The way I had my legs, squeezing on that bundle of nerves at the apex of my pussy, had me practically moaning. The feel of his chest against my back, of his body heat pouring into me, had little beads of sweat accumulating between my breasts. I felt dizzy, the light-headedness making me even more aroused.
He barely touched me, said nothing, yet I was on the point of climaxing from this one solitary minute. I felt his face against mine, the stubble from his days’ worth of growth somewhat irritating, completely aroused.
The feel of his warm breath sliding up my cheek had me closing my eyes and biting the inside of my cheek. I almost moaned… almost came right then. The longer he played, the more I tightened my thighs on my clit, the higher my arousal grew.
He continued pushing the keys harder, my fingers sinking farther against his, my mouth spreading even wider. I felt light-headed as my enjoyment grew.
God, what was happening to me?
The sound of him breathing gently, as if this didn’t touch him, got me on even more. Knowing he could have self-control in a moment like this had me rising higher.
When he rubbed himself a little more firmly against me, a quiet groan escaped as I squeezed my thighs even harder together, pushing them together slightly to add friction to my clit.
He started to breathe harder, the deep sound flowing from him and sending tremors all through my body.
I came, exploded. Lights flashed in front of my eyes, my vision faltering as the pleasure overtook me. I curled my nails into the tops of his palms as the ecstasy seemed never ending. And all the while he still played, still had his body crushed right up against me.
It wasn’t until my climax dimmed that I noticed he’d stopped playing.
I opened my eyes, not aware I’d closed them, and blinked a few times, trying to clear my vision.
For a time, I just sat there, unable to move, aftershocks of my ecstasy pounding into me. And then I felt fingers grasping my chin, gently forcing me to turn my head. I found myself staring into Seth’s dark eyes. I couldn’t breathe, my entire body longing for so much more.
He rubbed the pad of his thumb along my lower lip, looking at the act, apparently mesmerized by it. He gently pulled the flesh down, letting it go back in place.
“Seth,” I mumbled his name, my quick breathing the only sound filling the room. “Kiss me.” I felt like I’d uttered that in my head, but the low sound that from him told me I hadn’t.
“I’m so hungry for you,” he continued in a steady, deep voice.
In the next second, he moved in and crushed his mouth to mine, giving me what I wanted, what I needed. I attempted to put my arms around him, but he made a scratchy sound against my lips.
He stroked his hands down my shoulders, grasping my wrists and holding them tenderly but firmly. He slid his tongue along the seam of my lips and I opened for him, gently connecting the tip of mine to his, desiring more.
And suddenly it was as if something snapped inside of him and I found, with delight, that his self-control had slipped.
He growled roughly and leaned his head to the side, thrusting his tongue in and out of my mouth, fucking me there. His hold on my wrists was firm, uncompromising, a force, a show of dominance.
In this moment, he possessed the power, he held the control. And I was more than glad with that, more than prepared to bow to him entirely.
I could feel her hands curling against mine, as if she were attempting to grip me, reach for anything substantial to cling on to, use me for strength.
Control.
Find it.
I let go of her wrists, and she immediately held on to my biceps, pressing her little claws into my skin, causing a flash of agony to blend with my pleasure. I cupped one side of her face as I tipped her head to the side, making her take my kiss, pushing her to suck on my tongue.
She was soft… all the things I envisioned innocence would taste like.
I was composed, serene on the exterior. But on the inside, I was this roaring storm, this turbulent weather rolling through, bringing damage, consumption. I wanted her hard, wanted to just take her on top of the piano till she yelled out for me as she came, as my cock was deep in her body and I marked her from the inside out, a symbol of possession.
I broke the kiss to stare into her face, to watch the ecstasy blanket her expression, an outward representation of what was going on inside of her. “You’re sweeter than the hold you have over me.”
Her eyes were closed, her head was thrown back and to the side slightly, her mouth heated. The air rushed out of her in small pants, her lips swollen and glossy, a sliver of light from the moon making it look as though they glistened.
I retained my composure, making sure she didn’t realize how close I was to cracking. It would frighten her, the power, intensity with which I desired her.
As much as I told myself I should stop this, should move away, go slow, I couldn’t. As much as it was the correct thing to do, to let her walk away, to not become involved, I was too selfish.
