Page 25 of Come Around
“I want you right here,” I tell her. “On top of your piano.”
“Your piano,” she corrects, but her hands are already working at my belt.
“Our piano,” I insist, pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it aside. “Just like it’s our house.”
The sight of her in just her bra, perched on the gleaming black surface of the Steinway, nearly breaks my control. Mine. This talented, beautiful woman is mine.
I make quick work of her jeans, dragging them down her legs along with her panties. She’s already wet for me, already needy, and the knowledge sends a surge of possessive satisfaction through me.
“Look at you,” I murmur, running my hands up her thighs. “I love that your pussy gets so wet for me.”
“Axel, please,” she whispers, reaching for me.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” I growl, dropping to my knees in front of her. “Every inch of you is mine to taste, mine to pleasure.”
Her hands grip the edge of the piano as I spread her thighs wider. I press my face between her legs, inhaling deeply, savoring her scent.
“I’m going to make you come on this piano,” I tell her. “Going to lick your sweet pussy until you’re screaming my name.”
She whimpers, her head falling back as I drag my tongue through her folds. The taste of her explodes on my tongue. Sweet, tangy and addictive. I growl against her, the vibration making her gasp.
“You taste so fucking good,” I mutter against her slick flesh. “Better than anything I’ve ever had.”
I devour her like a starving man, alternating between long, rough strokes and focused attention on her clit. Her thighs tremble on either side of my head, her soft moans turning to desperate cries.
“That’s it, Kitten,” I encourage, sliding two fingers inside her while my tongue works her clit. “Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
Her hips buck against my face, seeking more pressure, more friction. I give her what she needs, curling my fingers to find that spot inside her that makes her see stars.
“Axel,” she gasps, one hand tangling in my hair. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, Axel, please.”
“Please what?” I demand, pulling back just enough to see her face. “Tell me what you need.”
“Don’t stop,” she begs, her eyes wild with need. “Please don’t stop.”
I dive back in, relentless now, my tongue flicking rapidly over her clit while my fingers pump inside her. Her walls clench around me, her body tensing as she approaches the edge.
“Come for me,” I command against her flesh. “Come on my tongue, Kitten. Show me who you belong to.”
She shatters with a cry, her body convulsing as pleasure rips through her. I keep licking, slower now, gentler, helping her ride out the waves of her orgasm until she’s trembling and oversensitive.
When I finally pull back, her face is flushed, her chest heaving with each breath. I rise to my feet, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Let’s go to bed now,” I growl. “I’m not nearly done with you yet.”
Chapter Eight
SAMI
I followAxel to the bedroom in a dreamlike state.
Sharing my music with him feels more intimate than anything we’ve done so far. More vulnerable than giving him my body. I just showed him my soul, and the hungry look in his eyes tells me he not only saw it, but wants to consume every part of it.
As soon as he closes the bedroom door, his mouth crashes down on mine.
This isn’t the controlled, patient kissing we’ve shared before. This is desperate, demanding, consuming. His tongue claims my mouth as his hands drop to my waist and his fingers dig into my hips hard enough to leave marks.
His urgency ignites something inside me. All I care about is getting closer, closer, closer. Then I drop to my knees and my hands find his belt buckle.
