Page 112 of When Night Falls

Lucynda positions herself in front of the piano, fingers placed over the starting keys and her feet reach out for the pedals. She takes a deep breath before closing her eyes and readying herself.

I lean down as the tune commences, hearing the soft flutter of the strings create vibrancy around us.

She doesn't even flinch as I prepare my mouth against her neck. I tease her for only a second with my tongue, tracing the soft flesh from under the shell of her ear down to where her shoulder meets her neck. Everything comes alive inside me as I witness her skin turn to gooseflesh, aroused by the way my presence makes her feel.

I watch as her body starts to flow with the rhythm of her fingers moving delicately about the keys, not wanting to disturb her but also wanting to see just how far I can take this. I lean down to lift her up by her hips, she makes a little gasp as I situate myself underneath her, not a single key played out of tune as I do.

With Lucynda in my lap, she has to adjust a little to make sure she can reach all the working parts of the piano properly, but I don't pay any attention to that as I reach around to her stomach and drift my fingertip from her belly button, up to the sweet rosy peak of her nipple. I run my finger over her breast, light like a feather, before gliding it up to her collar bone, over the flesh of her throat then back down to the other nipple.

She makes a small movement against me and a little sound escapes her mouth as she continues to play the piece. I decide to be a little bit more aggressive with my approach, seeing as she's trying her best to hold up against my light touches. I take one of her breasts into my hand, allowing myself to pinch her nipple between my thumb and index finger while my other hand finds the sweet spot between her legs.

Her breath hitches when my finger circles her clit, I can already feel just how wet she is for me.

"Something you want to tell me, little one?" I don't want the game to get lost on us, I want her to tell me exactly how I make her feel.

I lean my head to see if I can make out an expression on her face, only to see her biting her lips and her eyes are closed.

I pick up my pace on her clit, still kneading her breast in the palm of my hand. My dick aches for her as she absentmindedly grinds her ass into me; yet her skill to play the song that echoes around us is flawless as she multitasks.

"Do you like this?" I ask her and she simply nods as she lets out a little whimper of pleasure.

"How about this?" I move my hand down a bit to allow myself to sink my middle finger into her core. I place my palm calculatingly over her clit to alleviate the ache I know she's feeling.

"Yes." Her breathless admission does nothing to settle the anguish I feel as I think about how I'm going to make her sing for me while she focuses on playing her own musical piece.

I quicken my thrusts, bringing my mouth in to clamp my teeth down onto the back of her shoulder—not enough to draw blood but enough to leave a mark.

"Oh, fuck," she cries, and she almost loses focus.

"Don't you dare fucking stop," I warn her.

She composes herself as I pull out of her to swipe her wetness through her slit and up to her clit, giving it a little bit of my attention before I push my finger back inside of her.

"Rivian," she breathes, and I can tell she's starting to get too dazed to keep playing but I force her to keep going.

She's about to reach the height of the song and I know she wants to come, but I love to feel her squirm against me as I whisper in her ear before kissing down her spine.

"Am I doing good enough for you?" I ask, keeping up with the little game she started. She simply nods as she holds her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Tell me what you want, little one?" I rub the pad of thumb along her nipple; my other hand grinds into her pussy as she presses into me, begging for more.

"I want to come," she admits in a throaty gasp, her voice thick with so much greed that it drives me to madness.

I start to finger fuck her into a frenzy, quickening the tempo of my thrusts as she builds to the apex of the music she's playing. I press my palm a little deeper to provide her some friction to her clit while I curl my finger inside of her to bring her to the point of pleasure that I so desperately crave to drain from her.

"Fuck," her moans escape her in a crescendo as she forces herself to push through the climax of the song simultaneously. "Rivian!" Her cry for my name sounds like a sinful saying falling from a nun's mouth. My wife breaks into a euphoric harmony as she comes in my hand along the bright, charming sound of the pinnacle that she rips from the black and white keys beneath her fingers.

The echoes of the sweet symphony shatter against the walls of our confines and enrapture me to the point of unraveling the sutures of my control, causing me to feel hunger as my queen crumbles in my hands.

She rides out her waves, her fingers barely touching the keys of the piano as the song also fades out against her soft whimpers. The finale to the perfect show as her pleasure unfurls before me.

"You want to know one thing that I savor the most about you, my sweet sin?" I let my husky tone whisper over her neck as she heaves lustful pants of air to fill her lungs. "It's that you are devastatinglyincandescent."

Emanating light as a result of being heated; an angel against the depths of Hell.

Passionate; full of powerful emotions.

She's a bright soul who was carved from the dark, only wanting to give more than she wants to take with the hope that someone will accept her for who she is. Just like a bright white light in the dead of dark, only receiving a simple spark of energy to power an entire room with luminescence. Yes, I got all of that while making her come. While she played the only song she cared to learn in the midst of the untimely abuse she had to endure. Because we are connected now. The tether is tied and I can't control or subdue the feeling that manifests and attracts me like a bee to nectar, telling me that I no longer want to see her so dejected or unhappy.

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