Passion at the Opera

by Diane Thorne

  Gwen leant back and pressed her palms into the bed. The gap in her robe widened and his attention shot straight to her chest. “You want me to relax. Right?”

  He pushed his coat off his shoulders. “Very much.”

  “Then I should undress. Do you mind?”

  “Not at all.” He grinned, then set his jacket over the back of the chair.

  As he fidgeted with the cuffs of his shirt, Gwen untied her robe. She rose as it fell from her shoulders. Once she freed herself, she discarded it at the end of the bed.

  “A man can never tyre from looking at such a beautiful woman,” he said as she sat.

  Smiling, she leant back again and spread her legs. “I feel more relaxed already.”

  After he loosened his shirt around his wrists, he removed the lid from the plastic container. “Would you like another sip of wine?”

  “Yes, please.”

  Carrying her glass in one hand and the bowl in the other, he walked towards her. “Don’t worry, if you spill any on yourself I will lick it off you.”

  “You’re so kind.” She took the drink for him and sipped it.

  He sat next to her and placed the fruit container between her legs. She swallowed a big gulp and nearly choked.

  “I’ll take that.” He took her glass and set it on the nightstand. “Let’s start with some berries fist.”

  “I’m not a raspberry fan. If you don’t mind, I’ll pass on those.”

  He plucked a blueberry from the dish. “Open, please.”

  She lowered her jaw and he placed the berry on her tongue.

  “I have to admit, sitting next to your naked body and feeding you is giving me quite the erection.”

  She chewed while he grabbed another blueberry. “Maybe you should shed some clothes and relax with me.”

  He placed the piece of fruit in her mouth. “That’s a good idea.”

  He rose and unfastened his belt while she ate the berry. The taste of it quickly replaced the bitter one from the liquor.

  “These are good.” She fished another blueberry and watched him unzip his trousers.

  He pushed his slacks down and his cock jutted forward. Gwen’s eyes widened. He had quite the boner as he’d mentioned. She stared at the veins running along his length. A thatch of dark hair surrounded it.

  “Like what you see?” he asked as he unbuttoned his shirt and stepped out of his trousers.

  “I do.” She ate another piece of fruit while her attention never wavered from his shaft.

  “That makes two of us.” He discarded his shirt on the floor, then sat next to her. “I’ll take over now.”

  He grabbed a grape from the dish between her legs and she opened her mouth. He placed it on her tongue and she licked his fingers before he withdrew them.

  “Such a wet tongue. I wonder if other parts of you are as wet,” he said, and took a cherry from the bowl.

  “I could tell you, but I think you should investigate on your own to find the answer.”

  He held the stem with the cherry near her mouth. She reached for it with her tongue, but he jerked it away from her.

  “Taunt me, and I will respond in kind.”

  Gwen’s pulse jumped. She loved his playful games. She glanced at his member and quickly thought of a way to tease him.

  She wrapped her fingers around his rigid dick. “Wouldn’t you rather find out on your own how wet I am?” She stroked him tenderly.

  He dangled the fruit near her mouth. “I have every intention of finding out.”

  She leant forward and reached for the cherry with her tongue. This time, he let her claim it and tugged on the stem, freeing it. As she ate the fruit, she rubbed her thumb over his bulbous head.

  “You really know how to fire a man up.” He took a chocolate strawberry from the container. “You know what they say about paybacks.”

  Desire heated her insides as she wondered what naughty tactics he had in mind for her. She dropped her jaw as he moved the strawberry closer, but he passed her mouth. He touched the chocolaty end of the fruit to the side of her neck, then glided it over her flesh. Chills raced to her breasts as he moved it over one of them.

  “Just the reaction I wanted to see,” he said, staring at her perky buds.

  “It’s a bit frigid.”

  He had a crooked grin. “It would appear so.”

  He circled the hard point of her tit with the cool fruit, then blew on her nipple. An erotic current flowed south, revving her fiery need. When he moved to her other girl and treated it in kind, she decided to increase his arousal. She gripped his rod and fondled it. He paused tormenting her with the cold strawberry and his body tensed.

