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“How about some wine?” he asked, but it wasn’t so much a question as him telling me that’s what he was going to get for us no matter what.
“Okay,” I said softly and then licked my lips.
Lucian went into the kitchen, the sound of cabinets opening and wineglasses clinking together drowning out some of the stillness in the air. I sat on the bench and ran my fingers along the smooth keys of the piano, the ivory cool to the touch, the feeling of soft silkiness beneath the pads of my digits comforting.
I didn’t know how to play, but I could picture Lucian sitting right in this very spot, his fingers moving effortlessly over the keys, the sounds he created filling the air. I closed my eyes, picturing that very moment, imagining being in the room with him as he played.
I hadn’t heard him come back, and when I felt him stand behind me, his arms pressed right next to mine, his fingers over mine, a small sound escaped me. I snapped my eyes open and was about to turn, but he made a soft, almost disapproving sound in the back of his throat. I sat there frozen, unable to move, the side of his face so close to mine, his chest barely brushing against my back.
I stared straight ahead, could feel that he was as well. And then I felt him slide his hands underneath mine. My fingers now rested on top of his, mirrored, a parallel image of what he was doing. He didn’t speak, but his close proximity was so intense it had my arousal rising to the surface viciously.
I clenched my thighs together as wetness started to pool on my panties. I felt my nipples harden underneath my blouse. Fire licked over my skin, from the tips of my fingers to the bottom of my feet. I tried to breathe normally, to attempt to act like this wasn’t affecting me. But I failed miserably.
And then he started playing, my fingers still over his, as if I were a child stepping on his feet and he moved with me, my actions mirroring his. He was so calm, so collected as he played the piano, the notes filling the room, surrounding us, like little bee stings all along my body. I started breathing harder, this moment so intimate I couldn’t even concentrate.
I parted my mouth, breathing deeper, the air coming in and out of me in short, fast pants. And still he moved fluidly over the keys, playing a song I didn’t know but was mesmerized with. I curled my toes against the soles of my shoes, pulled my legs closer to my body so my feet were now on the tips, my thighs clenched tightly together.
The flow of arousal was constant between my thighs.
The way I had my legs, pressing on that bundle of nerves at the apex of my pussy, had me nearly moaning. The feel of his chest to my back, of his body heat seeping into me, had little beads of sweat pooling between my breasts. I felt dizzy, the light-headedness making me even more aroused.
He barely touched me, said nothing, but I was on the verge of climaxing from this one single moment. I felt his cheek against mine, the stubble from his days’ worth of growth slightly abrasive, completely arousing.
The feel of his warm breath moving along my cheek had me closing my eyes and biting the inside of my cheek. I almost moaned … almost came right then. And the longer he played, the more I clenched my thighs against my clit, the higher my arousal grew.
He started pressing the keys harder, my fingers sinking farther against his, my mouth opening even wider. I felt light-headed as my pleasure climbed. God, what was happening to me?
The sound of him breathing calmly, as if this didn’t affect him, turned me on even more. Knowing he could have self-control in a moment like this had me climbing higher.
And when he pressed himself a little more firmly against me, a soft moan escaped as I squeezed my thighs even harder together, moving them together slightly to add friction to my clit.
He started to breathe harder, the deep sound slipping from him and sending vibrations right through my body.
I came, exploded. Lights flashed in front of my eyes, my vision wavering as the pleasure consumed me. I curled my nails into the tops of his hands as the ecstasy was never ending. And all the while he still played, still had his body pressed right up against mine.
It wasn’t until my orgasm dimmed that I realized he’d stopped playing.
I opened my eyes, not realizing I’d closed them, and blinked a few times, trying to clear my vision.
For a moment I just sat there, unable to move, aftershocks of my pleasure slamming into me. And then I felt fingers gripping my chin, gently forcing me to turn my head. I found myself staring into Lucian’s dark eyes. I couldn’t breathe, my entire body aching for so much more.
He ran the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip, staring at the act, almost transfixed by it. He gently pulled the flesh down, letting it go back in place.
“Lucian.” I whispered his name, my rapid breathing the only sound filling the room. “Kiss me.” I felt like I’d said that in my mind, but the low sound that left him told me I hadn’t.
“I’m so hungry for you,” he said in a steady, deep voice.
In the next moment he leaned in and pressed his mouth to mine, giving me what I wanted, what I needed. I went to wrap my arms around him, but he made a gruff sound against my lips.
He smoothed his hands down my shoulders, gripping my wrists and holding them gently but firmly. He ran his tongue along the seam of my lips and I opened for him, gently touching the tip of mine to his, needing more.
And then it was as if something snapped inside of him and I found, with pleasure, that his self-control had slipped.
He groaned roughly and tilted his head to the side, pushing his tongue in and out of my mouth, fucking me there. His hold on my wrists was tight, unyielding, a force, a show of dominance.
In this moment he held the power, he held the control. And I was more than happy with that, more than willing to submit to him fully.
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