Page 51 of When We Fall: Part Two
I wasn’t sure what had come over me, but knowing I made her happy today pushed me to my next move.
A gasp left her lips as I lifted her and placed her ass on the keys, making the notes sound out.
She stared up at me with wide eyes.
“I’m going to assume the answer to my question is no, but sweetheart, have you ever been fucked on a piano before?”
She parted her lips and shook her head slightly.
“Well, cross it off your list,” I whispered against her lips as I pushed her panties aside.
“You’re going to fuck me? Here?” she choked out.
“Yes,” I answered back, guiding my dick to her waiting pussy. “I want to make you sing for me. Can you do that?”
She nodded wordlessly, and I pushed deep inside her body. Her head fell back as I thrust in and out of her, the keys sounding out their discordant notes as I fucked into her.
I pushed her top down, exposing her breasts, before I sucked against the delicate skin of her throat, marking her several times as she twisted her fingers into my shirt.
“Sing,” I whispered against the shell of her ear. “I want to hear you.”
“E-Ethan,” she rasped as I jutted into her.
“Please. Sing for me, sweetheart.”
She opened her mouth, a gasping note coming out before another.
Fuck, I loved the way it sounded.
I moved faster, urging her to keep singing.
Her pussy tightened before I tugged her off the piano to let her come. Her legs wrapped around me as she jerked in my arms, her face buried in my neck. I felt her lips on my skin, sucking, marking me like I marked her.
It made me come hard with a low groan. My cock twitched deep inside her trembling body before I gently placed her back on the piano. I tilted her chin up so she could look at me.
“I like making music with you, sweetheart,” I said softly, smiling down at her.
Her lips twitched. “You’re a hell of an artist.”
“You make me better.” I glanced over to see that my phone had recorded the entire thing. “Cole is going to be so jealous.”
She laughed before pulling my face down to kiss me. I went easily, relishing in all that was my girl.
“It’s getting late,” I whispered against her soft lips. “We should go.”
She nodded. “We should.”
We stayed that way for another long moment, me still very much buried inside her, before I lifted her off the piano and placed her on her feet, my cock slipping away.
She winced, giving me a bashful look afterward.
“You OK?” I asked, tucking myself into my pants.
“Yeah. Sore. A-And really turned on.”
I chuckled at that. “Me too, babe. Me too. Let’s go home and snuggle.”
She nodded eagerly, her tits back in her dress and her skirt down.