  “What were you saying about paybacks?” she asked.

  He dropped the strawberry in the bowl, latched onto one breast and pinched the aching centre of the other.

  “Fuck me!” flew out of Gwen as the passionate zings shot through her body and ignited a mini spasm between her legs.

  He sucked on her bud and toyed with the other one. Her need for sex skyrocketed. She had his dick in her grasp and longed to do something with it. She had the perfect idea. Instead of fruit in her mouth, she wanted him. She moved the container from between her legs and set it on her other side.

  “Not hungry anymore?” He lifted his head.

  “I’m starving for something else.”

  She bent and wrapped her lips around his erection. Slowly, she slid him into her mouth.

  He groaned. “That feels incredible.”

  She took him deep, then lifted her head. Holding his rod with her hand, she circled his head with her tongue.

  “Fuck,” he said, then she licked his length. He groaned again. “It’s time I discovered how wet you are.”

  Gwen straightened and let go of his member as he began scooting over the bed.

  He flattened his back on the mattress. “Climb over me, sweet one.”

  Knowing exactly how he planned to check her moisture level, she swung her leg over his torso and crawled over him until his face was underneath her and his shaft near her mouth.

  He smacked her ass and she flinched. “Perfect.”

  The short sting branched across her flesh. Her heart thumped faster. He smoothed his hands over her buttocks, then parted the lips from between her legs. Cool air brushed her slick flesh and made her wetter.

  “I have my answer,” he said. “And I’m going to enjoy all of you.”

  She took hold of his dick, glided it over her tongue and into her mouth. While she stroked him with her lips, Nikolaus lapped at her slit. Each brush sent heated passion rushing through her. The yearning for release rose at an accelerated rate. She sucked on his cock, taking him fully in, then sliding him almost out. He curled his toes. At the same time, her own pleasure escalated as he fucked her with his tongue and fondled her clit. She worked faster to bring him to his climax. Saliva spilled into his hair and onto his balls. She caressed his boys and his body became taut.

  “Fuck, that’s good,” he said.

  He was close to coming, just as she was. Her body craved release of the pressure building. With each caress on her nub, she wanted to break free from the strain. First, she wanted to please him. She pushed him into her mouth and took him deep again and again. His release came fast. A gush of warm fluid hit the back of her throat and she swallowed. He moaned and continued devouring her pussy. Gwen drank his salty fluid while his muscle pulsed. Anticipation thrived within her body and became too much. Her orgasm erupted and ecstasy flowed through her with each quiver.

  She carefully withdrew his member from her mouth, then swung her leg over him. Enjoying the tranquillity of her orgasm, she lay on the bed, arms up and staring at the ceiling.

  Nikolaus touched her leg and ran it up her inner thigh. “Relaxed?”

  “Very much.”

  She turned her head and spotted the fruit container nearby. She rolled onto her stomach and plucked the chocolate strawberry out.

  “You little tease,” he sa
id, then hit her ass.

  “Hey!”

  Her butt cheek warmed while a tingle spread.

  She twisted to look over her shoulder. He moved between her legs and spread them.

  “I can’t resist such beauty.” He smoothed his hand over her buttock, then inserted a few digits into her slit. “Still hot and wet. I love the way you feel. I want to fuck you.”

  His words and his touch triggered a new wave of need. It grew with each movement within her slick walls.

  “Did you bring a condom with you?” she asked.

  He withdrew from her. “Of course.”

  The bed jiggled as he moved over it. Seconds later, he strode past the bed. While she ate the strawberry Gwen marvelled at his jutting erection. His shaft looked long, hard and ready to please. He bent and fished a packet from his trousers. He tore into the foil package with his teeth as he walked around the bed.

  Gwen discarded the leafy end of the fruit in the container. “That was delicious.”

  “We both had our tasty treats. Now, we can enjoy each other.”

  The bed shook as he crawled on his knees. He paused between her legs and rolled the latex over his erection. Gwen rose on her hands and shook her booty at him.

