Piano In The Dark

The lights are way down. He sits on my black leather couch with a glass of scotch in his hand. I’m playing the piano for him. He sits there perfectly still and listens. I close my eyes and get lost in the music. My music. Music that comes from the deepest darkest part of my soul. I’m wearing a silky black dress that is low cut in the back. I purposely bought this dress because I knew he would be watching me from behind. I wanted to look sexy for him. Sparkling barrettes hold my long dark hair up in a fancy twist. He watches me play. I can feel his eyes all over me. My hands get a little shaky. I make a mistake and turn around a little embarrassed and laugh. He sees the child in me. He tells me to come to him but I don’t. Not yet. I’m not ready. I tell him I’m going to play a little longer. I get lost in the music because the reality of this, of him here with me tonight, is all but too much. The music saves me from myself.

Moments later I feel his strong hands on my shoulders. He rests them there while I play. All the feelings I’ve held back flow through my fingertips. There is a story within the music. A story of us. He slowly walks his fingers down my chest; little by little until they are just above my nipples, which by now are screaming for his touch. I’m getting wetter with each chord I play. The anticipation is driving me crazy. I can feel the heat from his body attaching itself to me. He teasingly rests his hands there and I try to stay focused. He lowers his hands a little more and starts to press down with his fingertips as one would do on a piano. How fucking erotic is that? Each time my nipples get caught between his fingers I instinctively move my hips. I stop playing and he continues to play me. Each stroke of his fingertips brings me closer to that sweet release. Deep raspy moans now fill the darkened room. He tells me he wants to hear me come and makes sure I can feel the hard bulge in his pants rubbing against my back.

My breasts are like two towering inferno’s. I reach back and grab onto his legs to sustain my balance. His fingers find a rhythm all their own and the sounds of me coming finally push him over that dangerous edge to where he can never look back.

I sit quietly and listen to her play. Spellbound. Mesmerized. Desire burns my insides. My body aches for her touch. I am so aroused right now. Watching her perform in that stunning dress, well, I am entranced. The sight of her bare back and neck makes me hard. I can see the faint outline of her spine. She’s driving me crazy and she knows it. She is such a tease. I guess that’s what I love most about her. The way she can turn me on without ever touching me. I realize while listening to the music, her music, how truly amazing she is. She keeps on surprising me with her creativity. I am in awe of the beauty emanating from inside her. The fact that she is also incredibly sexy makes this connection all the more fascinating. With her there is this constant magnetic pull that I cannot fight, even if I wanted to. Her erotic mind matches mine and that in itself has always been a huge turn on for me. Whether she expresses it in her writing or her music, I am her puppet and she holds the strings. She owns me now.

When she turns around I get the chills. She giggles like a child at a mistake she makes but I don’t hear it. I want her to come to me but she makes me wait. Like I said, she’s a tease. She looks like a princess sitting there on that bench of gold. I can feel the passion flowing through her fingertips. I watch as her body sways to the rhythm of her own creation. She pulls me in with every key stroke. She has never looked sexier than she does right now. The music owns her now and that’s when I make my move.

I finish my drink and walk over to my raven haired beauty. Resting my hands on her shoulders I wonder if she can feel that I’m trembling. She still affects me that way. I want her so badly but decide to take things slow. I want to drink in all over her, very slowly, like expensive wine. I want to savor every minute.

Now it’s my turn to tease. I rest my fingers on her breasts. Being this close to her is magical. My heart is swelling, my mouth is watering, and all I can think about is making her come. I want her to come while sitting on this bench. I want her to remember this very moment every time she plays the piano. I touch her with my fingertips, as if she were my instrument. I can be creative too. The sounds of her moans swirl around me. I’m drunk with desire. I’m hard and make sure she knows it. I sensuously and relentlessly caress her nipples until she comes and the music she makes pushes me over the edge to where I can never look back.

I turn around and look up into his dark eyes. My face is flushed. I’m breathless. He kneels down so we are face to face. We are dangerously close to one another. Now he sees the woman in me. My eyes are teeming with lust. One of his hands is on my back while the other rests on my thigh. I’m wondering what he will do to me next. I shiver slightly even though I’m hot. I look into his sexy eyes again and feel that familiar pull. It’s as strong now as it was the first time we met. I couldn’t fight it then and I certainly can’t fight it now. I don’t want to. It’s as if I’m under a spell of some kind. I lick my lips knowing that at any moment he will kiss me. I wonder what he’s thinking right now. I’m still trembling from how hard I came. I’m a little light headed. The persistent wetness between my legs wants his mouth all over it. I can’t take much more of this. He is driving me crazy. He is such a tease.

Finally he leans in a little closer and our lips touch. It’s like an addiction. Once we start I never want to stop. Everything seems to be in slow motion. I tease him with my lips and look at him while doing this. It’s such a turn on. Each time our lips touch I give him a little more. I sense his eagerness to explore. I open my mouth just a little and his tongue is there, seducing me. The passion is then unleashed and we kiss with a newfound sense of urgency that nearly knocks me off the bench and onto the floor. His hand is on my neck and he reaches up to open my barrette and my hair falls all around me like darkness.

