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Eden poured every ounce of her pent-up emotions into the words, her voice rising and falling with the cadence of Beatrice's righteous anger. As she delivered the final line, she felt as if she'd been cracked open, raw and exposed. She stood there, panting slightly, waiting for Genevieve's critique.
But instead of the usual notes, Genevieve was on her feet, striding toward up onto stage as she clapped slowly. “Now that . . .” She shook her head with a stunned chuckle, closing the distance between them and tucking a stray curl behind Eden’s ear. “That was breathtaking, Eden.”
Eden flushed with pride, a warmth spreading through her chest at Genevieve's praise.
"You’re magnificent," Genevieve breathed, pulling Eden closer to plant a soft kiss on her forehead. "I knew you had it in you, but that . . . that was something special."
Genevieve stood back slightly as her gaze locked onto Eden, a mixture of awe and hunger blazing in her eyes. The intensity of that look sent a shiver down Eden's spine, her breath catching in her throat. For a heartbeat, they stood frozen, the air between them charged with electricity.
Then Genevieve suddenly surged forward, closing the distance between them like it was causing her physical pain. Her hands cupped Eden's face, fingers tangling in her hair as she pulled her into a searing kiss. Eden gasped against Genevieve's lips, her knees going weak as Genevieve's tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her with a ferocity that left her dizzy.
When they finally broke apart, both panting slightly, the director’s expression had turned softer, vulnerable even. "God, Eden," she breathed, tracing the actress’s lower lip with her thumb. "You're incredible. I don’t worship you as much as you deserve."
Eden blinked, her mind struggling to process Genevieve's words through the haze of arousal. "What do you mean?" she asked.
A slow, almost predatory smile spread across Genevieve's face. "You always do so well for me. Fuck knows you kill me every time I see you on your knees," she purred, her hands sliding down Eden's ribs to grip her hips. "But it doesn’t always have to be that way between us. Let me treat you like a goddess for once."
Before Eden could fully comprehend what was happening, Genevieve was sinking to her knees in front of her. Eden's eyes went wide, darting around the empty theatre as panic mingled with excitement in her chest. "Genevieve, what are you?" Her words cut off in a sharp gasp as Genevieve's fingers disappeared beneath the hem of Eden’s skirt. She hooked them into the waistband of Eden’s panties, slowly dragging them down her legs.
"Shh," Genevieve soothed, looking up at Eden through her lashes. "Just relax. I want to taste you." She pressed a soft kiss to Eden's inner thigh, making her shiver. "I want you to ride my face."
Eden stopped breathing altogether, her heart pounding so hard she was sure Genevieve must be able to hear it. "Here?" she squeaked, glancing nervously at the rows of empty seats. "But what if someone?"
"No one's here,” Genevieve assured her gently lifting Eden’s feet one at a time until she’d pulled her underwear offcompletely and shoved them in her pocket. "It's just us. Don't you want to feel my tongue inside you?"
A low moan escaped Eden's throat at Genevieve's words. Of course, she wanted it. But the thought of doing this here, now, in the middle of the stage . . . it was thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.
Genevieve appeared to be experiencing no such hesitation as she scooted back, settling herself on the stage floor. "Come here," she coaxed, beckoning with her fingers. "Straddle my face. Let me reward you."
Eden's legs seemed to move of their own accord, carrying her forward until she was standing over Genevieve. With gentle hands, Genevieve guided her down, positioning Eden's knees on either side of her head. Eden found herself facing out toward the empty auditorium, the vastness of the space before her making her feel simultaneously exposed and powerful.
Adrenaline surged through Eden's veins, causing her entire body to tremble. The risk of their public location combined with the heady anticipation of what was to come had her hovering on the knife's edge of pleasure already. She could feel Genevieve's warm breath against her aching pussy, the sensation already making her squirm with need.
"God, I love how wet you get for me. Always so responsive," Genevieve murmured, her words vibrating against Eden's sensitive flesh. "So fucking sexy."
And then Genevieve's mouth was on her, her tongue laving a broad stroke up Eden’s vulva. Eden's head fell back, a guttural moan tearing from her throat at the exquisite sensation. Genevieve's hands gripped Eden's thighs, holding her steady as she began to explore in earnest.
Eden's hips began to move immediately, grinding down against Genevieve's eager mouth as she relished the unfamiliar power of this new position. She braced her hands on her thighs,her nails digging into her skin as waves of pleasure rolled through her body. Genevieve's tongue circled her clit before sliding back, fucking into her with quick, shallow thrusts that had Eden seeing stars.
"Oh god," Eden gasped, her eyes squeezed shut as she rode Genevieve's face with increasing urgency. "Oh fuck, Genevieve, yes!"
Genevieve hummed in approval, maybe even a little self-satisfaction. Her tongue returned to Eden's clit, sucking the sensitive bud between her lips as her fingers dug into the soft flesh of Eden's ass, urging her to move faster.
Eden could feel her orgasm building fast, a tight coil of heat low in her belly that threatened to snap at any moment. She forced her eyes open, her gaze sweeping across the empty seats before her. The knowledge that anyone could walk in and see them like this, see her writhing and moaning as Genevieve's tongue worked magic between her legs, sent a fresh surge of arousal through her.
As the pressure built to an almost unbearable level, Eden found herself overcome with the need to touch Genevieve, to make her feel even a fraction of the pleasure currently coursing through her own body. Without thinking, she bent forward, her hands fumbling with the button of Genevieve's trousers.
Genevieve made a questioning noise against her, but Eden was too far gone to explain. She managed to work the zipper down, plunging her hand into Genevieve's underwear. Her fingers found Genevieve's clit, slick and swollen, and began to press in tight circles.
The moan that vibrated against Eden's pussy told her that Genevieve was more than happy with this development. The director's hips bucked up into Eden's touch as she sealed her lips around Eden's clit, sucking hard as her tongue flicked rapidly over it.
Eden's world narrowed to a pinpoint of sensation - Genevieve's mouth on her, her own fingers working furiously between Genevieve's legs, the cool air of the theatre on her overheated skin. She teetered on the edge for what felt like an eternity, pleasure building and building until she thought she might shatter completely from the intensity of it. Hell, she might never recover.
And then, with a final swirl of Genevieve's tongue, Eden fell. Her orgasm barrelled into her like a freight train, her body convulsing violently as she cried out Genevieve's name. Her hips jerked erratically against Genevieve's face as wave after wave rolled through her.
Through the haze of her own release, Eden was dimly aware of Genevieve tensing beneath her, a muffled cry vibrating against her oversensitive flesh as Genevieve found her own climax. The knowledge that she had brought Genevieve to orgasm, even in the throes of her own pleasure, was an added bonus that left her drowning in the bliss of it all. The times they came together were always Eden’s favourites, that added connection fuelling the emotions that always threatened to overwhelm her when they were intimate.
As the last tremors of her orgasm faded, Eden soon became acutely aware of the ache in her knees and the trembling in her thighs. Carefully, she swung her leg over Genevieve's head, collapsing onto the stage beside her with a soft groan.
