*~*~*DAVIDS POV*~*~*
Melodic chords of my treasured baby grand piano inter-mingled with a high soprano reverberated through the apartment. The rain provided its harmonies and I listened carefully. When had she snuck out of bed?
I tug on a pair of sweatpants and open the bedroom door, hanging back to find the tune in my head. ‘ Wrapped Around Your Finger’ by The Police. A shiver tingles up my spine as her voice lowers to a throaty rasp. I chance a glimpse around the corner.
Her eyes are closed and her face is filled with a fiery passion I’ve become acquainted with. She finishes the song and I clap slowly, startling her from her reverie. I can feel her blush penetrating the dark.
“Jesus fuck, D,” she giggles, “I thought you were asleep.”
“How can I sleep when angels are singing?”
She blushes again and bows her head, almost trying to hide. “Thanks...It’s been a few years.”
I lean onto the piano, supporting myself on my forearms. “Couldn’t sleep?”
“I did for a couple of hours. The body tends to get restless during the night,” she shrugs and plunks the ivory keys.
“Why didn’t you say something? I’ll happily help you with that issue.” I slide onto the piano bench and kiss her cheek. “How about something slower? Work your way back up…” I place her left hand on the rhythm chords and show her three simple ones. “Let your hand flow over the keys. Imagine it being the guided partner in a dance.”
My right-hand joins hers and the left slides around her waist, holding her close to my side. “And this hand takes the guiding position. Directing the tempo and melody.”
The melody weaves between different songs and she follows my lead. I feel her head resting on my shoulder. “Think I could bring you back home with me?”
Her question makes a lump rise in my throat and I swallow thickly. I’m sure this was the concern from Jon’s text earlier. Fuck. “I’m not gonna tell you what I think you wanna hear. You know my life is up here and all over the planet. But I’ll damn well make sure this is the greatest week a man has ever given you. Maybe even steal you away when I’m close.”
She nods and I slide a finger under her chin. “Mmm...promise?”
“All the promises,” and I seal it with a deep kiss. “You know what always helps me to sleep? A midnight snack. I picked up a few things for ice cream sundaes on my way back from work.” Without waiting for her answer, I go to the kitchen and collect the various sundae items with a single spoon.
I set everything on the piano and she cocks an eyebrow at me. “No bowls?”
“We don’t need em,” I reply and hold out my hand to her. She takes it gingerly and I haul her against my body, taking note of the storm rolling in over the city. Rain splatters the windows and lightning crackles across the sky.
I take my time pulling at the sash around her waist, placing butterfly kisses along her collarbone and neck. Her soft pink silken robe pools at her feet and she gasps as her perfect nipples meet the cool air. She looks incredibly vulnerable as her panties join the robe, tilting her head up to gaze into my eyes.
Her fingers play through my chest hair and she tweaks my nipples playfully. That hand trails down my stomach and under my shorts, grazing my cock. I grab her wrists, firm but gentle, and lift them to eye level.
“Remember what I said about the guided partner?” My hips rock with hers and pin her to the side of the piano. I hook her arms around my neck and slip my hands under her ass, lifting her onto the Steinway.
She spreads her legs to welcome me and I let her, feeling the smoldering heat from her pussy. I can’t stop myself and sink my fingers into her. “Fuck, woman, you’re so goddamn sexy.” I feel the want and need rising up...the want to fuck her and the need to possess her.
“Da--David, please,” she begs in a whisper, her fingers grasping for purchase at my chest. She finds it and her claws dig into my flesh. “Y--you want me for dessert?” She bats her eyelashes at me.
I answer with only a smirk and peel off the lid of a mint chocolate chip carton, scraping the spoon along its creamy surface. For a moment, I stand back and lick the spoon greedily.
“Don’t forget me,” she whines.
“Oh...I don’t plan on it, baby,” I growl with a grin and finish off the spoon. “You want a bite?” She nods eagerly and I load the spoon once more. I hold it out to her but retract it when she leans forward. Finally, I go to tip it into her mouth and let my hand fall away. The sweet dollop of ice cream drops onto one tit. “Oops.”
