Let Me Love You

Chapter 18

The next evening, as they sat in the movie theater, pretending to watch the previews on the screen, Alex's hand found its way to her bare thigh. She smirked to herself, avoiding his gaze and secretly pleased with herself for choosing to wear a dress and boots.

Slowly, his fingers dragged the material farther up her leg and she cleared her throat. He glanced over to find her staring at him. "What are you doing?" she mouthed so the couple several rows in front of them couldn't hear. They were the only other people in the theater and Alex wanted to laugh at how overly cautious she was being.

"I'm bored," he whispered back, shrugging his shoulders with a smug smile on his face.

She leaned toward him, pressing her lips against his ear. "There are people in here."

He chuckled, tracing circles on her exposed thigh. "I know," he breathed, pulling back and staring at her lips. "That's part of the fun."

She glanced nervously at the couple in front of them, then back at him. A smile crept across her face just as the lights went dim and the movie began. "Proceed," she smirked, leaning back in her chair and turning her attention to the screen.

He smiled to himself, watching his fingers drag her skirt up until he reached the bottom of her lace panties. Her breath hitched as he traced the pad of his index finger along the already damp fabric. Glancing up at her face again, he noticed that her eyes were heavy, though she tried to appear unfazed, and her teeth tugged at her bottom lip.

A loud crash on the screen had them both frozen in their seats for a moment before he suddenly realized this would be the best time for her to make all the noise she wanted. His hand clutched her knee, and he tugged her legs open, draping the right one over his left thigh to allow him more access. She gasped, reaching out to grab his wrist as he slipped his hand under the waistband of her panties.

The action on the screen continued, loud bangs covering her now frantic moans as he rubbed her clit.

"Alex," she cried, just loud enough for him to hear. He slid one finger inside her and her grip tightened on his arm. His eyes now glued to her face, unable to tear them away from his wife who was now writhing in her chair. All previous pretenses dropped as she gave herself over to the pleasure.

He could feel the tension building in his pants; her expression so erotic and beautiful that he ached to be inside her.

Her head dropped back as he slowed his strokes, dragging her wetness up to her clit and circling her sensitivity with barely any pressure.

"Alex, more, please. Don't stop, don't st—" she choked out between sobs. The screen went black for a moment, the theater suddenly silent save her fitful breathing.

His lips dropped to her ear and he whispered, "Don't make a sound." Her eyes flicked open and she stared at him, coming back to reality as the beginning credits rolled. The music from the movie much quieter now and not likely to hide her screams. Nonetheless, he couldn't contain himself any longer and dropped to his knees in front of her.