Intermission

You lie there exhausted, her on top of you, the only motion your cock pumping your seed into her womb. When that finishes, you wrap your arms around her. She wiggles in comfort. You kiss her. Her forehead. Her eyelids. Her nose. Her lips.

“You feel better now.”

She blissfully nods.

“That was amazing. What got into you?”

“I didn’t want to lose you. I didn’t want to lose tonight.”

“Lose me? How could you lose me?”

“I… I’ve been with you five months, and this is our first date. Our first night, just you and me. I was frightened I’d lose it. You were so majestic in there, so in control, and I worried someone else would see it. And tonight, all those beautiful women,” she lists off a string of female celebrities that were there, all gorgeous, all dressed appropriately. “I saw how they looked at you. They wanted you. I could see it. I thought you’d ask one of them back. But this is my night. I’ve shared you enough. Tonight was my night to have you to myself.”

“And tonight, you’ve got me all to yourself. I didn’t notice those women looking at me. How could I? My attention was fixed on the most beautiful woman there. You. The others were nothing compared to you. All I saw was every man in that cinema wanting to swap places with me, wanting to be holding your hand, wanting to be the centre of your attention. All I could think about was having you all to myself tonight.”

Her smile is the brightest thing you’ve seen. “I love you.”

“I love you,” you reply.

She shivers at the words, and the shift is enough for your deflated cock to finally slip out of her. You roll over, depositing her on the mattress. You kiss her tenderly. “And tonight has only just begun.”

You slowly push yourself off the bed.

“Where’re you going?”

“We left a bit of a mess back there. And your dress and my suit should be hung before they crease.”

“I’ll help.”

“No, I’ll do it. You just lie there and look sexy. And I’ll be back to ravage you again in a minute.”

She giggles in anticipation.

The other room is the mess you’d imagined. Her dress and your suit are pooled. It takes a moment to find your tie. Your shoes are on either side of the room. Her bra is dangling from the light fitting. As you gather these discarded clothes, you realise you’re still wearing your socks. You take them off.

Then you head to the small fridge. It has an even smaller freezer compartment, in which there’s a tray of ice cubes. You pop a few into one of the glasses. Then head back to the bedroom.

Niemira is lying there, draped over the sheets, naked. She’s removed her knickers. Her eyes drift to the glass in your hand.

“Why the ice?”

“You’re so hot, I thought I’d cool you off.”