I feel his hands moving upwards. He gently lays me down the length of the piano bench. He doesn’t stop kissing me. His hand is under my dress caressing my inner thigh. He kisses my eyes, my nose, each cheek, and then back to my lips again. I take my hand and touch the hardness. It’s practically bulging out of his pants. I smile. Then his fingers are touching the wetness. I lie on the hard bench and watch as he surreptitiously lifts my dress and kisses my crotch. I suck in my breath.

When I look into her eyes I forget where I am. Time and space mean nothing to me. Nothing else matters but her. Everything around me is black and faded. All I see is her. All I want is her. She has me right where she wants me. I’m no longer in control. I am hers. My purpose is to please her. With her I am born again. I feel like the luckiest man on the planet. So close to her lips now, I can smell her sweet breath. When we start to kiss I want nothing more than to ravage her. Each kiss with her is like an unforgettable first kiss. I’ve never experienced that with any other woman. Nothing is routine in this relationship. She keeps on surprising me. Just when I think I’ve seen it all she’ll write me a story or play me something on the piano that tugs at my heartstrings and I fall in love with her all over again. She teases me but I relish every moment of it.

I lay her down on the bench. She looks beautiful. I cannot stop kissing her. I’m so hard right now and want to be inside her. Our tongues dance wickedly together. But then I pull away because I need to give her a different kind of kiss. I feel like an artist about to work on my masterpiece. I see she is trembling. She looks so fucking hot. Once her dress is raised I bring my face to her crotch. When my tongue touches the wetness she goads me with her moans. Her pungent scent affects me the way an aphrodisiac might. I am so hungry for her. I take my tongue and lick the crotch of her panties. I’m lost in the taste of her and I’ve only just begun.

He starts sucking on my clit through the silky black panties. My moans of pleasure once again fill up the room the way the piano did only minutes before. We are both lost in lust. The way he is touching me with his mouth and teeth is driving me crazy. I tell him to take off my panties, that I want him on me, flesh on flesh. I lift my legs so he can take them off. I sit up and bring my hand to where it’s dark and warm. I saturate my fingers with the silky wetness and bring them to his mouth. He sensuously sucks on them. I can clearly see the desire emanating from his lustrous eyes. I touch myself again but this time I bring my wet fingers to my own mouth. I ardently lick them while my eyes never leave his sight. Then he kisses me and the taste of me is everywhere.

He tells me to lie back down and that he’s not done with me yet. I tell him I have a better idea. I get up from the bench and strip off my dress that is now soaked in sweat. I’m now naked and a bitch in heat. I tell him to lie down on the floor. While I’m taking off his pants and boxers he takes off his shirt. The sight of his nakedness turns me into a hungry tigress. I want him in my mouth. I want to suck him until he comes. We’re both on our knees and he pulls me in for a kiss. Feeling his naked body against mine is pushing me over the edge. I tell him to lie down and then climb on top of him to where my dripping darkness is back in his face. I put my lips on his tip and tease him just a little with my tongue. Then I take him full in my mouth and suck. His deep throaty moans drive me crazy. There is no time for teasing. Right now I’m all about the doing. Besides he’s unleashed my inner slut and yes, I want to be his whore tonight.

He kisses my outer lips and flicks his tongue back and forth over my clit. I tease the tip of his shaft with my tongue and then push him deep into my mouth. Then I slowly release him and do this again and again until I hear his moans getting louder and I know that soon he will come for me. For the next few minutes we are literally tongue tied and tangled together on one great ball of lust. I continue to suck on him but it’s getting harder and harder to concentrate when his tongue is all over me. He starts to finger me and I can’t lose control. That familiar rush is upon me. That amazing warm rush and it flows throughout my body like wildfire. I can’t help but come all over his face. All the while he is still hard in my mouth. I am screaming because I know how much he likes to hear me. After I come he is still lapping up my juices. I’m writhing because my clit is so sensitive and he just won’t let me go.

I’m back to sucking him full force until I feel that familiar tightness and know he’s ready. My pace quickens until he explodes in my mouth, his cum gliding down my throat. I hear him coming and feel his hot breath on me, his tongue still on my clit. I don’t let go until every ounce of cum is licked clean.

When he finally releases me I am left panting and shaking all over. My darkness is throbbing. His face is flushed and I turn to kiss him, wanting to taste myself all over him. Like a little earthquake I feel tiny feel tiny aftershocks between my legs.

Her darkness tastes so fucking good. She is so wet and ready for me. I tease her with my tongue with slow long licks. I’m so hard right now. She drives me crazy and I love it. Her panties are drenched. She asks me to take them off and then does something that blows my mind. She takes her fingers and dips them into her velvety hole and brings them to me. I suck on them, tasting her again. This is so erotic. I am lost in the flavor of her. Once again she saturates her fingers but this time her fingers go directly into her mouth. I watch my little vixen as she sucks on her fingers. She looks beautiful. I can tell she is enjoying the way she tastes. I kiss her passionately and her essence is all over us. I want to go back to nibbling on her sweetness but mystery surrounds her like a cloak of darkness.

