Turning, my hands lay suspended above the keys in the middle, and his left hand splays on my side. And so the sweet torture begins.
I play the white and black keys in rapid succession—the sounds haunted and profound, just like Beethoven’s love for his countess. Tapping into the forbidden love aspect I understand to my marrow, I close my eyes.
The music sweeps me somewhere else that for a while, I forget about the game. I am on his lap, doing what I love most, being with him and playing the piano. Something I never thought I would experience.
I hit every key, reach every note, emboldened by his appreciative sounds rumbling in his chest.
I can’t believe he bought a piano for me to play for him. Well, I learned Russian for him. I should tell him, but I’ll wait a while longer, loving to hear the preposterous things he sells as the translation.
Losing myself in the play, I don’t know how much time passes. It could be minutes or an eternity later. Getting comfortable, I simply enjoy playing when his right hand parts my thighs, heightening my breathing. I almost botch the rhythm, but I recover quickly. It was a valuable lesson in stayingalert because he’s sneaky, and I am prone to melt under his touch.
Not so easy, baby.
He clicks his tongue, tsking but secretly loving to unbalance me. “That was close, baby girl.”
Focus. Damn it. Focus, I urge myself. Not knowing when he’ll move his hand or where he’s going to touch me next, makes my brain light up with an overload of electricity. I might short-circuit.
His hand runs up and down the valley of my breasts, rubbing his thumb in a rhythm that both soothes me and drives me insane.
I will lose. I willsolose.
16
MIKAIL
Notes chase each other in a beautiful, nostalgic sequence. Bowing her head, she plays with both hands, switching between the black and white keys in a rapid rhythm that leaves me in awe.
My woman is beyond talented and ambitious, entirely focused on her playing. I am a bastard for torturing her like this. I am torturing myself just as much, burning to ravish her. She squirms in my lap every time my hand moves, not knowing what will happen next.
My cock hardens to stone. All my blood rushes to my groin, making it difficult to keep this game up. Once she surrenders, it will make the fall so much sweeter, and I can do whatever the fuck I please to her.
I cup her breast, and she moans.
Eyes shut, she doesn’t need her vision to keep playing. The music is part of our foreplay. How many times would I sit here, playing out of tune, imagining her with me. And now that she is, the reality is so much more potent than any fantasy I could have conjured.
“How are you holding up, baby girl?” I ask, sounding hoarse.
“I almost forgot you’re here,” she teases, eliciting a chuckle out of me.
She does that so effortlessly, so naturally.
I lower the zipper so maddeningly slow, a stuttered breath rolls out of her lips. The top drops to her waist, exposing her gorgeous tits—round and perky. Her cherry nipples pucker and swell, eager for my attention.
As my palms cover her breasts, she throws her head back against my shoulder, letting herself fall into my arms while playing another sonata—this one more seductive, edging on a darker allure.
Tugging and twisting her nipples, she moans, clenching her thighs.
“Should I make you come?” I ask, my hands touching every soft inch of skin I uncover.
“Yes, please. Make me come,” she says breathlessly.
I click my tongue, tsking. “That would be too easy.”
She lets out unintelligible sounds, her frustration ringing loud, and my hand moves lower. Pushing her thong aside, I rub my thumb over her slit, finding her wet. I want her to crave my cock more than her playing. I want to drive her so mad with desire that she submits only to me.
It’s in the air, thickening with her heavy breathing, in her fingers dancing over the keys. She’s ready to break apart for me, my precious girl. Her fall is imminent, but I will be there to catch her.
Her floral scent, suffused with rich vanilla notes, engulfs my senses—sensual and sweet just like her. My thoughts are anything but, just like my desires.