  “You want to enjoy this?” She gave him a sly grin.

  He pushed several digits inside her. “Oh, I do.”

  He withdrew his fingers and toyed with her clit. Need snaked through her body and consumed her.

  “Fuck me, Nikolaus. One last time,” she said.

  “With pleasure.”

  He placed the head of his dick at her entrance, then gripped her hips. In one thrust, he buried himself deep inside her. She gasped, in awe of him filling her. He withdrew slowly, then pounded into her again. She loved how he moved within her with ease and drove her crazy with lust. He reached around and massaged her clit while he slid in and out of her canal, taking her closer and closer to her climax. She bit her lip as flesh smacked against flesh. Hot desire coiled within her.

  “Come for me. Let me feel you come,” he said.

  He tweaked her sensitive nub while he pumped into her. He hit her G-spot and she screamed softly. She needed more.

  “Yes. Don’t stop,” she said.

  He gave her what she wanted, driving hard and fast, tapping the place that drove her insane. Heat radiated from her body. Blood rushed to her head. She gripped the blankets under her hands. She couldn’t hold back any longer. Her release came with a loud scream. The walls of her vagina contracted, swallowing him. But he didn’t stop drilling into her.

  “Yes, sweet one. Oh, yes. Enjoy it,” he said.

  Relief flowed through Gwen and calmed her racing heart. Nikolaus drove into her repeatedly. The friction kept her orgasm from dying. He groaned when he finally reached his climax. He embedded his cock deep inside and held it there while it throbbed with life. Gwen waited until she couldn’t feel his pulses, then lowered onto the bed.

  Nikolaus lay next to her on his side. He kissed her shoulder. “A proper goodbye.”

  On her stomach, she rested the side of her head on her arms. She took a deep breath, then said, “Yes. It was a proper goodbye.”

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  Diane Thorne

  Excerpt

  Chapter One

  Sunlight reflected from the white paper in Gwenevere’s notebook and forced her to squint behind her sunglasses while she wrote. She sat alone at a small round table with an empty coffee cup pushed to the side. She was finishing her notes about her adventures in France. She’d jotted the majority of events in the journal during her aeroplane flight to Rome. She’d arrived yesterday and had been too busy to complete the entry. Upon waking, she’d decided she’d better conclude her Paris travels before the details escaped her brain. And she didn’t want that to happen. No, she didn’t want to forget the wonderful time she’d had with the sexy Frenchman, Pierre. The hot sex in the Louvre and on the Eiffel Tower had made her visit a very memorable one.

  Gwen ended her paragraph and tapped the page with her ballpoint tip. Done. She set the pen along the inner spine, and inhaled a deep breath. The aroma of a something deliciously sweet baking predominated, but the scent of the nearby sea still lingered. She leant back against her iron seat and gazed up at the beautiful blue sky. Not a single cloud floated in the area. She basked in the warmth. She’d dressed comfortably in a sleeveless peach-coloured blouse with straps tied around her neck, a light sea-green skirt and sandals. Forecasters had predicted another dry and hot day, perfect for sailing or relaxing at the beach. Later in the afternoon, she might have to take a walk along the water’s edge.

  A breeze tossed strands of her hair in front of her face. She ran her fingers into her locks and gathered them up and away from her shoulders. The wind brushed the back of her bared shoulders and neck, cooling her. She felt calm, at peace and ever so grateful to be on vacation. So far, her trip had turned out better than she’d ever imagined. Sex with two different, stunning men—one in London and the other in France—had been pleasant surprises. More than she could’ve dreamed about. Would she ever meet such handsome and kind men again? Had she been lucky and jumped at opportunities? Would she again take chances to be with a man if they popped up?

  Yes. Yes. Yes. Live a little, her inner woman firmly said and she grinned.

  A loud horn captured her attention. She lowered her arms and hair then turned to look at the sea. Docked boats and yachts of various sizes crowded the shoreline, reminding her of cars parked at a shopping mall on the day after Thanksgiving. In the distance, she spotted a few ships heading away from land. If her daughters were with her, they’d probably be begging her to go for a ride on one of the vessels.

