Page 107 of The Comedown

“That was a beautiful lullaby,” I tell him as I stand.

“That wasn’t your lullaby, Poohbear.”

He smirks at me a second before he stands, pulling me against his front. In one quick motion I’m lifted off my feet, then deposited on top of the piano.

“What are you doing?” I ask, watching Julian carefully place my heels on the keys so my legs are spread open to him.

He takes a seat again and kisses each ankle. “Playing our lullaby.”

“Our?”

“I’ll play your lullaby, if you give me mine.”

I tilt my head, leaning back on my hands behind me. I have no idea what that means, but… “You’re missing keys,” I say, flexing my feet.

“I learned how to play on a keyboard with seven keys missing. Four is nothing.” He kisses the inside of my thigh, making my foot jerk onto another key. His laugh tickles my skin, causing goose bumps. “Five keys.”

“Julian,” I warn, breathy and aching already.

“That’s it. That’s my lullaby. I want to fall asleep tonight remembering the sound of you chanting my name.”

His voice deep and raspy, and his fingers determined and precise, he jumps right into Hozier’s “Take Me to Church.”

It’s a vocal-heavy song and fast-paced, but at the first break, Julian removes his hands from the keys to pull on my thighs, sliding my ass closer to his face before immediately picking up where he left off. His lips move against my inner thighs as he sings the lyrics, letting the inside of his bottom lip drag up my skin.

“Julian,” I moan, grabbing a handful of his blue tips.

At the end of the second verse, he pushes to his feet, sending the bench skittering out behind him, and clutches one of my legs, hooking it over his shoulder.

“Julian.”

Burning up, I arch my back so only my head and tailbone are touching the piano top, my pussy straining for his touch, for him. Julian doesn’t pause again, just croons to my center as he hits each building note perfectly until the final chorus, then his nose presses to the thin fabric of my shorts covering my folds. He rotates his head side to side against my pussy, the last line spilling from his lips like an actual prayer.

Suddenly the only noise in the room is our breaths, then the movement of fabric as Julian slides the crotch of my shorts to one side, baring me to him.

His voice thick, he asks, “You’re not wearing panties?”

“Not for bed.”

“Jesus, I need a…”

The feel of his tongue on my pussy has me jolting, my breasts high in the air.

“Julian.”

“You like that?”

I squeeze the strands in my hold, nodding.

“Tell me what else you like.”

“Anything.” Literally anything right now. I am so close to losing it and he hasn’t really done anything yet.

“Now’s the time to use that voice of yours, Collette. Be more specific. If I’m gonna do this, I’m gonna do this right, how you want me to, so tell me exactly what you want.”

Listening to him inhale loudly, then groan, my body quivers, and I manage to get out, “Fuck me with your mouth.”

“Like this?” He licks from the bottom of my slit to the top before spearing his tongue into my pussy, dipping his head so his nose hits my clit with each bob.