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I reward her with a soft kiss on her cheek, affection filling me. “Good girl.”
As I walk into the Seattle Opera House with Candace by my side, pride and satisfaction build inside of me. I’m the kind of man who goes after what he wants, and what I want is Candace, body and soul. I’m determined to make tonight a night that Candace will never forget.
It has been a few days since I last saw her, and I’m anxious to have her all to myself in the privacy of my suite—just her and me in the darkness, surrounded by the music that speaks of love and loss.
The Seattle Opera House is a grand and ornate building, with marble columns and intricate carvings adorning the exterior. The large glass doors lead into a spacious lobby, filled with the bustling energy of theatergoers.
Candace’s lips are parted slightly as she looks up and around, fascinated by everything around her. She’s an open book, absorbing all the grandeur and new sights readily. Knowing Candace is so eager to experience new things…new pleasures…makes me half hard, and I have to concentrate to resist pulling her into an alcove and continuing what we started on the ride over.
We ascend a grand staircase lined with red carpet, and I lead Candace to my private box. The box is located on the second level of the theater, offering a perfect view of the stage below. More importantly, it’s totally isolated from the rest of the attendees, and there’s a lock on the door that I plan on activating the second we’re alone.
I unlock the door with a flourish and we step inside, finding comfortable seats waiting for us. My private suite is small and intimate, with plush red velvet curtains framing the windows and a small table set with sparkling wine and strawberries.
As we settle into our seats, I feel the anticipation. For the show, but more so for Candace’s first experience at such a presentation. I want to give her many firsts, and this is just the beginning. The lights dim and the curtain rises, signaling the start of the performance. I turn to Candace and take her hand, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that she belongs to me, even if she hasn’t realized it yet. I’m determined to make every moment with her count.
I want a marriage and children with Candace. I find every part of her attractive, and the sweet, awestruck way she takes everything in makes me even more invested in her. The way Candace looks at the world is so refreshing, so different from the jaded, pushy women that have tried to pursue me before. Candace is genuine, and that is a rarity these days. I know that my commitment might seem a little fast for her, but I’m more than happy to take things slow if it makes her feel more comfortable.
As the curtain rises, I can't help but sneak glances at the woman sitting beside me. I’m normally completely engrossed in the performance, but tonight, I find myself more captivated by the look of wonder on Candace's face as she takes in the sights and sounds of the opera for the first time.
While the story of Violetta and Alfredo's doomed love unfolds, I find myself barely able to pay attention to the action on stage. I’m too busy stealing glances at her, studying the way the dim light from the stage reflects in her eyes and the way her lips part in surprise at the soaring melodies. The music, as I expected from such an empathetic person, affects Candace in a visceral way.
At the start, she was sipping champagne and nibbling strawberries as we spoke, but now, she has eyes only for the stage and the stunning, tragic actress portraying Violetta. I reach out to touch her shoulder, giving her a grounding point, and she automatically covers my hand with her own.
I just know we have a connection, and I can't ignore this attraction between us. It's more than just a physical attraction. I'm drawn to her mind and her personality as well. But…seeing the way she leans forward to watch everything, displaying the long line of her neck and her ample chest, the physical attraction is forcing its way front and center.
How far will Candace let me go with her tonight? I’m anxious to find out.
I can't help myself. As the orchestra plays on, I pull her in for a passionate kiss. We're in the middle of the show, but in my private box, no one can possibly see us. We’re totally alone. I can't resist the urge to show her how much I want her, and although she yelps in surprise when I first drag her into my lap, Candace quickly responds with equal fervor as she kisses me back.
My lips are hungry and urgent as I devour hers, my hands gripping her tightly as I deepen the kiss. Within minutes, she’s melting into my embrace as the music and the drama on stage fade into the background. We're lost in each other, completely caught up in the moment, her legs on either side of me as she wiggles against the hardness of my cock beneath her.
Take it slow,the reasonable part of me chants in my head.Take it slow!
But it’s not the reasonable part of me in control tonight. It’s the exact opposite.
“I can’t get enough of you,” I growl between kisses, and Candace’s eyes glaze over with arousal.
“Let me make you feel good,” she pleads, cupping my face with her small hands. “Show me how to please you, Cannon.”
What she says is like a lightning bolt to my cock, and my hands, which had been touching her gently, lock onto her hips like a vise as I push up against her. “Don’t tempt me,” I tell her seriously, but Candace is more than ready to prove she isn’t bluffing.
She watches my face as she slowly slides down my body, her dress pooling around her on the ground. It’s so dark up here that I can barely see her, but I drink in the sight nonetheless. Music is still flowing around us, but it’s just a minor distraction as Candace hesitantly palms my cock through my pants. That small touch feels so good that my eyes almost cross.
“We can wait, sweetheart,” I assure her, still doing nothing to stop her.
“I don’t want to wait,” she confesses. “I don’t want to second guess myself and chicken out. Will you let me do this?”
“Fuck…of course I will, baby. Go ahead and suck my cock if that’s what you really want.”
It’s surreal, looking out at the show on stage one second and looking back down at Candace pulling my cock out of my now-open pants, her hand barely fitting around it. She gulps nervously, seeing it for the first time, but my Candace is determined, and after a second of thought she begins to stroke me, eyes flicking to my face every few seconds to gauge my reaction.
Nothing has ever felt better or looked hotter. That is, until she ducks her head and her pink tongue darts out to taste the head, and I feel like I’m delirious with need. I thread my fingers through her hair and cup the back of her head, not guiding her just yet, but letting her explore to her heart's content. She starts with little licks and moves on to swirling her tongue around my member before sucking the entire head between her lips and into her mouth.
I groan, the sound lost in the soaring music, and Candace pauses. “Is that okay?” she asks.
“More than okay,” I huff, now pushing her head forward once more until her lips are touching the head of my cock again. “Why don’t you do it again?”
Candace obliges, and before long, she’s sucking my cock in deep swallows, head bobbing up and down while I cup the back of her head. She can only take half of me until I hit the back of her throat, but it’s more than enough combined with the erotic sight of Candace looking up at me as she works me over.
