Virtuoso

Content Advisory: sex

 The lights from the New York skyline rivaled the stars in the sky. It was a clear but dark night. The moon shone bright, almost like the sun. Jill sat at the piano, eyes closed, fingers dancing over the ivory. Her naked backside lent more beauty to the melody she played. Never had he witnessed anything so gorgeous. He viewed her through the eyes of Botticelli. He imagined how she’d look in oil on canvas while Beethoven played in the background. 

Zander had been watching her for the last hour as the lyrics he’d written were transformed into a stunning ballad. She was musically talented and very pleasing on the eyes. The curve of her hip dipping in tight at her waist and expanding again at the swell of her breast mimicked the shape of his guitar and he had played her.

His cock stirred at the memory of her moaning and writhing beneath him. The tightness of her pussy sheathing him like a vise caused his heart to beat a tattoo in his chest. He wanted her again.

He crossed the room and stood behind her, inhaling the herbal scent of her hair that hung loosely down her back. Her head leaned back, eyes still closed as she played faster. Quietly, he took a seat beside her. It took all his willpower not to touch her, to pull her into his lap and impale her on his steadily hardening dick.

The song needed to be finished first. Business should take priority over pleasure but pleasure had led to some serious creativity earlier. She stopped and marked notes on the sheet music before straightening the pages and flipping them back to the first page. She leaned over and kissed him softly. “Sing while I play.”

He smiled and put an arm around her waist. “Okay.”

She positioned her fingers on the keys and her bare feet on the pedals. She played the introduction and smiled at him.

He joined her, putting his voice to the notes she played. Nothing ever felt as natural as their musical coupling, so nocturne in nature.

As Jill played the ending, he kissed her shoulder and cupped her breast.

She turned toward him and cocked her head to the side. “I didn’t get to taste you before.”

He smiled.“I wouldn’t want to deprive you, sweetheart.”

She slipped off the bench and pushed his legs apart. Her lips touched his thigh, brushing lightly over the spattering of hair. A warm hand grasped the base of his cock and squeezed.

He touched her hair, pulling teasingly before rubbing his knuckles over her cheek. “So beautiful.”

She moistened her lips and took the head into her mouth. The wet heat instantly made him harder. Her tongue wriggled over that sensitive spot on the underside.

He wrapped her hair around his fist and guided her head to take him deeper. The soft scrape of her teeth along the sides of his cock as he hit the back of her throat drew a primal groan from him.

 She sucked him hungrily, hard and deep using her tongue and hand together in tandem. Every inch of his cock was stimulated and his balls tightened in anticipation.

“You’re going to make me come, baby. Slow down.” He placed his thumb at the corner of her mouth, watching and feeling her lips slide up and down his shaft. Blue eyes stared up at him and he fought the urge to hold her head in place and fuck her mouth.

She made these little humming sounds that vibrated around him. He panted and ran his fingers through her hair. “Damn. I love your mouth.”

She cupped his balls and pulled on them gently while his cock repeatedly dipped into her throat. Her nipples grazed his thighs and he reached down to pinch and pull on one. She moaned and sucked harder, faster, her eyelashes fluttering.

His muscles contracted and his cock twitched. He pulled her head down. Hot spurts of come shot down her throat and she sucked the tip, swallowing every drop.  

He let go of her hair and breathed heavily. “Jesus.”

She raised one eyebrow and licked her lips. “You taste good.”

“Not as good as you.” He pulled her up and closed the lid over the keys and lifted her up to sit on top of the piano. He pulled her legs over his shoulders and ran his fingers up the outside of her thigh. He squeezed her flesh and kissed her belly. The scent of her arousal made him hard again. He inhaled deeply and lowered his face to her mound.

He spread her lips open and used his thumb to pull back the delicate skin covering her swollen clit. She shivered and locked her ankles behind his neck when he licked her most sensitive spot. He moved his tongue from side to side quickly as she tangled her fingers in his hair. Her other hand gripped the edge of the piano.

“God, put your fingers inside me, please,” she whispered in a gravelly tone. “Feels so…mmm.”

He slipped two fingers into her slit and curved them upward. Moving them in a circular motion inside her, he closed his lips on her clit and sucked softly.

She moved her hips against his face and he clamped a hand on her hip to keep her from sliding off the piano. Her head hung forward as she alternately panted and mewled. A slow tremor started in her legs and spread upward. She pulled his hair and her pussy began to pulsate around his fingers.

He licked at her clit with the tip of his tongue while keeping a light suction on it.

Her chest heaved from her rapid breathing and then she screamed, her thighs closing around his head. “Oh my God. Zander.”

He moved his fingers slowly inside her pussy and released her clit. The evidence of her orgasm now dripped down his fingers and he had to taste her again. He pulled his fingers out and licked her sweetness.

“Fuck me.” She stared down at him as he untangled her legs from around his neck.

He was a little surprised at her candor but his dick responded nonetheless.

She stepped down from the piano, onto the bench and stood on the floor beside him.

He leaned forward and sucked her nipple. He loved how the tiny, pink circles puckered and hardened in his mouth. He slipped a hand between her legs. “It would be a shame to let this wet pussy go to waste.”

She smiled. “It would.”

He got up swiftly and grabbed her wrist. Twisting the limb behind her back, he kissed her neck and rubbed his cock over her ass. He urged her forward until her face rested against the wall next to the window. “I’m going to fuck you hard, Jill.”

She sighed. “That’s what I want. I want your passion. Unrestrained. Uncensored. A cappella.”

He rubbed her arms and lifted them above her head. He gripped her wrists with one hand and pinned them to the wall. “Step your feet apart.” He dragged his teeth over her shoulder and kissed her ear.

She complied and he angled his cock at her opening. He thrust up and drove deep inside her. She gasped and squeezed her eyes shut.

He pulled back and entered her again. “You’re so tight, wet. I can’t hold back. Feels too good, baby.”

“Don’t. I want all of you.”

He slammed into her harder, deeper. His balls pulled up close to his body. He let her hands go and fisted her hair, pulling her head back. He kissed her, forcing his tongue between her lips. “I need to come.”

“Wait. Not yet,” she said, breathlessly.

He stopped moving. “Why?”

“I want to be on top. I want to make you come.”

“Whatever you want.” He pulled out of her and led her to the chaise lounge. “Here okay?”

She nodded.

He lay down and stroked his cock while he watched her straddle him. She pulled his hand away and gripped his cock. She rubbed the head against her pussy. The head slipped into her snug passage and she braced her palms on his chest. She dropped down and cried out as his cock rammed up in her.

The same white heat consumed him and he reached up to cup her breasts. He squeezed them and pulled on her nipples as she found her rhythm and rode him unabashedly. Any hint of inhibition she exhibited earlier was nowhere to be found now and it drove him crazy.

His hands slid down to hold her hips. He watched her tits bounce from her efforts. His cock swelled inside her.

She looked down at him, her hair hanging forward around her face. Her mouth was open slightly as she moaned. “Come with me, Zander.”

He pressed his thumb to her clit and made small circles over it as she moved faster, taking him deeper. Her pussy clenched on his dick and her eyes rolled back. She dug her fingers into his chest.

He couldn’t wait and lifted his pelvis to increase the rhythm until he couldn’t get any deeper inside her. He held her there and his cock pulsed, filling her with his hot release.

Jill pitched forward, her cheek rested on his chest. “Damn. I don’t think I can walk.”

He rubbed his hands over her back and kissed the top of her head. “Then stay right here. We can make some more music together.”

Look for a special Valentine’s Day short story on February 14, 2013!

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~ Melissa Ecker ~

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