Passion at the Opera Read Online Free Page B

dropped it.
    A glance at the screen showed the message. Instantly, a smile spread across her face.
    I regret I had a business matter to attend to earlier. Please tell me your dirty mind is still intact and your naughty body is in need of my services. Least not forget I have a ticket for the Opera.
    Gwen bit her lip and sat on the bed. Warmth spread throughout her body and coiled below her navel as she reread his words. She prepared her response to him.
    Rest assured, polluted thoughts continue to fill my head while my body craves attention. What services have you to offer? I still want your extra ticket.
    She sent the text, then propped the pillow behind her. Minutes passed. While she waited for his reply, she switched on the television and turned off the lamp. Her phone buzzed as she slipped her robe off and tucked her legs under the covers.
    Tell me your impure thoughts, my sweet one. And I shall share mine. As for my services, my tongue would ravage you first. I’d bring you to climax and lick every bit of essence from you. Of course, I wouldn’t stop there. Do you believe my services would satisfy?
    Gwen’s nipples stiffened and her panties became wet. She imagined him between her legs, stroking her nub and doing every bit of what he’d described. He’d planted the seed of desire and it blossomed, spreading like a vine through her body. Longing for him, she caressed her breasts and pretended it was Nikolaus touching her. Oh, how she wanted it to be him. Head swimming with need, she typed a message for him.
    Your services would please me greatly. A shame I didn’t get a chance to offer any of mine at the restaurant. I continue to think about your rigid dick, especially as I lay here half naked in my bed. I’d welcome the chance to wrap my lips around your cock and slide it in and out of my mouth. I’d suck on your delicious candy and make you come. Damn, my wicked mind is filled with hot lusty ideas.
    She tapped the ‘send’ button, then stared at the ceiling. She wished he were with her now. Her body craved a man’s touch and fulfilment. Maybe she should’ve packed her vibrator. Knowing her luck someone would’ve confiscated it as she passed through customs.
    Another communication came through and she lifted her phone.
    I admire and adore your wanton thoughts. Believe me when I say my dick his hard for you, my sweet one. It aches to plunder deep inside your womanly confines. Tell me, are you wet?
    Gwen entered her response.
    My pussy weeps for you and desires your stiff erection. Will you fill me and make me come, Nikolaus?
    She laid her cell next to her, then slithered her hands down her chest and below her navel. She stopped when she’d reached her pubic mound and pressed a palm over her damp panties. Masturbation would offer some relief.
    Her phone buzzed, jarring her attention. She read Nikolaus’ message.
    I will gladly give you what you seek after the show tomorrow. I can’t stress enough how eager I am to spend time with you.
    Gwen smiled as she entered her reply.
    I’m most grateful for your hospitality and I’m ever so willing to show my appreciation. Do I need a formal dress to attend?
    She turned over onto her side and slid her hand over the soft surface of the mattress. The cool sheet soothed her heated skin but did little to relieve the flame between her legs. She considered another shower.
    Her cell called her attention and she lifted it.
    I do require certain attire since it is a public function. I will arrange for you to meet one of my assistants tomorrow afternoon. I will send you the details in the morning. How are you feeling?
    Gwen smiled and entered her response.
    I look forward to your instructions. Thank you for your generosity. I admit our conversation has left me hot and bothered. Another shower may help alleviate my symptoms.
    She sent the communication, then rolled onto her back with the phone still in her grasp. Her body ached for pleasure. Since she didn’t have a toy to play