Caroline heaved a deep sigh, her small, perky bosom gently bouncing as she did. He was late. Again. She checked her phone for any missed messages or calls. There were none, and none would come. Oliver loved to keep her waiting. There was something about how obediently Caroline would wait that lit a fire in him. He thoroughly enjoyed testing her patience. She stood from the cold cement steps and stretched, cursing him in her mind.
"Where do you think you're going?" Oliver called out, as he strolled around the corner, hands in his pockets, looking completely relaxed and unhurried.
"You're an hour late. You've forfeited your right to speak to me in that tone. I should have left forty-five minutes ago." They both knew she hadn't stood with the intention of going anywhere. Caroline would wait for Oliver forever if he asked her to, but she liked to give him a hard time. It was no secret that her playfully defiant attitude excited him. One side of his mouth curled into the smirk that made her knees weak and her labia begin to grow moist.
"Brat," he said, looking her up and down like a hungry animal, before beckoning for her to step closer.
Caroline nodded and moved toward him. It never seemed to matter what they were doing or what she was wearing, Oliver always looked at her like he was about to eat her alive. Even though they had been sleeping together for years, it never failed to send chills through her entire body. As they embraced, he lightly ran his fingertips along the back of her neck, only to thread them into her hair and yank a chunk of it. It was an act that probably wasn't obvious to passersby, but was enough to remind her to behave. Caroline let out a noise that was half whimper, half moan, and all pleasure. Oliver smiled, released Caroline's golden locks and gestured toward the building behind her.
"Shall we?" He asked, lips grazing her ear. Caroline said nothing, but nodded and slipped her arm around his waist. Their afternoon had barely started and already her cheeks felt flush with heat, and her loins had begun to stir.
"Is this a new skirt?" Oliver's fingers moved against the hem of her skirt and her pale, bare thigh. Caroline grinned. The sexiest thing about their relationship was by far the trust they had in one another. He always made the plans, texting her a minimal amount of details, but she never doubted whether she would enjoy herself. Sometimes she'd come home to find an envelope full of cash and instructions like "buy something sexy" or "cocktail dress". He trusted her judgment in clothing, and she never disappointed.
"Not new, but I don't believe you've seen it before," she said, grabbing his hand and calmly moving it to her waist as they entered the movie theater she'd been waiting in front of.
"It's very short," he mused, pursing his lips in mock disapproval.
"I know. And you wouldn't have it any other way," Caroline beamed, cutting Oliver off before he could spout any further nonsense, pretending he didn't love it. He smiled at her and cleared his throat before approaching the clerk at the ticket counter.
"Two for whatever R rated film is playing soonest, please." The teenager behind the glass nodded, and obliged.
"What are we seeing?" Caroline asked, as they walked toward the theaters.
