Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
Eve
I twirl in the mirror, watching the skirt of my long black dress swirl around my ankles. Carter is due to arrive any moment, and I’m putting the final touches on my outfit. I eye my jewelry selection and choose a pair of simple gold hoops and add my mother’s strand of pearls.
I run my hand along the shiny pearls, wishing my mother was here for at least the millionth time since she’s been gone. I know she’d love Carter. I wish I could pick up the phone and gush to her about him, send her a photo of the two of us all dressed up and going out together.
How I’d love for her to see me in love with a good man.
But that won’t happen.
I sigh as I try on shoes in the mirror. When Carter knocks at the door, I’m ready and eager to see him.
I throw the door open and fly into his arms, his instant laughter like music to my ears.
“Ready for the opera, Madame Butterfly?”
I laugh with him and nod enthusiastically. We aren’t off to see Madame Butterfly, but the Magic Flute, but his joke is funny anyway.
“I’m ready,” I say, taking a step back and twirling in a circle for him, my skirt flying out around my body.
“You look stunning, babe,” he says, beaming with happiness. He gathers me into his arms and kisses me deeply, gently. My body responds, remembering the intense love making sessions we’d had to tear ourselves away from so we could get ready for our date. I could still feel Carter’s hands and mouth on me, still feel his cock buried deep inside of me.
“You look quite handsome yourself,” I reply. He’s wearing a well-tailored dark suit, his white dress shirt unbuttoned at the neck, his hair slicked back. He looks sexy and polished and I have the sudden urge to tousle his hair and pull him into my bed. I run my hands over his shoulder, shaking my head slowly as I admire him. I reach down and grip his cock through his pants, relishing in the groan that escapes from his mouth as I do. “God, Carter. You’re so fucking hot. I want to just take you back to bed.”
He growls and grabs my hand and pulls it away.
“Don’t tempt me, Eve,” he replies. “I have half a mind to bury my head under your skirt, but how about we do all that when we come back home? I want to go out into the world with you. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
His words light up my heart.
“Deal,” I give in, trying to push away the intense arousal I feel just by looking at him. “But it’s not easy,” I remind him.
He chuckles and shifts his cock around in his slacks. “You think this is easy for me? You drive me crazy, Eve.” He reaches out a hand and caresses my bare shoulder before planting a feathery kiss on it. “I want you every second of every day. I can’t stop thinking about how it feels to have my cock buried so deep inside your pussy.”
His words are like fire, igniting something already smoldering inside of me.
“Well, glad to know I’m not the only one experiencing such excruciating torture,” I quip, kissing him quickly before turning away. I need a little space to breath. He seems to suck all the air out of my lungs, just by simply existing in the same space with me.
“You’re not,” he assures me. “Shall we go?”
“We shall,” I say, as he offers me his arm. I take it, and we walk out of my house together and out into the world as a couple for the first time.
Pride fills my heart to be at Carter’s side.
I look over at him, pleased to see the happiness I feel reflected on his face.
He helps me into the car like a gentleman, and as I wait for him to run around and slide behind the wheel, I take a moment to say a silent little prayer of gratitude to the universe.
Everything is working out so much better than I ever thought it would.
Half an hour later, as we pull up to the imposing glass and metal facade of the exterior of the Seattle Opera, my heart skips a beat with excitement. Carter and I can finally live our life out in the open, and this is the first of what I’m sure will be a lifetime of exciting dates. We still have so much to learn about each other.
His hand grasps mine after we park and head towards the entrance.
“I’m so excited!” Carter says.
“Me, too,” I reply.
His hand feels warm and comforting and we head in together, settling in our seats like a couple of excited teens. The auditorium is already packed and as the crowd streams in, we sit and people watch, pointing out eccentric old ladies and dapper old men to each other.
“I love getting dressed up and looking at other people dressed up,” I say to Carter.
He laughs and nods his head. “It’s fun.”
I look over at him, drinking him in, still in partial disbelief that someone so handsome is my boyfriend. “You’re fun,” I wink. He leans over and kisses my cheek and I lean into his warmth. He puts an arm around me just as the lights dim, and for the next few hours, he keeps it firmly planted there.
We laugh. And cry. And gasp. And laugh some more, the performance completely absent of a dull moment.
By the time it’s over, when Pamina and Tamino come back together and stare at the water and fire down while being protected by the magic flute, we are clinging to each other with the thrill of the drama. When Papegeno is saved by the three flutes at the end from hanging himself, reminded that true happiness is achieved by using his magic bells, we’re both crying.
The performers receive a standing ovation after it’s over and we stand together, joyfully clapping and whistling.
“That was incredible,” I gush on the way out. Carter’s eyes are shining with pleasure, and I feel even closer to him now that we’ve enjoyed such a dramatic retelling together.
“The costumes were stunning,” he says. “But their voices, my god! It was like listening to angels sing.”
“I loved it so much,” I say, as we hit the sidewalk. I stop and turn towards him, the crowd streaming past us. I reach up and touch his face, peering deeply into his beautiful eyes. “Thank you for bringing me here, Carter.”
“I loved it, too, and I wouldn’t have wanted to see that with anyone else.”
