Smut for Ladies by Ladies

Sing For Me

Abigail fought the urge to bite her lip. It'd ruin her lipstick and she had only just put it on. She straightened her dress and stepped out into the living room. She had everything she needed; the ticket, the taxi had been called, and her purse with essentials was on her arm. Abigail entered the taxi and gave the driver the address for the opera house.

The night air sparkled with the freshly falling snow. The air was crisp and put a rosy tint to her checks as she left the taxi for the entrance hall. A shadow detached itself from the wall and Dmitri glided to her right. He was handsome with his suit and freshly pulled back hair. He offered her an arm as his dark eyes raked over her form.

"You look... ravishing," he murmured into her ear.

"Don't be silly," she spoke shyly, "I look a little ridiculous."

"Ravishing." He reiterated.

She blushed heavily and he handed their tickets to the usher.

"Have a good evening, sir, madam," the usher nodded.

"We plan on it," Dmitri purred as he pulled Abigail with him up the stairs to their private viewing booth.

The opera was beautiful and Abigail felt moved to tears. She turned to thank Dmitri for this evening half-way through the second act only to find him with his hand on his chin and his eyes on her.

She blushed fiercely, "You haven't been watching me this whole time, have you?"

A slow smile worked its way across his face, "And if I have?"

"I'd say your priorities are a little skewed. I'm not nearly so interesting."

His hand slowly reached out and caressed her face, "I must disagree, my dear, I find you fascinating."

She bit her lip as sparks seemed to ignite from his touch. His eyes fell to her lips and he smiled in a slow predatory way. "Thank you, for all this," she breathed.

"Don't thank me just yet," he purred as he leaned in closer.

Her mouth opened in shocked surprise as his hand fell on her knee and his forehead leaned against her own. "Why deny yourself further enjoyment of the evening by thanking me before the main course?"

"Main course?" she breathed against his lips.

His hand slowly slid into the slit of her dress and up her leg to dangerous waters. "I can make you sing like any of those women down there. Just say the word."

Abigail was breathing heavily as she stared into the dark pools of Dmitri's eyes. "I... Please."

His lips gently touched her own before he pulled back with a satisfied smile. "Sing for me," he crooned and his fingers caressed her sex.

"Ah!" escaped her mouth before she could help herself and she covered her mouth in embarrassment.

Dmitri's fingers gently pulled her underwear aside. His long fingers dipped into her wet folds and swirled around her clit. Without warning, he slid his fingers deep within her and curled them.

"Dmitri!" she managed to stifle.

He smirked, "Would you like to finish?"

She nodded, breathless and chest heaving.

His voice took on a hard glint, "The only way you're getting off is on my thigh."

Abigail looked at his lean muscular body and, without a word of protest, stood and moved to straddle his leg.

"That's my girl," he murmured and gave her a deep kiss. Their tongues danced as Abigail rocked her body against his. The friction of his pant leg felt delicious against her and she moaned into his mouth.

The crescendo was building; both in Abigail's body and the opera below.

She rocked faster against him and he growled, his hands finding her waist to push her down and increase the friction. "Dmitri!" she mewled.

"Yes, cum for me," he moaned into her ear.

"I love you!" she cried and she felt him shudder beneath her and her touch.

"Say it again," he ordered.

"I love you, Dmitri," she whispered into his ear, suckling on the earlobe.

A deep-throated groan broke from his throat and Abigail threw her head back as she screamed out in pleasure, the opera house oblivious as the soprano below sang her own heart out.

"Take me home," she panted as she collapsed against him.

"Right now?" he laughed.

"Right now. To your bed."

He moaned in delicious thought and picked her up. "Very well, my lady," he crooned.