If it had been up to Beau, he would've left the opera at intermission. Mia looked absolutely stunning in the new dress he'd gotten her. She had no idea he'd actually left work early to go shopping to pick it out himself. From the diamond earrings to her heels, he'd picked every item, thinking of her the whole time. As excited as he'd been to see her in the gown, imagining taking it off of her had been his primary vision.
As he'd sat there, watching her so enthralled by the love story before her, it was all he could do to keep his hands off of her. His heart had been pounding in his chest, his breathing staggered, as he took her in. She was even more beautiful than the well-known lead actress on the stage below them. Beau had never seen a woman more gorgeous than the one sitting next to him.
As aroused as he was by her, always, other thoughts had come to mind as he waited for the opera to end. Mia was more than just a beautiful face. She was kind, loving, caring, intelligent, everything he'd ever wanted in a woman. He longed to make her his-forever. He knew the thought was premature; they hadn't even known each other that long. But the fact that he couldn't have her, not solely, not now, encouraged the thought. He'd have to find a way to get Mia to be his, and only his.
In the limo, he pressed those thoughts aside and gave into the passion that had been boiling below the surface all evening. Her sweet mouth welcomed him, the feel of her flesh beneath his hands clouding his mind as he began to forget they were in the back of a car and not home, in his bed. A sudden stop reminded him that he needed to tamper his emotions until he got her into his bedroom or else they'd be starting and stopping, and once he started, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself from taking Mia completely.
His mouth was on her neck, his teeth nipping, his tongue tasting her skin, and Mia was making that soft moaning sound that excited him so that he felt as if he might climb out of his skin. "God, Beau!" she whispered, her hands clawing at the bottom of his shirt as she attempted to untuck it from his dress pants.
Mia swung her leg over him so that she was straddling him, yanking the expensive gown up as she climbed over. There wasn't much give in the fabric, so she pulled it higher, the layers twisting around her waist. With one arm wrapped around her waist to keep her close, he slid his other hand through the side of her gown, under her arm, fighting the lacy bra he know wished he'd skipped, to find a hardened nipple. It was a lot of work but when she raised her face to the ceiling, her eyes closed, her teeth grinding together, he was glad he'd made the effort.
"I want you so bad," Mia moaned, her eyes flying open as she looked him in the face.
"We'll be home soon." He continued to work her nipple, weighing what might happen if he just ripped her gown off of her.
"I can't wait." Her breathing was heavy. Beau continued to hold her gaze for a moment, but then Mia's mouth came crashing down on his, her lips wet, her tongue thrusting deep into his mouth the same way he wanted to fill her completely. Grinding her pelvis against him, she slid her hand down his face to her own knees and tugged at the gown again, but it was at its capacity. More pulling would mean ripping. Beau wasn't opposed to that, despite the unbelievably expensive price tag on this particular gown, but he had an idea that they'd be pulling into his drive in a minute or two, and part of him suddenly wanted to see what might happen if he made her wait. He'd never seen her so ravenous before. Had it been the opera that had her turned on so completely? Something he'd done? Beau didn't allow himself to consider she might be thinking of his brother. She'd moaned his name after all.
Despite the restrictions of the gown, Mia wasn't giving up. She continued to gyrate against him. The dress was preventing him from feeling her sopping wet pussy against the bulge in his pants, but watching her was making him even harder. Beau pulled his hand away from her breast and settled both of them on her hips.
Mia looked injured, as if she couldn't believe he would take away such a source of pleasure. Her eyes were wide as she puzzled over his actions. A crooked grin slid across his face, and her eyes narrowed. She knew what he was thinking, that he was teasing her. Mia stopped moving her hips, and for a moment, he thought he'd gone too far, that her mood had shifted, and she was no longer interested in the mind blowing sex Beau was certain they'd be engaged in as soon as they got home.
With her eyes still on his, Mia slid off of him, but not onto the seat. Instead, she knelt on the floor, her breasts rubbing against his thighs as she tugged his zipper down and freed his throbbing dick.
She'd given him head before, but it was nothing like this. Her tongue teased around the tip a few times as she lapped up the precum, and then, Mia devoured him, taking him all the way into her mouth, to the back of her throat, in one gulp. Beau groaned as a massive ripple of pleasure made his entire body tighten. He dug his fingernails into the door, the other hand pressed to the car seat. How had she fit so much of him into her mouth all at once?
Mia didn't slow down. She continued to lick and suck, working him into her mouth almost to the shaft, time and again. Beaus' body was shuddering in a matter of seconds, and he had to close his eyes, a litany of curses sliding out of his mouth as he fought to keep from filling her entire throat with his seed. The sensation was so intense, he never wanted it to end. Yet, he knew the release would feel so good....
Out of options, Beau felt every muscle tighten and then, a deep roar escaped his lips as he shot into her mouth. His head was spinning, and he fully expected to open his eyes to see Mia choking and gagging on so much cum shooting out of him at such a high velocity, but when he opened his eyes, she was smiling at him, daintily wiping the corner of her mouth as if she'd just swallowed a biscuit with her tea.
"Holy fuck, Mia," he muttered, unable to say anything else.
She smiled at him and got off of the floorboards, pulling her dress back down and sitting across from him. Beau could tell they were in the driveway now; he needed to fix his pants, but he couldn't move.
The gleam in her eye told him she wasn't done yet, that she expected to be repaid for her kindness, and Beau swore he wouldn't disappoint her. As the car came to a stop, he imagined all of the things he was about to do to her and felt himself growing hard again already.