Page 247 of Frost and Death
Tove hunches forward, keeping me focused on hearing her every wish and desire. “And I want you to fuck me against this piano. Hard.”
Her words barely leave her mouth before I spring up to kiss her, fumbling for her skirts as she reaches for my trousers. She frees my cock faster than I can remove her clothing, and Sweet Makers, when she takes me in her hand.
“Fuuuck,” I rasp.
Tove nips at my lip in response, her hand twisting my dick in her grasp as I help her out of the dress and remove my tunic.
I return to her breasts the second her dress is discarded, one hand dragging along her sex and rubbing her pussy. My cock pulses at the thought of driving into her when I feel how aroused she is.
“Are you wet for me?” I ask, kissing her breast before latching my teeth along her nipple.
I suck her breast and pinch her clit in tandem, Tove rewarding me with another whimpered moan as her head falls back, her hands gripping the piano for support.
My own need takes hold, seeking to achieve my wife’s desire of being fucked hard. I lift her legs around my waist, bracing her further against the piano and thrusting my dick inside of her without a second thought.
We both gasp, Tove’s eyes widening with pleasure. Her cunt is so tight, its begging me to fuck her harder.
“So fucking wet for me, my wife.”
Her features warm at my acknowledgment. “Always, my husband,” she breathes.
I kiss her deeply, thrusting hard and deep, my hand rubbing her clit.
Tove arches against the piano, her hips grinding. Each of us holds one side of the instrument, and Tove’s legs flex, her nails digging into my hip.
“More,” she pleads greedily.
I am happy to oblige. I drive deeper, savoring each thrust as it pleases her flawless body.
She arches further back, almost laying on the top of the piano, allowing me the perfect chance to savor her.
I suck the tip of her nipple, and I rub her clit faster. The tension of her walls tighten around my cock, and I take her in, loving the sounds escaping her and the tightness in her face when she gets closer and closer to her climax.
Her chest rises and falls with mine, her gorgeous body displayed for only me to revel in.
“I’ll never get tired of this,” I promise her as I trail kisses along her skin. “Seeing you writhe as your pretty little cunt takes me makes me harder.”
Her eyes meet mine as I increase my pace, moving my hand and cock in tandem with her breaths, watching her reactions and making sure her needs are thoroughly met. She moans with the change in rhythm.
I praise her, knowing it unravels her in the best of ways. “The moans escaping your lips are my own composition I play through in my mind every second of every day.”
“Jer—” she pants.
Tove’s body convulses, tightening around my cock.
She is so close.
I lean in and kiss her with passion and love, keeping my momentum steady and true, ensuring she reaches ecstasy.
“Watching you completely shatter,” I breathe into her through grunted thrusts, “that is what undoes me.”
I kiss her again, calling forth my magic to send a wave of heat into her.
She senses it within seconds, drawing her own power to meet and join mine.
We breathe our magic into the other, a soothing chill kissing up my spine.
I know it does the same for her from the countless times we have done this, using it for our pleasure.
