Silence filled the house like an unseen presence as the moonlight filtered through the windows and cast odd shadows on the walls and furniture. An old grandfather clock in the hallway ticked away the remaining minutes of the night and the hum of a ceiling fan made the stillness seem not so lonely.
In the master bedroom two people lay motionlessly under a red, velvet, down comforter on the king sized bed. A silk robe hung from one of the mahogany bedposts and articles of other clothing had been cast carelessly to the floor around the bed. Soft moonlight created a gloaming effect in the room and the quiet sound of steady breathing was all that could be heard.
Some unknown dream broke the stillness of Sarah’s sleep, and she lifted her head from the feathered pillow to glance around the dim illumination the full moon created in her bedchamber. Passing a hand over her eyes to wipe away the haziness of sleep, she slid from under the warmth of the heavy blankets and wrapped her naked body in the silken robe before silently padding down the stairs to the kitchen.
The moonlight allowed her to see her way through the house with out turning on any lights, and she quietly found a glass and poured herself some Perrier from a bottle in the refrigerator. Finishing off the fizzy liquid she placed the glass in the sink and began her journey back to bed.
On her way through the living room, Sarah paused to examine the baby grand piano that sat in the small enclave by the front window. She loved to play, although only moderately good at it, and sitting on the smooth black piano stool she ran her fingers over the ivory keys. Depressing a couple of the black and white notes, she laid her cheek on the top of the instrument so she could feel the vibrations of the strings inside.
The temptation was too much, and the atmosphere around her seemed to beg for Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata so quietly, at first, she deftly pressed each key and began the haunting melody that she so enjoyed hearing. As she lost her self in the refrain, the musical crescendo grew louder and louder. With her eyes closed, her finger tips danced over the black and white of the piano’s keyboard as the music filled the silent house with sound.
Sarah didn’t hear James as he slipped down the stairs and walked up behind her to listen to her playing. Unaware of his presence until he pressed his naked form against her back and leaned down to deliver a kiss to her neck, she stopped abruptly from the surprise of his touch, then relaxed and reached a hand up to touch the smoothness of his muscular shoulder.
Sitting down beside her, James indicated that he wanted her to continue playing, so picking up where she left off Sarah continued to play as he continued to kiss her neck. Finishing with Beethoven, she then began Mozart’s Ein Klein Nachtmusik. His kisses became more intense as he sucked and bit at the tender skin on her neck then slid her robe down over her breasts.
This was an enjoyable game to her, trying to concentrate on playing as his touches grew in strength and number. James had removed her robe completely and now had his head between her chest and the keyboard as he bit her nipples and traced his tongue around her large areolas. Gently parting her legs, his fingers slowly searched the heat of her skin for the small spot that sent shivers through her thighs.
When he heard her playing slow or drop off, he would stop until she picked it up again then he would continue to slide his fingers in and out of her wet opening. James got up from the bench and moved it back a little from the piano; then he slid her body forward so that her round bottom was just barely on the seat. He crawled under the piano and positioned his face between her legs and parted her lips with his fingers.
As soon as his tongue touched Sarah’s clit, she stopped playing. James reached up and returned her hands to the keys, and as she began again he continued to roll his tongue over her swollen nub. As he bit at it with his teeth and then sucked on it, her playing became erratic and he knew she was loosing concentration on the music. A couple of well placed nibbles and he could taste her sweet juice flowing into his mouth as her legs shuddered and the playing stopped.
When he had licked the last drop from her hot nether mouth, he stood up and lifted her off of the piano stool, then sat down with her in front of him and turned her to again face the piano’s keyboard. James ran his fingers down Sarah’s arms as he placed her hands on the keys and brought her bottom into his lap.
“Play,” was the only word he spoke and Sarah began again with Beethoven’s Fur Elise. As she continued to play, he entered her, and rocked his hips back and forth in time with the music. Sarah played as best she could and tried to concentrate as he filled her with his own hardened baton. Her butt cheeks smacked against his thighs as she bounced up and down to meet his thrusts.
Every time James pushed his shaft into her welcoming warmth, she would pound the chord she was playing with intensity then stumble back into the flow of the melody. The sound was strange, yet amusing to him as he kissed her back and reached around to run his fingers over her own key.
Sarah could no longer play any recognizable tune; as her muscles contracted around James’ member, she gave over control of her body to the rise of pleasure that was mounting within her. She wantonly bounced on top of him as her feminine mouth milked his ready rod and her climax exploded through the muscles of her legs and up her belly to the tips of her hard nipples.
James held Sarah’s hips as he felt her body growing weak from the ecstasy that was ripping through her. Catching her in his arms as her legs gave way beneath her, he was not done making music with her just yet.
As he lifted her body and lay her face first on top of the baby grand, James spread Sarah’s legs and placed her knees on top of the black and white ivories. Grabbing her hips to pull her closer, he again drove himself into her slick opening. Pulling and pushing her body into and away from his own, he felt his need for her growing with every stroke.
With each thrust James lifted Sarah’s body slightly from the piano, then listened to the cacophony as her knees came down upon random keys. Beethoven and Mozart would have turned in their graves to hear such a racket coming from the desecration of the four legged instrument.
James felt his own body began to grow tense as his muscles readied themselves to ejaculate his seed into her secret chamber. Feeling Sarah readying to climax again as her inner muscles clamped onto his sensitive staff, he could no longer stop his body from releasing his lust. The sound of their cries mixed with the pounding of the piano reverberated through the house as their passion culminated and drenched them both in sweat.
Fading sounds from the musical equipment were replaced by the gasping and heavy breathing of the pair as they absorbed their pleasure, letting it wash over their bodies. Nothing could compare to the music that they made together.
James sat back on the bench and kissed Sarah’s exposed bottom before he pulled her down into his lap. Brushing a few errant strands of hair out of her face, he then covered her lips with his as he caressed her breast with his hand. Looking into her pale green eyes, he smiled at the dreamy look that he could see within them.
James tasted her tongue for a few more minutes before he lifted her in his arms and carried her up the stairs, threw her onto the bed and then dove in next to her. As he buried his face in her bosom, Sarah wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly to her. They were both exhausted from the night’s symphony and quickly fell asleep, as the sound of the strings still vibrating inside the piano quietly died away into the night.
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2:02 pm Sunday, 18th November, 2012
That is brilliant, eroticisum at its finest. I enjoyed reading that very much. |