I set the spoon down and pick up the ice cream in my hand, lifting it to her lips. You could say I had her eating out of my hand. And you’d be right. Her tongue darts out to lap up the melting cream and she giggles.
“Mmm yummy.” She reaches over and scoops out more from the carton, coating her fingers. “Want it?” I take those fingers into my mouth and suckle each one, scraping her skin gently with my teeth. She puckers up for a kiss but I back away and pick up a small pillow from the couch.
“Here…” I place it on the piano. “Lay back for me, babydoll.” She follows my request and lays on the piano, her body splayed naked for my enjoyment. This is mine. My dessert to savor in the darkness with only the lightning and faint city lights providing illumination.
Her legs dangle over the side and I slowly peel a banana for her to see. “I put it in the freezer just for you, baby.” I toss the banana skin into the trash and hold it to her lips. “Open up.” She does and I insert only the first inch, allowing her to suck it and enjoy the sweetness.
I coax her feet onto the smooth surface and tease her pussy with the fruit. She cries out when the frozen tip touches her. “Shhh...Remember, babydoll. No screaming. Only sweet moans…”
She inhales sharply as I work the banana into her body, the arch providing stimulation to every aching inch. I fit the full length in and admire it. Next is the ice cream and she has to bite her lips down to keep from screaming.
The light green sugary confection gets slathered between her tits and along her belly, my fingers performing this masterpiece. I swirl a single finger into her navel. Another dollop and her back arches as it drips into her hot slit.
“Fuck, D...goddamnit that’s cold!”
“Allow me to warm you up then.” She moans when I drizzle on the warm chocolate sauce. I lick my lips and finish up my sundae with whipped cream. “Push a little of the banana out, baby. There you go. That’s my good girl.”
I take hold of it and pump her pussy with the frozen fruit. She’s shivering from the cold and moans when I angle the banana up to massage her tender bundle of nerves. “Oooh shiiiit…” Her eyes are tearing up and I bury the banana for the time being.
“Such a sweet woman.” I lower my head to tease her warm folds where the ice cream is fully melted. It mingles with her pussy juice and I moan hungrily for it. I follow where the trail of chocolate sauce disappears, needing to taste more of her.
My cool fingers spread her folds and, starting close to her fiery entrance with a tiny nibble of banana, I lick bottom to top like the most delicious ice cream cone during a hot summer day. I find her hard clit, pulsating and I roll it with my tongue to extract a prolonged groan from her lips.
The rich chocolate teases my taste buds and I go searching for more. The tip of my tongue exploring, seeking, tasting between each delicious fold. The banana is softening and joining the pool of moisture where she’s sitting.
Her muscles constrict and relax, pushing the now mushy banana out inch by inch. Creamy drops anoint the shiny black surface of my piano, pooling just below her ass and the rest dribbling down my chin and chest.
Her fingers appear and I watch them, coated with a generous helping of ice cream, and she spreads it around her pussy lips. I growl and nip at her inner thighs, her hand trailing up to smear cream and sauce over my face.
“Care for a second helping?” She coos and moans when I slurp it up hungrily.
I stand straight and grab the bottle of chocolate sauce, drizzling over my hardened cock. She squeals in delight as I pull her roughly towards the edge. “I don’t have cherries but I can top you with something better.”
Her toes barely caress the floor and I impale her on my dick, the mushy banana oozing out of her pussy. It drips down my balls and thighs, falling with an unceremonious gloop on the hardwood floor. She locks her arms around my neck, chest to chest.
My hands are sloppy and I grip at the nape of her neck, getting the delicious swirl of sauce, whipped cream, and chocolate chunks in her hair. I capture her lips and tease her tongue with mine. My hips thrust against her as she reaches for the sauce.
I break the kiss to gaze upon the beautiful creature. “Lick it up, handsome,” she whimpers and tips the bottle in front of my eyes, the stream of chocolate falling between us, onto her pretty tits and lubing up my cock as I stroke in and out of her body.
