Page 34 of Sinful Professor
I moan around him and nod my head. But he still protests.
“You don’t have to do this,” he bites out.
I moan again and get to work, sliding my mouth up and down his painfully hard cock. After a few seconds, his hands leave me, and he starts the song from what I think is the beginning. Much like he did earlier, I move in time with the music. Lyrics fall from his lips along with short words of encouragement to me.
“God, that’s it, Sadie…so fucking good…”
I keep moving, in no hurry to bring him to a release until necessary. As much as he’s made my needs during sex his priority, I feel like I need to do the same now. At some point, I feel like I’m in a trance. Like his song is what’s moving me, and I suppose it is. My ears perk up as I hear the short section of melody that was giving him trouble. He plays it once, twice, and a third time. But on the fourth pass, he changes things and what he plays is simply beautiful. I moan my delight around his cock, and then he cries out my name as he fills my mouth with his seed.
I pull back and take what he gives while he lightly massages my scalp. My name continually leaving his lips as if he’s saying a prayer. When he’s spent, I pull my mouth off him as he pushes back the piano bench and pulls me up into his arms for a kiss.
“My God,” he pants. “That was incredible.”
“It sounded beautiful,” I tell him with a smile. “That part you seemed to be struggling with.”
“Jesus, Sadie,” he chokes out. “I wanted you to rest. I would have figured it out.”
“And I want to be everything you need,” I remind him.
“That you are,” he breathes. “Everything I need and more.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“Good,” he grins. “Because that’s the title of my new song.”
Twenty-Three
When I wake on Saturday morning, my beautiful, sweet goddess is sprawled across my chest. Her right arm around my torso and her head resting on my left pec. Her hair is a tangled, beautiful mess obscuring her lovely face.
My God, I am one lucky bastard.
For several long minutes, I enjoy the feel of her body on mine as I lightly trail my hand up and down her spine. She inhales deeply before releasing a long, soft sigh. I smile and then shiver when she turns her head and presses a soft kiss to my chest.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” I rasp.
“Morning,” she says through a yawn.
“Do you need more sleep?” I tease.
“I don’t know,” she smiles up at me through her lashes. “Do you plan on wearing me out again today?”
“Only if you allow it.”
“You know I will,” she breathes. “Because you know I love it when you take care of me.”
With that, she rises up to kiss me. Then we go about our morning with a light breakfast and some coffee before I settle at my piano again. At my insistence, Sadie gets comfortable on the couch with a book. She’s wearing a simple jersey dress that hugs her beautiful curves. At her insistence, she’s not wearing anything underneath. Which was already driving me insane because I could see her hardened nipples underneath the soft fabric.
Even so, I do my best to focus on my song and not my need for her. However, she somehow seems to sense when I’m struggling. And before I break my concentration, she’s right there for me. Giving me exactly what I need to keep moving forward. Twice now, I’ve only given her pleasure. Now, an hour and a half later, I can’t find the right sound for the ending. A soft curse leaves me. Then she speaks my name.
“Brock.”
When I turn my head, she’s there. My goddess and my muse, gloriously naked and achingly beautiful.
“Sadie,” I breathe.
“You’re almost finished, aren’t you?”
“I am,” I nod. “I’m trying to, yeah.”
