I take my hands off the keys, but she slowly shakes her head no, a half-smile on her perfect pink lips, so I continue to play, starting the song over again at the beginning. She spreads her thighs wide, and drags a perfectly manicured forefinger from her wet opening to her clit and down again, then licks that finger clean.
Jesus, I’m rock hard and yearning for her, but she’s in control here. As my fingers move over the keys, she grips my hair in her fingers and guides me forward to her *, and I need no other invitation. I lick her, tracing the path of her finger a moment ago, then I suck on her clit, in tight, rapid pulses. Her fist tightens on my hair, and then it’s gone, and she’s leaning back on the piano, on her elbows, so she can still watch me.
She tastes so fucking good. Musky and sweet at the same time. I lick down to her lips, suck them in my mouth and fuck her with my tongue, lapping at her. Her head is thrashing and she’s mewling, her noises moving through my body and straight to my pulsing cock.
My fingers fumble on the keys. Fuck it. My hands grip her thighs and spread her wider as I push my face more firmly against her. She’s going to come. My hands scoop up her ass, pulling her against my lips, and she jerks violently, her heels making the piano shout loudly as she plants them on the keys and pulses against my mouth.
Finally, she melts back into the top of the piano, panting, moaning, shaking.
I pull back and watch my fingers gently pet her swollen *. She raises her head to look down at me, and seeing that look in her eyes sends me over the edge.
I stand abruptly, sending the bench over on its side, and I don’t care. I need to be inside her.
Now.
“Fuck me, that was hot,” I growl.
Chapter Nine
Callie
Hell yes, it was hot. Declan’s given me some pretty amazing orgasms, but I don’t think I’ve ever come like that.
I want to curl up in a satisfied ball and sleep like a kitten.
Instead, Declan grips my hips and pulls me off the piano, tugs me around to the side and bends me over it, so the very tips of my toes barely reach the floor.
I’ve never felt so small in all of my life. Because I’m not small. But Declan moves me around like I am, and I freaking love it.
“Do you have any idea,” he growls against my ear as he pushes inside me, and grips my throat with his other hand, tipping my head back. “Any idea how fucking amazing you are? Jesus, I can’t see straight.”
He’s keeping me pulled back against his chest, not choking me, just making sure I stay right where he wants me, his mouth is pressed to my ear, and he’s fucking me harder than he ever has before.
“Never stop wanting you,” he mutters, then groans when I tighten my * around him. He wraps my left leg back around his hip and finds my clit with his fingers, and proceeds to play it like he did when I was splayed before him, and that’s it. I can’t hold back.
“Ohmygod,” I cry as I tighten further and, unable to control any muscle in my body, I come around him.
“Oh fuck,” he growls and comes with me, pushing harder and deeper, until it just almost hurts, in the very best way.
He releases his hold on me and I collapse against the piano, gasping for air, drained of all energy. He’s gripping my hips, still buried to the hilt. Finally, he places kisses on my spine as he pulls out, then leads me out of the room.
“Where are we going?”
“We both need a shower.”
“I just took one.” He grins back at me, completely proud of himself.
“You need another one.”
***
“You’re sure you’re okay with this?” I ask for the fourth time in fifteen minutes and hate the uncertainty in my voice. Declan just smiles and kisses my forehead before I lower myself into my car.
“You’ll have a good time. My sisters are fun. Plus, there are shoes involved, and for some reason, that makes women bond.”
“Kind of like football for guys,” I agree with a nod. “Okay, I’m gonna go, but just for a little while, so I don’t seem rude.”
“You have no reason to be nervous,” he says reasonably as he leans on my door.