He leans down and kisses me, his warm lips delicious on mine. He grabs my hand and we walk down the streets of downtown Seattle, the sun setting over the Puget Sound, the Space Needle glittering in the distance.
Carter pulls me into a dark restaurant and we grab a small table near the bar. The tiny Italian bistro is intimate and quiet, the light flickering off the candle on our table bathing his handsome face in a warm glow. He smiles over at me, the light shining in his eyes.
“You look so beautiful tonight, princess,” he whispers. He’s never called me that out of bed and it gives me a thrill that shoots straight to my pussy. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
Heat rises to my cheeks as I drink in his words. “Thank you, baby,” I whisper.
He orders a bottle of wine and we share spaghetti and meatballs, laughing at our failed attempts to avoid splashing the sauce. Towards the end of the meal, he turns serious.
“I’m meeting up with Aiden tomorrow,” he says. “I’m coming clean about everything.”
“Oh,” I say, nodding. “How do you feel about that?”
“I’m fine,” he shrugs. “He takes it however he takes it.”
“Do you want me to join you?”
“No, I think I’ll do it alone, if you don’t mind. Mano to Mano, if you will,” he says, puffing out his chest. I can’t help but laugh.
“Right, then. Good luck with that,” I say. “Let me know if you need me to bail y’all out of jail, if things go badly.”
“You’ll be the first person I call,” he admits, laughing, as he reaches across the table and grabs my hand.
It feels like the most natural thing in the world to be sitting here with him.
It feels right.
“I guess I should talk to my father soon,” I offer.
“There’s no rush about that,” he says.
“I was thinking I would wait till all my paperwork for my financial aid went through,” I say.
“That does sound like the smart thing to do, actually,” he agrees. “I can ask Aiden not to say anything to him, if you’d like.”
“Yes,” I reply. “Aiden can’t stand him, so I doubt that will be an issue, though.”
He nods, smiling over at me. I can’t help but think about everything he’s lost, though.
“What about your mother?” I ask. “Will you talk to her again about me?”
“I mean, she knows already, pretty much. I don’t see anything I say changing her mind.”
“It’s that bad? She hates me that much?”
“My mom just hates, period. Mostly, she hates herself. And she takes that out on everyone else, indiscriminately.”
His reply makes me hurt for him. I know his mother’s behavior is a giant source of pain for Carter. I want to gather him in my arms and hold him close. Since I can’t do that without everyone in the bistro staring at us, I squeeze his hand and hope he can see the understanding and empathy in my eyes.
“She’s a fool for sacrificing her relationship with you over such nonsense,” I say. “You don’t deserve that.”
“Hey, it’s her loss, right?” He shrugs.
“Definitely,” I agree. “I mean, just look at you.”
I wink at him, hoping to lighten the mood a little. I don’t want our first real date to end on such a sad note.
“Just look at you,” he said, his voice laced with lust, his gaze raking down my face and landing on my cleavage. Slowly, he shakes his head with appreciation and my nipples pebble under the heat of the storm brewing in his eyes. “I can’t wait to get you home.”
“Yeah?” I prod. “What are you going to do to me?”
He takes the bait, much to my delight.
Leaning across the table, he whispers just loud enough for only me to hear.
“First, I’m going to leave that dress in a pile on the floor. And then, slowly, but surely, I’m going to devour every inch of your flesh, Princess. Inch by inch, I’m going to taste you. Until I reach your center, and then I’m going to fuck you with my tongue as deep as it’ll go, until you’re squirming and screaming out my name.”
I can’t breathe. His words have stolen the air from my lungs like a thief in the night, without warning, effortlessly.
I bite my bottom lip, overwhelmed with desire for him. He sits back with a satisfied smug, stealing a drink of wine from the glass like he just stole my breath. He looks like he thinks he’s won, like he’s left me sufficiently squirming under the weight of his erotic words.
And he’s right.
There’s no denying it, so I don’t try to act like I’m not sitting there in a puddle of my own juices, because I am.
But I can play this game, too.
Mimicking him, I lean in over the table and lick my top lip slowly, holding his gaze and not letting go. Under the table, I slip off my stiletto and raise my stockinged foot and press my toes against his crotch.
He gasps at the unexpected touch and I delight in his surprised expression.
“When we get home, I’m going to slide your cock between my lips, Carter. I’m going to twirl my tongue around the head of your hard and throbbing heat, and then I’m going to engulf your shaft, consuming it completely in my mouth, sliding up and down it, until your balls are so tight and engorged that you’re begging me to go faster. And when I do, you’re going to explode inside my mouth, gifting me your warm, delicious release until it’s dripping down my chin.”
Admittedly, this isn’t dinner talk, per se, but we’re finished eating and Carter doesn’t seem to be taking offense. In fact, the quick swelling of his cock under my foot as I’ve been rubbing it up and down his shaft while talking dirty to him, is a clear indication that he’s not upset in the least.
I smile seductively over at him, and then take a sip of my wine, leaving my foot firmly planted against his cock under the table.
“Damn,” he growls, shaking his head. “I think I’ve met my match.”
I wink over at him and laugh softly. “I’m just saying two can play at that game, Carter.”
“And I can’t wait to play,” he admits. He breaks my gaze and gestures to the waiter, his cock rock hard under my toes. “Check please!”
Laughter bubbles up from deep inside of me.