept going.
“I want to make you come right here, but not till I tell you too. I want to lick your nipples first and make sure you’re dripping wet. I want to hear you say my name, scream it here from the balcony.”
Kennedy jerked her head around to look at me then. There was fire in her eyes, to match the color of her hair. She gulped again, like her throat was dry.
As she stared at me, slowly her hand traveled up my knee towards the bulge in my pants.
“Everyone would hear me if I screamed your name,” she said.
“We’d disrupt the show,” I added and Kennedy was smiling. Her hand grazed my cock and a shot of electricity ran down my spine.
What was she doing to me!
I lifted my hand up to her nape, while she gently started caressing my cock through my pants.
“You’re making me wet already,” she whispered. Neither of us were looking at
the stage now. We didn’t care.
“Good,” I growled. My eyelids were growing heavy with desire. My cock was throbbing and growing in my pants as she continued to stroke me.
“Nico, I want you,” she breathed and I kissed her again. This time, the kiss was more passionate. Wilder. Her hand slipped in, under my pants and her fingers wrapped around my rock-hard cock. I didn’t know how long I’d be able to control it.
My tongue plunged in and out of her mouth as she rubbed my cock, stroking it up and down, making sure I had nowhere to go.
She gasped, out of breath…when she pulled her mouth away from mine.
“Nico…we shouldn’t be doing this, not here,” she stated, but there was a laugh in her voice. Her hand was still inside my pants, she was still stroking me.
“Who is stopping us?” I asked and reached for her breasts, cupping them tightly in my hand. She gasped sharply. There was too much material separating us. I couldn’t feel her nipples, but in the shadow of the dark theatre, I could see the goosebumps on her skin. I could feel the warmth radiating from her body. I knew she was wet.
I squeezed her breasts and she panted. One hand of mine ran down the front of her dress. I’d found the hot throbbing spot between her legs and I rubbed it, through her dress.
Kennedy quickly drew her hand out of my pants and pulled herself away from me.
“No, not here,” she hissed, but she was biting down on her lip.