“Fuck, babydoll.” I lick a sweet trail to a hard nipple, taking it in my mouth and devouring my treat. Her tits bounce happily as I fuck her, eyes rolling into her head when the base of my cock rubs against her clit. It’s incredibly hot and gooey and it takes all I am to hold off.
No...not until she does...not until...she...fucking...cums...
I groan and nearly come apart as her slippery hand cups my balls, massaging them in her palm. I gasp as the sauce, cooling now, trickles down my spine and into the crease of my ass. The bottle falls from her hand after a particularly hard thrust.
“Oh goddamnit, darlin’,” she cries out softly and her eyes are watering.
I hold her against me, groaning in her ear and speed up my pace. Each thrust makes a satisfying squelch, our bodies sticking to each other. “You gonna cum for me? You gonna give me that cherry on top, baby?”
“Yeeeesssssss,” she hisses and grips me tighter.
“I want my fucking cherry, babydoll,” and I dart my tongue out lick up sauce and sweat from her neck. I drive my cock to the hilt, withdraw...in...out...in with her sharp inhale and out with every gasp. I scoop one arm under a leg to open her wider and I see the chocolate sauce with her juices squirting thickly with each thrust.
“Fuuuuuuuck, baby, oooooh gooooooood…..”
She drops her head back, coming undone in my arms, squirting twice and every muscle in her body twitching. I follow her and my cock spasms violently, filling her with my own cream. “Mmm...that’s my cherry, babydoll...fuck…”
*~*~*
We stand under the hot water, wrapped in a sweet embrace, letting it clean off the remnants. The water pools in a pale green and light brown, but we don’t care. Our hands gently wash the other, lips pressed together in a passionate kiss.
Steam fills the room and she nuzzles her nose to mine. We take turns lathering each other up. She takes a strange sort of pleasure in washing my hair, nails scratching my scalp and I let out a small groan. There is no talking. There’s no need.
She’s thorough in washing my body, her face giving off an expression of...euphoria. Around my cock and down my balls, her fingers those of angel. I groan in surprise as they explore further back, spreading my ass cheeks and rinsing it clean.
I smirk and take my turn. Luckily, my wife forgot her nicest smelling shampoo and shower gel here from last time. What a shame. Japanese Cherry Blossoms. Exquisite and my favorite. She gazes up as I lather up her hair and inhale the scent. It goes straight through me.
I adjust the showerhead so she’s just out of the spray and continues working her body. My fingers spread the shower gel and I use my loofa to build the suds. Soon she’s covered head to toe. I hang the loofa up and detach the showerhead.
She tilts her head back towards me and I begin rinsing down her back and legs. There’s no need to ask her to turn. Her tits are taunting me. Again. I direct the spray over her shoulders and chest, moving to my knees the lower I get. Finally, I’m kneeling in front of her. A humble servant to this Goddess.
“Put your foot up here,” I pat the shower bench, “Need to get you absolutely pristine, baby.”
She balances using my shoulder and the wall, spreading her body open to me once more and pinned to the wall. God, it’s divine. She's sensitive and jumps when the stream hits her clit. I smirk wickedly and hold her still with a hand on her belly.
“You’re so soft and beautiful, baby,” I rasp, taking care to rinse inside her pussy, “So sexy…”
Her moans echo off the bathroom walls and its music to my ears. She leans her head back against the shower wall, breathing in and out slowly, and trembles as I turn my attention back to her clit. Between the powerful water jet and my mouth, she soars off to heaven over and over, moaning my name like an angel and swearing like the devil.
She damn near collapses into my arms and I wrap us both in towels. The rain has only gotten worse and we take our time drying each other in front of the large bedroom window, lightning illuminating our faces.
Her hand touches my cheek and I kiss the palm, my bright blue eyes staring down into hers. She draws away and crawls onto my big bed, laying into the pillows. “Think you got one more in you, lover?”
How could I refuse that proposal? How could I refuse her? I drop my towel to the floor and join her in bed for one more...just one more...
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