“Wh—What are you doing?” I have to clear my parched throat to get the words out.
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m waiting for you,” she says, and turns so her legs straddle the bench, putting her glisten pussy on display.
“You’re playing my piano.”
“I was just touching it,” she says, sucking her fingers into her mouth, one at a time and then trailing them down the center of her chest, down the flat of her stomach, and then between her thighs. She slips two fingers inside of herself and starts stroking and thrusting.
She rocks her hips, smearing the wet of her pussy on my piano bench and I pull my dick out and stroke it in long languid pull while I watch her.
“You’re not going to make me wait any longer, are you?” she asks.
I pull my shirt over my head, and step out of my jeans as my answer.
I walk over to the piano and kneel between her legs, watching her hand, closely.
“Do you want to make yourself come?” I ask.
“No,” she breathes.
I pull her hand out of her and lick her fingers before I lay it down on her side.
I press my palms to the insides of her thighs and spread them until she’s completely unfolded. I gaze at the pink perfection, my most coveted possession and inhale the sweet musk of her desire. Then, I lean in, and run my tongue over her clit, and then down until I find her honey coated entrance and push up into her, as deep as I can
Her hips rock up and her hands grab hold of my shoulders and the keys of the piano make a discordant clanging sound that draws my eyes upward. She leaned back, her elbows are on the keys, her head is thrown back and she’s panting.
I throw her legs over my shoulders and pull her clit into my mouth and suck her hard.
She screams, her thighs clamping around my head, the piano playing the rhythm of her release as she bucks against my mouth, her liquid ambrosia coating my tongue and my lips and I suck and drink like the fiend I am until I’m so close one touch would set me off.
Circling her waist to gain purchase on her body, I stand, lifting her to sit on top the piano. I swallow her cry of surprise with my mouth and kiss her, letting her taste how delicious she is, while I pull my dick out and press myself between her thighs.
Her pussy is soaking wet and I’m nearly frantic to get inside of her.
My dick is like a heat seeking missile and it thrusts home in hard stroke that makes my toes curl and draws a soft growl from the back of her throat.
“Feel how much I love you. Feel how deep it goes. I would do anything for you. Anything.” I vow to her.
“ I know…me, too. I’m so full…but more.” She moves her hips grinding down on my cock, trying take me deep.
I start slow, trying to hold off the climax that’s been building since I walked into find her waiting for me.
I kiss her neck, suck my way across her collarbone. Lick the freckles and beauty marks that make their home on the galaxy of her body.
I take my time with her spectacular breasts, sucking licking and biting until she’s writhing.
She holds either side of my face and kisses me with the same intensity.
I lay her back on the piano and stand over her, driving into her body in long, deep thrusts. Each one earns me a moan, that string together to make a hedonistic hymn.
I run hand up her body, relearning the way her skin feels against my palm. I trace the declaration of love she’s etched onto her ribs and slide up the valley of her breasts, hovering over her heart before my hand comes to rest on her throat.
I hook one knee over my other arm, close my eyes, and take what’s mine.
Outside of her body, nothing exists - my whole world is in her pussy.
When I can’t hold back any longer, I open my eyes.
As long as I live I’ll never forget how beautiful she is right now. Laid out on the blue piano she inspired, like a siren commanding the sea, her dark hair fanned out like chocolate flame, her skin flushed like a freshly shucked pearl and her eyes shining with that wide open honesty that plucked my heart out of my chest the night I met her.
I come with the force of a raging river. I roar her name so loud the sky trembles, spilling my future into her body, pledging my always to her.
Come With Me
BETH
We’re lying in the hazy afterglow of blistering orgasms. Both of us drenched in sweat and gasping to catch our breath.
We came back to his house, showered got into bed and at some point in the early hours of dawn, I woke up to the sweet sucking of his mouth on my breasts. We’ve made love twice since and the sun is just starting come up.
It’s always been this way between us. Since the first time we met, we’ve fit together like the pieces of a puzzle. Perfectly, easily, and when we were together the tableau of life goes from chaotic to sensible.
I start to drift off to sleep again when he turns on the light and gets out of bed.
I squint as my eyes protest and come up on my elbow.
He’s standing at the window, his back to me, his head pressed to the glass.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m leaving tonight for Berlin tonight,” he says, his voice troubled.
“I know, it’s incredible. Your first headliner. It’s amazing.”
He shrugs, presses a palm to the glass, and sighs. I wrap the sheet around myself and go stand next to him. I press my cheek to his arm, and he sighs in relief and drapes an arm over my shoulder and pulls me to him. Yet…I can feel the discontent coming off him waves.
“Carter? What’s wrong?” I nudge him.
“Tonight was amazing.” He sounds like he’s trying to convince himself.
“But…”
He turns to face me, taking hold of my shoulders and pinning me with that intense stare of his.
“Will you come with me?” He asks and then cringes as if he’s bracing for a blow.
I don’t even need to think about it. This is everything I wanted and didn’t dare hope for. I lost my job and I can paint anywhere, so….
“I know it’s sudden. I don’t want to rush you, but it’s killing me to think about leaving you right now, even if it’s just for two weeks,” he says, his eyes worried and searching.
“Of course I’ll come.”
He closes his eyes and sags in relief.
“Did you think I’d say no?”
“You’ve got a life here,” he says.
I cup his precious beautiful face, and raise up on my toes to kiss him.
“You silly man. My life is here,” I point at my heart.
“And here.” I point at his.
He smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“I know baby, but…you had a plan.” He strokes the stack of bracelets on my wrist.
“Yes, but my dream came true today, and so my plans have changed. I want to come with you. I can paint anywhere.”
His smile is sunshine breaking through the clouds. He pulls me into a good old fashioned hug before he lifts me off my feet.
“Okay, I’ll have Dean get you an expedited passport. They can do it in hours. You’ll love Berlin and our last stop is Paris. I can’t wait to show you,” he says when he puts me down.
My heart is full to bursting. I’m not the girl in the fairytales I grew up reading. And yet somehow, I’m being given all of her treasures.