Pippas POV:
We finished another successful show of Guys and Dolls and lined up for our curtain call. I felt Steve next to me tightly gripping my hand. Instantly, I know he's upset and beating himself up over something so small. He's a perfectionist like myself. After we take our bows he leads me off the stage and we head to our dressing rooms.
We have separate dressing rooms because it wouldn't be appropriate etiquette to share one even if we are married.
I quickly change out of my costume and into my casual streetwear clothes donning some white pants and a black sheer top. I grab my stuff and knock on Steve's door across the hall.
"Who is it?" Steve asked gruffly.
"It's me baby" I answer softly and he opens the door to allow me entry.
Steve is half dressed and looks incredibly handsome but disappointed in himself.
"What's wrong baby? How can I help?" I ask softly stroking his hand.
"Can we go back to the hotel? As in no stopping at stage door or to talk to anyone in general. I know you have a lot of fans that want to see you but I really can't tonight." Steve asked me hesitantly.
"Of course we can. Hey you come first to me Steven." I tell him forcing his chin up to look me directly in the eyes.
Steve smiles softly, "thanks babe. I don't know what I'd do without you."
We gather our belongings after Steve finishes changing and make our way to one of the service elevators in order to sneak out without being seen. We arrive back to our hotel shortly after and Steve sits on the bed.
"Ok no more moping! It's just us. What's wrong?" I ask leaning against the tv stand across from the bed directly in front of him.
"I was awful tonight, I ruined the whole show." Steve muttered putting his head between his hands.
"No you didn't. You missed the tiniest line, it was barely noticeable. Besides, everyone messes up. James flubbed a line tonight too. Now I'm going to give you some tough love like you did when I forgot the lyrics to burn during Hamilton. It happens, no one died, let's move on."
Steve cracked a small smile, "I forgot I said that to you. Man am I a jackass sometimes."
"Well, you're my jackass. My incredibly human husband." I inch closer to the bed and sit behind him starting to give his tense shoulders a massage.
"What happened to tough love, babe?" Steve asked holding back a moan.
I shrugged,"well I guess I was never good at being tough."
I then leaned in to kiss the space between his shoulder blades.
"Why, Phillipa, are you trying to seduce me?"
"Depends. Will it distract you and make you feel better?" I ask him fluttering my eyelashes at him.
He surprises me by pushing me down on the bed, I land with my head hitting the soft pillow.
Steve hovers on top of me and I unbuckle his belt quickly. He lifts his shirt off and throws his jeans across the room. He slowly unbuttons my pants while kissing my neck. I lift myself up so he can slide them off my body.
"You're taking too long." I whisper out of breath pushing him off me gently before ripping the rest of my clothes off.
"Impatient are we?" Steve asks mockingly.
"Don't tease me. I need you now" I groan frustrated.
"Be patient baby." He whispers as he makes his way closer down my body stopping to press sweet kisses between my inner thighs getting closer to where I need him.
Steve began to do wonders with his tongue, I almost saw stars. I grab a fistful of his hair and hold him down there while I'm riding his face.
"I'm gonna cum-" I let out in a single breath.
Steve laps it up and slowly removes his head from its previous position.
"I know, I'm that good" Steve smirks cockily.
I'd smack him but he's not wrong.
Instead, I bring his face down towards mine and kiss him hungrily.
I push his chest lightly to indicate I want to go on top and ride him.
"Oh fuck! Babe that's so good keep going" Steve exclaims while I'm riding him.
I'm starting to get close to another orgasm and can't keep up the fast pace. Steve sensing this pulled out, began to flip us over and re entered me before I could whine at the loss of his nine inch cock.
Steve began thrusting rapidly and released into me. I also let go and orgasmed for the second time that night.
I sigh happily satisfied but also exhausted and Steve kisses my forehead.
"I love you my angel," he tells me while looking into my eyes.
"I love you too my Steve. But you're going to have to pull out of me now. I'd like to shower."
Steve sighs and pulls out and says under his breath, "if I could I'd never let you leave this bedroom."
"Alright. Easy, mr. kidnapper." I giggle and make my way towards the shower. I pause when I notice he's still in bed.
I turn back to glance at him, "well, aren't you going to join me?"
He smirks and jumps out of bed faster than it takes him to angry tweet. Damn he really is still horny. Well I'll take care of that in the shower.
