“It was a long time ago,” he says in a low voice. “Doesn’t matter now.” He lays the other hand over mine and squeezes gently.
“Do you still want to hear me play?” I tilt my head. “We can do something else if you want.”
He leans closer until his lips are almost brushing my ear. “You know what I want—to be inside you, feeling your pussy spasming around my cock all night long.”
White-hot heat sizzles in my gut, slickening the flesh between my legs. I let out a slow breath and squeeze them together.
“But we can do what you want tonight,” he adds.
“How about both?” I say, my voice slightly thick.
He laughs wickedly, the sound rippling over me like a physical touch. And when he kisses me, every thought vanishes from my head except for how much I adore him.