His thin shorts and my panties made it easy to feel the friction that ignited between us. His dick relentlessly ground against my clit, stimulating my longing to come, which felt amazing.
He painfully groaned, knowing exactly what he was stirring inside me. Kissing me with all the passion and hunger of a starved man while his hand slid under my tank.
Demanding a response from me that only he elicited. He caressed the top of my bra, and it didn’t take long for him to push the material aside and knead my warm, perky breast. My sweltering skin felt incredible in the palm of his hand, exciting me in ways I never thought were possible.
With that one touch, my nipples hardened, my stomach clenched, and shivers coursed down my spine. Our movements became headier and more urgent, both of us searching for something, anything.
My back arched off the towel when he pushed my shirt up and kissed his way down to my breast. His lips sensually pecked from the side of my neck to my collarbone. He was slowly savoring the burn of my body coming apart against his rugged frame, getting hotter with each caress of his tongue touching my flesh.
The desire…
The ache…
The need for relief…
It was right there, wavering and waiting to go off. My hips rocked faster against his cock, and he kept up the same momentum. Both of us wanted to come down from the high that we were rousing with dry fucking each other.
My breathing picked up as did my arousal, engulfing him in nothing but my want for us to keep going and have him claim what had been his for so long.
He released a growl from deep within his chest, vibrating against my core. His mouth slammed back into mine, and our tongues collided.
His lips.
His tongue.
His hands.
I felt him everywhere.
“Isla… give it to me, baby…” he roughly muttered between kisses. Biting my bottom lip, he sucked it into his mouth.
My legs quivered, and my core pulsated. I breathlessly gasped, sucking in air and falling over the edge so hard I saw stars. Coming undone from the inside out, I throbbed, shuddering, helpless beneath him. My panties were drenched. I was motionless from his touch. He could do whatever he wanted with me, and I’d mold to his every desire. Just to feel like I did right now.
Loved.
So very loved.
My eyes snapped open when Julius whispered into my ear with a seductive tone, “Next time I make you come, it’s going to be on my cock.” My gaze connected with his intoxicating stare.
I knew he meant every last word, and I was royally screwed. If things were complicated and confusing with us before…
Now we’d have to face Kraven.
The drive home was silent, but only in the car. In our minds, an orchestra was playing. Especially after we pulled into the garage. As soon as Julius cut the engine, I heard Kraven.
His piano came to life.
The hypnotizing melody of Ludovico Einaudi’s “Experience” softly flowed through the walls. It was the song they were playing when I first met him in the subway station. I hadn’t heard it in such a long time. They didn’t play it often, and I always wondered why, given how perfectly they executed it.
I was viciously thrown back to the moment his piano lured me, and just like then, my feet moved of their own accord. Each note from his piano accelerated my heart in the same way it did that day. I was seeking refuge, trying to save myself from what was about to happen.
I was surprised by his chess move, but his playing the piano for me had always been our thing. He knew who I’d been with all day, and this was his way of reminding me where half of my heart was.
It was his piano that overpowered my fear, and his talent that drew me in. Like a moth to a flame, the same invisible, gravitational pull yanked me with such force that I didn’t know how I’d return.
My feet moved with purpose and reason, with the same determination I had the first time I laid eyes on those Caribbean blues. It felt dangerously familiar, the same palpable surge of energy that almost knocked me over.
I walked up the stairs, each step filled with so much emotion it nearly brought me to tears. His fingers bled across those piano keys in the same devastatingly haunting way that I could never escape. He always played so breathtakingly beautiful.
