Page 35 of Willow
“If we had a business meeting, I’d be two minutes late. Since I have a date with a piano, then technically I’m not.” Work with me, it’s the first thing that came to mind.
I give him a wide berth as I step into the elevator. Hoping I’m here for more than just the piano. If his smoldering stare is any indication, I’d say he has more than piano lessons on his mind. Now I’m thankful I soaked in the tub and I’m squeaky clean all over.
“You smell like lust and sin, love. Tonight, I want you to play the piano in the nude. Would you do that for me?” His thick cock is straining through his pants and it’s such a turn on knowing he’s into all this kinky kind of shit. I’m game.
“I’m willing to try anything once.” True that, right there. This man could get me to do just about anything. Like the window fetish thing he teased me with the other day. When the elevator door opens to the penthouse, he pins me against the wall.
“I’ve been fantasizing about this moment ever since that first time. I don’t think you realize the affect you have on me, Willow. It’s all-consuming and I can’t get enough of you.” He cages me in with his solid body, while his hands tug down my pants. I help him along by yanking on my sweater and tossing it on the floor. Not even my sexy bra and panty set last. With a flick of his wrist, my bra falls to the floor and my panties soon follow. If it were any other man, I’d want to cover my nudity. With Caleb, I let all my inhibitions go because I know he accepts all of my imperfections.
When he’s stripped me bare, he gestures with his hand to go sit on the bench. I can already feel the wetness pool at my center. The hard wooden bench will certainly grind against my pussy. I imagine that was his intention all along. He sits in the chair to my right, stroking the bulge trying to break free. It’s one of the most erotic scenes I’ve ever witnessed. The man’s fucking hot and I’m here with him.
“Play something classical, love.” Placing my hands on the keys, I play the first thing that comes to mind.Prelude in C Majorby Bach.
Closing my eyes, I get lost in the music. With visions of Caleb stroking his cock through his trousers playing on repeat in my brain. I’m desperate to open my eyes and glance over, but I don’t. His heavy breathing’s enough to make my pussy clench when I grind it on the hard bench. I’m so wet and needy that I just might come from the friction alone. When I’ve finished that song, I begin another.
I know he’s standing behind me when I feel the heat against my back. My breath hitches when his hands cup my neck, slide down my throat, and then cup my breasts. Oh god there’s something so carnal about playing the piano in the nude while he’s playing me!
When his hands move to my waist, spin me around, and something crashes to the floor, I panic. Until he sits me on the piano, throws my legs over his shoulders, and buries his face in my pussy. His mouth licks the fire that’s burning inside of me. I can’t think, I can’t breathe. I’m a ball of sensations when his hands press flat against my stomach, above my mound. For some reason, it intensifies the sensation coursing through me. His tongue is relentless. Licking, teasing, and devouring me with every swipe. My whole body’s trembling when I hear him murmur, “Pinch your nipples. Now.”
Oh god, oh god. I do what he asks and it’s like my nipples are connected to my clit and the harder I pinch the harder he sucks. With a guttural scream, I come undone.
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CALEB
We’rea tangledmess of legs and limbs as our breathing slows, and we recover from our countless orgasms. I’ll never be able to play my Steinway ever again without picturing Willow with her legs spread wide open and my face buried in the most intimate part of her. Now that it’s over, I’m glad I carried her into my bedroom to finish what we started. I can’t imagine what state that piano would have been in if I hadn’t. As it is, I might have to replace the bench after I sent it flying. It was well worth it.
“Are you thirsty?” I could use a cold beer. The hell with the wine tonight.
“Mm, later. I’m comfortable and don’t want you to move an inch.” I’m surprised she’s not wanting to jump in the shower since our bodies are sticky with sweat and body fluids. Who am I to argue? I love holding her and won’t go anywhere until she’s ready. My nights with her are far and few in between. The thought of her leaving shortly has me crawling up the walls.
“You won’t get any complaints from me, love.” With my leg wedged between hers we hold on tight, knowing our time is limited. Not only tonight, but she’ll be going on tour in a few more days. It’s going to be the longest four months of my life.
I wake up in a start. Fuck, we fell asleep! My phone is chirping on the bedside table, and I know Anna’s texting me before I even look at the time. Rolling over, I grab my phone and swipe. It’s fucking midnight. “Willow, wake up. It’s after midnight and I need to leave. Wake up, love.”
A yawn, a stretch, and she’s wide awake wearing nothing but a beautiful smile. Something’s off. Her locket. She’s not wearing it. Did she take off? “What’s your rush, Boss Man? Since we’re already here, why don’t we stay the night?”
“I’m afraid I can’t. I’ve told you before I have obligations. After tonight, I’ve run out of favors. We don’t have time to shower, so grab your necklace and get dressed.” She looks confused and then reaches for her locket. Absolute fear replaces the confusion in an instant.
“Caleb, where’s my necklace?” Now she’s furious like I’m hiding it.
“I’ve no idea, but we need to run. Let’s get dressed and I’ll come back tomorrow to find it.” I’m scrambling to get dressed and tap out a text when she starts ripping the sheets off the bed.
“You don’t understand, I need to find it. Oh god, Oh god. He gave it to me for my birthday. Caleb, help me. Please help me.” Who gave it to her for her birthday? Her father? She’s so distraught that I tap out a text that I never thought I could as long as I was alive.
Me:Anna. There’s been an emergency. I’m begging you to stay the night and you can take tomorrow off. I’ll be home as soon as I can.
I wait with bated breath as I watch Willow fall apart.
Anna:This one time. Best not happen again.
Now I’m crawling on the floor with Willow as she searches under the bed.
She’s sobbing so loudly that all I want to do is comfort her, but not before we find the locket.
“I can’t find it! Oh my god, it’s all your fault.” I’m taken aback when her fists connect with my chest, but I don’t try to stop her. “You had your hand around my throat and you broke it.” A slap across my face, a punch to my stomach, and more to my chest. It feels like a knife to my heart. It’s fine, though, because nothing could hurt me more than finding out my baby girl has CF.
Sobs like I’ve never heard in all of my thirty-nine years on this earth fill the room. It just breaks my heart. Lifting her up, I cradle her in my arms and sit in the chair. Doing whatever I can to soothe her broken heart.