Page 66 of Love Takes Home

I give her time to adjust to the new height with her instrument, and she starts to play. My hands are rubbing her outer thighs, creeping up her skirt until I touch flesh. One of her notes goes wonky.

“Careful. Wouldn’t want to mess the song up, now would we?”

“Don’t know if I cannot mess it up.”

“Try,” I quietly command her.

She starts to play again, and I slowly massage her legs. Outer thighs, tops, and finally, her inner thighs. I’m sure we look absolutely ridiculous, but I don’t care. She’s playing her musicfor me, and only me. I inch my fingers up her inner thighs until my thumbs are pressing against that damn fabric barrier.

“Are you particularly in love with these?” I ask, pulling the material away from her heat.

“Not really.”

“Good.”

I find the seam and rip. Another slip of the bow in her hand on the strings. As payback, she rubs her ass against my cock, doing its own job of trying to rip my pants to be free. All in due time.

Once she finds the melody again, I kiss her neck. “Ready, Beautiful?”

She softly moans but doesn’t say anything, her eyes closed and her right arm moving back and forth over the strings. Her left arm is lifted with her fingers on the neck of the cello.

Her pussy is wet, and I run my finger through her folds, gliding circles around her clit. She grinds against my hand, her fingers still making perfect frets, her bow still creating the sounds filling the room. I slide two fingers inside of her, thrusting them in and out, my thumb joining the effort and continuing the circles over her clit.

“Harrison,” she moans before the music stops and all we hear are the sounds of her wetness and my fingers.

“That’s it, Beautiful. Come for me. All over my fingers.”

She drops her head back onto me, my cock doing its damnedest to get friction on her ass, and my mouth is on the sensitive area of her neck, right under her jaw. When I feel her pussy tightening on my fingers, I increase my speed, making sure I rub that spot with each thrust.

“Now,” I tell her. “Come for me and I’ll fuck you.”

The words work. Ginny explodes on my hand, her release definitely leaving a wet spot on me. And I don’t give a single fuck about it. My pants are going to get even messier before we’re done.

Once Ginny comes down, still holding her cello between her thighs, I hold her up far enough that I can release myself.

“How are we supposed to do that?” she asks.

“Easy, baby. Just like this.” I sit her up, and tell her, “Play.”

With the first notes of a new melody flowing through the air, I pull her slowly on me until she’s seated on my dick. She leans even farther forward, never stopping the music, until her ass is in my hands and I can rock her over me.

“That’s it, Beautiful. You play, I’ll do the work. Enjoy the ride.”

This isn’t going to take long. Not with the way she’s hitting all my nerves. But she’s coming again. That’s not up for debate.

With one hand still on her hip helping to grind her on my cock, I spread my other hand flat across her belly. With my pinky, I find her clit and get to work.

“Keep doing that.” She moans and grinds down on me, her bow still moving across the strings, but her fingers have fallen off the strings and her hand rests on the body of the cello.

“Keep playing, Beautiful. I’ll get you there.”

“Want to feel you.”

“You will,” I promise.

A few more rotations of her hips and I feel the tingle in my balls. Flicking her with more pressure is all it takes for her to cry out my name as we both crash over the edge together. I hold her in this position, letting her ride out her orgasm, her pussy still clenching and releasing.

“Wow,” she breathes. “New kink unlocked?”

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