I teethe her supple skin, grazing and kissing; her moans are like music to my ears. We don't need this piano, we can make music another way—our own way.
“Is that so?” she asks lazily, like she can't even focus on anything but my lips on her neck.
I reluctantly leave her neck and I can hear her groan in response. God, that's hot.
I look deep into her gorgeous eyes before I speak. “Me eating you out is the other celebration,” I say as confidently as I can and it's worth it, because I can hear her breath hitch.
“You don't have to…if you don't want to,” she says with concern and desire at the same time.
That's the problem, I want to. All the time, I want my teeth, hands, and mouth on every crevice of her body.
“I want to, more than I should…I'm just nervous it won't be good,” I admit ducking my head down a little.
I mean, this is my first time doing anything sexual with a girl; with Adaline of all people. She's probably been with so many girls. Just the thought of which is sending a wave of fury down my throat and I don't know why.
What if I don't live up to anyone else? Why do I sound so pathetic right now?
“Hey, don't do that,” she says putting a finger under my chin and lifting it. “Just do what feels right. You could never be bad at something; you're JulietteKingston.”
Is it possible to be turned on when someone says your full name like that? Is that like a kink of its own? Because I'm pretty sure I have it, especially since Adaline is the one saying it.
She's giving me power by saying my name and she's doing it on purpose. Her words give me all the confidence I need, maybe even too much—everyone knows power is the biggest turn on.
Instantly, I stand up and move behind her and in front of the piano. I lean down and pull her stool a little further out and she gasps—probably because she's still on it. She tries to turn her body around, but I place my hands on her shoulders firmly.
“Stay still,” I tell her firmly and she does just that like a good girl. “Keep playing the piano.”
It takes a few seconds, but she complies and begins playing it. I suppress the urge to tell her how proud I am of her for learning the beginning of the piece so quickly.
Instead, I get on my knees and crawl in front of her, right in front of the bench. She sees me and gulps, but doesn't stop playing. I love when she listens to me.
I move my hands under her skirt, looking up at her for approval and she nods. I don't waste anytime yanking her panties off; I need to see her. I spread her legs as I see her biting down on her bottom lip, still playing.
“Juliette …” she mutters breathlessly, but I can barely hear her; I'm too busy looking at her cunt.
Oh my God. It's incredible—her smooth skin, her pussy that is so very wet. I feel captivated. She has her legs spread for me unashamedly and it's so sexy. She's dripping and it's all because of me.
“Such a pretty little pussy,” I say darkly, not being able to take my eyes off it.
I keep my eyes on it as I begin peppering kisses on the insides of her thighs. I'm just going to do what feels right; what felt good for me when she did it and what I can tell her body responds to. I'm going to do what I want to, for the first time in my life.
“Fuck,” she mumbles, already messing up a few of the notes, but I ignore it.
I can't focus on anything but how good her whispers sound, how badly my own panties are getting soaked while I kiss her thighs, teasing her. Even her thighs are delicious; it's like she bathes in pure desire every night.
“You're so wet baby, is that all for me?” I mumble against her inner thigh.
She just whimpers in response and as much as I like how whiny she looks right now, I still want an answer. I need an answer.
“Say it!” My tone is demanding, resolute.
I need her to say it, to admit that her pussy wants me—needs me. I think I've always needed her to say it.
“Yes, it's for you. It's all for you,” she whines, almost punching the piano keys.
I like this—seeing her at my mercy—and she wants to be at my mercy. She looks so unbelievably sexy like this; I swear I could cum just by looking at her.
“Such a good slut,” I compliment her in a dark chuckle and bite down on her thigh.
