Page 50 of The Woman

I sit staring at the doorway, but it takes only thirty seconds more before my feet start leading me in that direction, like an invisible force that pulls me to her constantly.

She starts withdrawing her fingers from the keys when I move around the piano and approach her from behind, but I stop her movements, bending to grab each wrist and place them back where they were.

“Keep playing.”

Sucking in her breath, she starts again. But I don’t lift my fingers from her skin. Slowly, I trail them up her arms and then brush them over the exposed skin of her shoulders and neck. That familiar buzz starts thrumming through my veins, heating me from the inside.

“Did you wear this for me, Avery?”

Goosebumps spread across her skin, and I feel her breath hitch, a reaction to me that gives me great pleasure.

When she doesn’t say anything in response, I lean in closer to her ear. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” she whispers back, still staring at the sheet music before her.

My cock swells, and I hum, running the back of my knuckles over her shoulders once more, then up the delicate skin of her neck and along her jaw. She fumbles and plays the wrong note but doesn’t stop.

I close my eyes and continue allowing my hands to roam her body, forcing myself to hold back from tearing her clothes off – up and down her arms, along her shoulders, and down her back. I can’t stop touching her, just like today.

She wasn’t able to hide the extra light in her eyes whenever I held her hand or touched her back, so I kept doing it.

Sliding lower, I tug the hem of her dress up over her ass. It barely covered it, to begin with. Next, I reach around to the front, dip my hands between her thighs, and push, widening them.

Another puff of air blows past her lips when I glide one of my hands along until it’s pressed into her heat. She’s not wearing any underwear and is already wet. My chest rumbles with a low groan.

Is this the way it always is?

Burying my face into the side of her neck, I inhale deeply, maneuvering my hands to stroke her a few times before pressing a finger inside. Her scent is so alluring, and I can’t breathe in enough of it.

Avery’s breathing gets louder, faster. She tries to pull her hands away from the keys again, but I don’t let her.

“Keep playing, Avery,” I murmur against her neck.

She exhales. “I like it when you say my name.”

I pause momentarily. I hadn’t realized it before, but it’s true that I’ve rarely used her name. I probably used it as a way to keep a certain detachment from her. Not that it worked.

I continue on, lifting my other hand to cup one of her breasts as I pump my finger in and out slowly.

“Avery.”

As soon as her name leaves my lips, I feel her clench tighter around me, showing me exactly what it does to her.

Dropping her head back to my shoulder, she closes her eyes but continues playing, though it’s much more choppy than before.

“I like your voice as well,” she adds.

Brushing my lips over her cheek, I relish the shiver she gives. “Is that right?”

I add a finger and then increase my speed, loving the whimper that leaves her mouth.

My father had indicated that taking our pleasure was the normal way of doing things, but I quite enjoy giving it to her. That’s not to say that I don’t plan on burying myself deep inside her as well. My painfully hard cock jerks at just the thought of it.

Lowering my other hand to her clit, I begin rubbing over it while my fingers continue moving in and out of her, faster and faster. I’ve learned what makes her moan and what seems to turn her on more.

She’s not even playing a song anymore. It’s become a chaotic mixture of random keys being pressed as she starts losing herself in the feelings.

“Avery,” I whisper before breathing her in and sucking on the skin of her neck.

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