"Yes, oh god, Bear, please. I need to come," Gillian pleaded, her body needing the release badly.
John released her hair to gently stroke her cheek. His eyes were soft with love as he said, "Then come, kitten.
Patrick gripped Gillian's breasts in his hands as she leaned back against his chest and began to grind her hips on the Irishman's cock. Biting her shoulder, he growled, "Fuck, kitty. What the bloody hell are you doing to me, love? Tell me to come in that sweet pussy. I want to fill you with my load."
Gillian rode the Irishman with a fevered frenzy as she watched John intently. Without taking her eyes off the Brit, she said, "Come in me, Pat. Come deep inside me." Feeling her own impending orgasm, Patrick's cock hit her G-spot once more before John caught her cry in his mouth as his mouth smashed down on hers. Her body jerked and her legs quivered as she rode the wave of complete satisfaction as John mated his tongue with hers. Just as Gillian came, Patrick growled out as he, too, exploded. Her contracting vaginal walls milked his cock as his head fell back in surrender and he closed his eyes. Breaking the kiss and breathing heavily, John pulled Gillian's head back before he also came all over her huge, milky white breasts. Needing to feel her mouth on his cock, John eased it into her mouth as she hungrily sucked every drop from the tip. Just as the Brit pulled his receding dick from her mouth, his mouth found hers as Patrick hugged her back to his chest and placed kisses on her neck and shoulders. As if on cue, the audience below them erupted into applause at the end of the third act.
Breaking the kiss with a giggle, Gillian asked, "Think that's for us or the performers on the stage?"
"If they saw us, I guarantee it's for you." John smiled, feeling relaxed as he put his cock back into his pants before stroking her face.
"You know, kitty," Patrick began, turning her face to him as he kissed her swollen lips. "You're a very dangerous woman, lovey. We haven't known each other long, but I have a difficult time picturing life before meeting you. You make a man completely lose himself."
"I really like you too, Patrick." Gillian smiled, touched by his words before kissing his lips again. Just as the Irishman began to deepen the kiss, John grabbed her bound hands and eased her off Patrick's cock. Kissing her lips once more, the Brit began untying Gillian's hands. When her hands were free, John placed a kiss on both of her inner wrists. She then threw her arms around his neck before saying, "Thank you, Pooh Bear. I love you."
"I know. I love you too." John grinned, fondling her ass cheeks in his hands. His eyes then touched on Patrick who was adjusting his pants and standing up. Looking over his shoulder to his mate, John said, "Don't you have somewhere to be, boyo? I know you got distracted by my beautiful kitten and her succulent pussy, but I need alone time with my woman."
"I'm going, asshole." The Irishman smiled, fully content in the moment. Coming up behind Gillian, he whispered in her ear, "Thank you for that, lovey. You were absolutely amazing. I look forward to our next encounter."
"Me too," Gillian cooed, kissing his lips once more before he winked at her and turned to leave the box. Taking a deep breath, she looked back at John who had a boyish smile playing on his lips. His dimples made him even more gorgeous if that was possible. "You're so handsome, John. I could just sit and stare at you for hours. I have to pinch myself sometimes, because I still have a hard time believing that you're mine."
"I know what you mean, kitten," John replied, nuzzling her neck. "When I think about how long you were living in London before we met, it just pisses me off. I hate that you've struggled in your past, love. You never will again."
"I'm going to hold you to that, Bear," Gillian said softly, tears in her eyes as she hugged John closer to her full, lush body. "But if I'm no longer struggling with my past, then you can't either. You take away my pain, and I take away yours."
John raised up to look deeply into her eyes. Stroking her flawless face, the two of them just stood there, enjoying each other's loving embrace. He silently thanked his creator for bringing him a woman so perfect. Placing a kiss on her lips, he said, "Let's get out of here, sweetheart. Go to the loo, clean yourself up, and meet me downstairs in about twenty minutes. I have a surprise for you. Don't keep me waiting, kitten." John then kissed Gillian's lips once more, pulled down her skirt, and abruptly left the box.
A few minutes later, Gillian was walking with Luther and three other guards down the staircase toward the back entrance to the building. When they reached the exit door, Luther wrapped a warm, plush blanket around her shoulders. Opening the door, Gillian was stunned to see a white and gold Victorian carriage pulled by two black and white Clydesdale horses. Again, she felt tears spring to her emerald eyes. She could not believe that John had done this for her. It was by far the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for her.
"Do you like it?" John asked, coming up behind her and wrapping his beefy arms around her waist.
Turning in his arms, she smashed her lips to his before screaming, "Yes, I love it, Bear! I've always wanted to go on a carriage ride. I can't believe you did this!"
"Well then, ladies first." John smiled, loving the joy he saw beaming on her face. Gillian was always so free with her emotions. He loved that about her. Kissing his lips once more, she walked past John, and Luther helped her into the carriage. The Brit immediately crawled in behind her and covered them with a couple of blankets, to fight against the cold night air. As Gillian snuggled closer to him for warmth, John put his arms around her and allowed himself to relax as well.
When the carriage took off, she asked, "Who is driving this thing, and exactly where are you taking me, Mr. Kenric?"
Lying back in the seat somewhat, John pulled Gillian on him as he cuddled deeper into the covers with her. "Luther is driving the carriage, and we are heading to Primrose Hill for some star gazing and a late night picnic."
"That sounds so romantic, Bear." Gillian smiled, kissing his lips again. "Is that what Patrick is taking care of at the moment?"
"Yes. I needed him to handle a few things for me. Plus, it gives me time alone with you. We haven't had much of that, lovey, and I want to rectify that. Are you warm enough?"
"I am," she said softly. John emitted so much warmth, it was like he was her own personal heater. "So, have you enjoyed the evening so far?"
"You couldn't tell?" John smiled, rubbing his nose against hers. "I thought I had made my enjoyment of the evening quite clear at the restaurant and the theater. You surprised me tonight, kitten, and that's not an easy feat."
"How did I surprise you?"
"Well, jacking me off in the restaurant was one." John chuckled, his hands resting on her plump bottom. "That was a first for me, and there is not much left on my list that I haven't tried. I was also pleasantly surprised by your submissiveness at the theater. You are a beautiful woman, kitten, but when you are obedient, you are even sexier to me. Seeing you straddling Pat with your hands bound and watching me the whole time…fuck, that made my cock hard. I've never been that aroused before."
"Why does seeing me submissive turn you on so much? I know you've had other women do that for you before—"