Page 51 of The Woman

Moaning, her hands drop from the keys to grip my forearms, but this time I let them. Her fingers dig in at the same time her muscles tense, and she comes, soaking my fingers and the rest of my hand.

Her face still shows remnants of her state of bliss when she turns to look at me, and it has my lips landing on hers in another one of those desperate kisses I always seem to be craving from her. I slip my tongue in to meet hers, angling my head for better access. She tastes like all of my favorite delicacies combined.

Pulling back from her mouth, I finally withdraw my fingers, bringing them to my lips for a taste and licking them clean while Avery watches with hooded eyes. I can’t decide which I like best. Her mouth or her cum.

I’ll ponder that some other time because I’m not done with her yet. The more she stares at me like that, the greater the need to be inside her is.

“Stand up,” I order.

With slow movements, she starts to get to her feet. I help her along by pushing her the rest of the way and forcing her to lean over the piano, causing her ass to stick out. I shove the bench seat out of my way and move directly behind her, smoothing a hand over her back.

“Move your legs apart,” I tell her, my voice raspy and thick with desire.

I like it when she doesn’t do as I say. It sparks something inside me that gets my blood pumping.

But I must say, watching as she obeys me and spreads her feet further apart, I realize that I fucking love when she does what I say.

Staring at her ass on display for me has me feeling wild and rapidly losing control. Taking a woman from behind had been something that interested me back when I watched those videos. Now, I have the sweetest-looking ass attached to the most appealing and rare woman laid out in front of me.

I reach one hand out to dig my fingers into her flesh. Meanwhile, I work at my belt buckle with the other. My blood is sizzling, my heart pumping the heated liquid throughout my body, driving the need to be inside her.

With my pants and boxer-briefs out of the way, I lean my body over hers, pressing my palms flat to the piano on either side of her head, dragging my lips across her shoulders.

“Are you ready for me?”

When she nods her head against the smooth surface, I press a kiss to her shoulder and then line myself up.

An exhale is forced from my lips as I push inside. This is a different angle than last night, and with it brings different sensations. I have to focus all my attention on controlling my cock, which has already gotten thicker with one thrust inside her.

With a few deep breaths, I manage to calm myself, then start pumping my hips. I try to keep a slower pace at first, but it’s not long before I’m gripping her shoulders to stop her body from sliding forward with every thrust and start going harder, deeper.

I breathe through gritted teeth, listening to her moans mixed with the sound of slapping skin.

She turns me into an unrestrained, feral man. The need to come inside her and claim her grows stronger with each thrust, though I know she’s already technically mine.

“I want to have you up against the window sometime, looking out at the city as I sink inside you.”

Avery responds with a sound that drives me even more crazy, and I rut into her harder, her juices coating me and driving me savage. It only takes a few more thrusts, and she’s coming on my cock with a moan.

As much as I love this position, I can’t see those luscious lips and violet eyes staring back at me, which bothers me. Curling myself over her body, I reach up and grab a fistful of her hair, then angle her head to face me. There you are. She looks so damn sexy with her mussed-up hair and lust-filled eyes.

My lower back and groin start feeling light and heavy at the same time. Tingly. The pleasure is growing fast, and I can’t hold it back. As my whole body flushes hot, I crash my mouth into her parted lips and groan while my cock pulses and empties into her.

Our kisses turn languid, mixed with heaving chests and fast breaths. My hips slow but don’t stop pushing in and out until it becomes too sensitive to move.

Those same overwhelming feelings that bloom inside my chest and swallow up all the oxygen start to return, but this time, I force myself not to pull out and disappear. Instead, I run my fingers through her hair, trying to flatten some of the strands that are in disarray, and then push myself to straighten up.

As I stand behind her, still buried deep inside, I slide my hands over the curves of her body, admiring them.

And it finally hits me what I’ve been missing from my designs lately.

Chapter 23

Phoenix

“Passion and heart,” my grandfather had said I needed when he promoted me. But he never mentioned my buildings needing curves, intrigue, or uniqueness. That came to me last night as I stared down at Avery splayed across the piano in front of me, the residual currents of pleasure still thrumming through my body.

She represents what I want with my buildings – the inspiration I had been missing.

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