Kat groans as my fingers skim her panties, a damp patch already visible through the material.
I blow gently against her heated flesh.
Her fingers contract against the wood, the tips turning white.
I lean forward, my eyes never leaving hers as I suck on the material covering her beautiful pussy.
I move one of her legs over my shoulder, pushing the material to one side, exposing her to my gaze.
I lick her swollen lips from entrance to clit. My tongue swirling around the pebbled point, before repeating the motion over and over, until she’s squirming beneath me.
Kat moans, her eyes never leaving mine.
Her hips rotate, and she leans further back, giving me more access.
I work her hard, using my tongue and teeth, enjoying the salty-sweet taste of the woman who has always rocked my world.
“Jax,” she hisses, as I sink a finger just inside her entrance, followed by a second. I scissor them, stretching her as I know she likes. Her hips undulate, her breathing becoming increasingly erratic. I press them further in and twist, vibrating them against her G-spot.
“Jax,” she screams as her head drops back, her body milking my fingers as her muscles contract hard around me. I pump them gently in and out, my lips locking onto her clit, extending her pleasure until she sags against the piano.
Kat whimpers.
“Shit, did I hurt you?” I say, sitting up and cupping her face.
She smiles through her tears. “Hurt me? No. Break me? Most probably, but in the best of ways.”
I scoop her off the bench and carry her to the sofa, cradling her in my lap.
I wipe her tears with my thumb.
“I’m not a crier,” she says. “Doesn’t really go with theice queenimage.”
“As long as they’re tears of joy, you can cry as much as you like around me. Your secret is safe.”
She rests her head against my shoulder. “They always have. I’ve always been safe with you,” she mutters.
I tighten my arms around her.
She looks up, her hand snaking behind my head, pulling my lips to hers.
It’s my turn to moan.
“I can taste myself on your lips,” she says, pulling out of my arms. “I never thought that was sexy before, but with you…”
She stands up, her eyes never leaving mine as she shimmies out of her panties, letting them drop to the floor.
Her knees hit the sofa on either side of my legs.
She leans forward, her fingers working on my trousers, freeing me from their confines. I lift my hips, as she pushes them down, far enough for my cock to spring free.
When her fingers encase me, sliding up and down, my balls tighten.
“I won’t last,” I say.
Watching her come apart on the bench after weeks of not being able to touch her is more than I can take.
“We can’t have that,” she says, moving forward and positioning her pussy directly above my pulsing cock.