  A smile spread across Gwen’s face as she thought about her grown angels, Kristy and Krystal. She’d spoken to them after she’d arrived in Italy and settled into her hotel. Their soft voices always brought her joy. Although she missed seeing her daughters, Gwen was enjoying her vacation. The freedom to explore her opportunities, different countries, cultures and men was one she valued immensely.

  “Signora.”

  Gwen turned to the waiter standing at her side. He wore a white shirt and dark pants. In his hands, he held a cup and saucer.

  “For you,” he said in English as he set the drink on the table.

  “I’m sorry, but I didn’t order another.”

  “A gift from signori.” His English sounded bad. He twisted and pointed.

  Gwen gazed past a few customers and found two young men sitting at a round table closest to the café. The hotties had lean athletic frames and similar facial features. The one on the left had short light-brown hair whereas the one sitting on the right had nearly blond locks. White T-shirts covered their torsos. Gwen couldn’t see any lower. Both looked twenty years younger than she did. Good candidates for my daughters to date. The cutie on the left tilted his head towards her.

  Was he flirting with her by purchasing a cappuccino? Surely he wouldn’t have an interest in her, given the visible age difference.

  Regardless of the reason for his kindness, Gwen couldn’t be rude and refuse their generosity. Smiling, she lifted the cup and gave a single nod.

  “Thank you,” she said to the waiter.

  “Enjoy,” he said before he walked away.

  Gwen sipped on her drink and glanced at the hunks sitting across the way. One had his head turned towards the other and appeared to be talking. Questions continued to form in Gwen’s mind. Were they locals? Had they been watching her long? Were they travelling through Rome like she was? Why did they give her a free drink instead of the young lady with blonde hair and long thin legs sitting two tables from them? Other single good-looking women were around too. So, why had the gentlemen pinpointed Gwen?

  She licked her lips as she set her glass on the saucer. Curiosity gnawed at her brain and she wanted answers to her questions. She grabbed her pen, closed he
r notebook, then leaned over her side. As she stuffed the items into her bag, she considered approaching the guys at the table. Thanking them personally for their kindness would make a great introduction. And if they were locals, perhaps they could suggest nearby less popular places for her to visit. No harm could come from chatting with them.

  Gwen straightened and looked near the café. The table where the charitable fellows had sat was now empty. Her pulse jumped. Had they left already?

  She scanned the area.

  “Signora.”

  Gwen heard a masculine voice behind her and twisted to face the person. She stared with wide eyes as she recognised the hospitable duo. They were tall and wore khaki Bermuda shorts with their casual shirts. Their solid torsos along with their muscular arms and calves were a joy to gaze at.

  “Hi,” she said and smiled.

  The stranger with lighter-coloured hair spoke to her in Italian.

  “I’m sorry, but I only speak English. And thank you for the cappuccino. I appreciate it.”

  They glanced at each other briefly before returning their attention to her. In those few seconds, Gwen noted how similar they looked. They had the same type of short nose, perfect kissable lips and round faces. Were they related?

  The cutie with darker locks smiled. “You’re an American.”

  “Yes. I’m visiting Italy for a few days.” She paused and moved her gaze between them. “Would you like to sit and join me?”

  “Yes, we’d love to.” Mr Blond looked at his friend and gave a single nod.

  The few words accentuated with his Italian accent sent a quiver of excitement through Gwen. Maybe she’d make friends with the two. Perhaps they wouldn’t mind escorting her around Rome.

  Mr Blond sat on her right while his companion took the chair on Gwen’s left.

  “I’m Leo D’Antoni and this is my brother, Paolo.” Mr Blond extended his hand.

  “Gwenevere Stratten.” She accepted his greeting, then Paolo’s. “Ah, you’re brothers. That explains the resemblance.” Upon closer inspection, she noticed both men had captivating green eyes.

  Paolo placed his hand in the centre of his chest. “Twins. I’m the oldest.”