Page 92 of With Stars in Her Eyes
She burst into laughter. “I didn’t mean to play ‘Wonderwall,’ you goofball. Play something you like to play.”
I considered Thea for a moment, thinking about our time together last night. The sheet music I wanted ended up being at the bottom of a very disorganized bin, but I pulled it out and set it on the stand. It had been a long time since I played it, so I would probably muck it up. I would give it a shot for Thea.
As my bow pulled over the strings to play the first few bars, my fingers warmed. I remembered this. The notes swelled as I played, and I could almost forget that Thea was watching from five feet away.
Given how much I was hoping to get into Thea’s pants again, were my motives any better than a frat fuckboy playing “Wonderwall”? I dragged out the last few notes for dramatic effect. When I set my bow down, Thea’s eyes were sparkling with tears I hadn’t meant to cause.
“That’s Gustav Holst, right? The Planets Suite?” Thea reachedfor a tissue from the box in the kitchen. “Sorry.” She dabbed her eyes. “Probably not a surprise that my grandfather loved that one. Which planet was that? I can’t remember. Sorry again.”
“‘Jupiter.’” I set my cello on the stand and crossed to her. “You really don’t have to be sorry. I’m sorry I made you cry. My bowing work was extremely sloppy in the beginning. I can see why it made you—”
“Stop. You know that’s not why I was—”
I stopped her words with a kiss. When we were both breathless, I pulled back, letting my teeth tug at Thea’s full bottom lip. Thea pulled me close again. She swept soft kisses along my chin, over my cheek, and across the angle of my jaw, pausing at my ear. Her tongue teased against the shell. Each of her gentle breaths sent shivers down my spine. Thea’s hands showed me where she wanted to be touched.
Thea was just wearing one of my most oversized sweatshirts with a pair of shorts she must have had with her. The shorts rode up enticingly on her ass.
“Can I take you upstairs, Courtney?”
I sighed. “It was ‘Wonderwall,’ wasn’t it?”
This time Thea shutmeup with a crushing kiss before leading me up the stairs. She pulled my ribbed tank over my head, exposing my body completely from the waist up. Thea’s chest hitched.
“Do you have any—”
“Top drawer. Everything’s there. Whatever you want to…”
Thea pulled out a toy and examined it. I tried to breathe. Tried to be patient. “Thea, I need you to touch me again.”
Thea nodded and lay down beside me. “Tell me what you want, Courtney.”
“I like it when you…” It was easier to show her at this point. I dragged my hands up my body to find my hard nipples and pinched them.
Thea’s hands replaced mine. I gripped the pillow behind me as sparks of heat shot into my core. My hips lifted to grind against Thea. “I need—”
Vibration flicked on between us, and Thea slid a soft something against the slickness at my center. At first teasing and then becoming more with a rhythm that both punished and pleasured. The tip pushed against my entrance, and I nearly whined for more.
“Is this what you need, baby?”
“Yes. Fuck.” My body was heaving from the inside out.
“Harder?”
“Everywhere.”
My awareness shifted and fractured. My hips spread wider as the vibration took on a new and even more distracting pace.
One hand slid beneath me, and the pressure of Thea’s fingertips on my ass lifting me into a new angle unfurled everything I didn’t realize I had been holding back. Thea’s mouth was on my tits now. Teeth adding just enough sharpness to push me to the brink as my legs wrapped around her. “Is this okay?”
Thea’s only response was a moaned curse. She lifted her body away long enough to throw off her own shirt. I pulled our bodies together again. “Thea.”
“Yes.”
“Can I suck your—”
“Now.”
I gathered Thea’s soft breasts in my hands and then dragged one into my mouth while playing with the other.