She removes her dress and the sight of her naked body makes my insides shiver. She strips me from the waist down and I can’t get out of my shirt fast enough. Her hands brush against my hardness. I wonder if we are going to make love. Then she gets on top of me, on all fours, and puts that sweetness back in my face. She is just full of surprises. My hands caress her soft buttocks. When I feel her tongue teasing the tip of my shaft I scream into her darkness. I’m on the brink of insanity – the way it feels inside her mouth all warm and wet. I want to gush for her. I feel that pressure building up but I’m not ready to come yet. I want it to last. I continue to lick her clean. Her taste is addictive. Her body tightens and I know she is ready. I take my hand and push three fingers deep inside. My tongue sucks on her clit. She’s telling me how good it feels. She’s telling me not to stop, begging me to do it harder and faster. When she comes her whole body convulses. I hold onto her with my mouth and don’t let go. I hear her stifling moans while she sucks on me and my will is broken. She sounds so fucking sexy. I tell her I’m coming. She is relentless with her mouth and pulls me in deeper. I explode inside her, my face still buried in her sacred space. She nearly swallows me whole.

My body is supercharged. I never came so hard. I want to make love to him but need to calm down and settle my heart. I tell him I’m going to take a quick shower and he says he’s going to wash up as well. The throbbing and tingling between my legs is a constant reminder of his presence. I like feeling the after affects of his touch. When I’m done I don’t even bother to put on a robe. He’ll only rip it off anyway. I walk out of the bathroom and he’s waiting for me on the bed. He put on some soft music and lit a few candles. I watch the shadows of light dancing off the walls. I feel like a primal being. My body is a vessel. I wish I could crawl inside him and live in his soul. He’s lying on the bed, looking sexier than ever, the want dripping from his eyes.

When I get close to the bed he holds his out to me and I fall into them as if he was made for me. We embrace. We kiss. We touch. We sigh. We laugh. We get lost in the moment of rediscovering one another. We take it very slow because neither of us wants this moment to ever end. A silent signal tells him I am ready. He reaches for protection and I tell him no. I tell him I am ready to accept anything fate has to offer in our expression of love. I whisper something into his ear and I can see the love emanating from his eyes and it touches me all the way through to my soul. I get on top, open my darkness for him and he slips inside. The moment he enters me I feel truly touched by the power of love. We move together in perfect harmony. I feel so free. I run my hands through my hair and he reaches out to caress my breasts. I have never felt such a strong connection with any other man. He is truly the half that makes me whole.

He raises his upper body into a sitting position and we are so close right now. I cling to him and he puts his strong arms around me. As we make love I am close to that edge once again. Our pace quickens and lust commands us. When I hear him coming I cannot help but ride that enchanting wave with him. It takes us further and further out into the blackness of the sea. I can feel his seed spreading inside as it works hard to find what it needs to survive.

When she goes into the shower I wash up in the other bathroom and then grab myself another scotch and soda. My throat is parched. I saunter into her bedroom, a place where time stands still. Where souls disappear. I walk to the window and gaze outside into the night’s sky. It’s starting to drizzle. I hope it rains tonight. I put on one of her CD’s called “Sensual Darkness” and light a few candles. My pulse is racing. I lay down on her bed and I’m hard again. All I have to do is think about her and I get turned on, and it’s not always her physically beauty that gets to me, but the abundance of beauty inside her.

When she steps out of the bathroom the steam from the shower cloud around her, giving her an almost ethereal appearance. Sometimes I am so utterly overwhelmed by her beauty that I need a moment to let it sink in and connect with my brain. Sometimes when we touch, the honesty of the moment is so intense that I need time to recover. It’s like magic all over again. The fire heats up so quickly I can barely catch my breath. We take our time though. Her kisses are soft; her breath is sweet, and her body is driving me crazy. When she tells me not to use a condom and that she wants to bear a child with me I fall in love with her all over again. The idea of creating a life that would be an extension of her makes perfect sense to me. That is the sexiest thing a woman has ever said to me. It adds a whole new dimension to our lovemaking. When she straddles me and we begin to make love, my head starts to spin and just like that I am under her spell. Again, I exist only for her pleasure.

Lost in her beautiful darkness I feel our bodies and souls connecting on a deeper level. She is the epitome of sensuality. I raise my body to meet hers and we embrace. Her kisses are more urgent and even though I try to make this moment last I cannot when inside she feels so fucking good. The strength of our passion takes us to a place nonexistent to this world. A place she has created with her power and brutal honesty. I start to come and I can feel her inner walls gripping me tight. I try to capture her splendor in a kiss. I want take her to my mouth and drink her soul. When the last drop of cum pours out of me and into her I close my eyes and cross my heart.