Page 38 of Accepting Love

She obediently lifts the other hand into the same position on the opposite side. She’s wide open and so damn sexy.

I’m sitting between her legs, so she can’t very well close them, but she hasn’t tried. Her knees are wide and splayed. Her pussy is glistening.

“Every inch of you is perfection,” I murmur. “Do you even have a blemish?”

She tips her head back. “Scar under my chin.”

“How did you get that?” I continue drawing circles on her chest, avoiding her nipples.

“I was running toward the piano, and I slipped and hit my chin on the bench.”

“How old were you?”

“Three.”

I chuckle. “When did you start playing?”

“I don’t remember not playing. I’m pretty sure my father had me at the keys the day I was born. He was also an amazing pianist.” Her voice trails off as she adds, “Who died too young.”

“I’m sorry about your parents. That must have been hard.”

“I don’t remember them. I was too young. I didn’t know anything different from my life with Audrey and my grandfather. They were my family. I’m sad that my parents are gone, but not in the way other people are because I don’t remember them.”

“That makes sense.” I lean over and plant a soft kiss on her belly. “Any other piano accidents in your past?” I ask to redirect us to a less depressing topic.

She shrugs. “I shut a finger in the car door once. Couldn’t play with my left hand for two weeks. I was like a drug addict in withdrawal.”

I chuckle. “I bet.”

“I still played the treble clef, but I couldn’t keep my legs from bouncing.”

“You’ve lived, eaten, and slept piano for your entire life.”

“Yes. Sometimes I worry what would happen if I broke my arms or they got cut off in an accident. What if I get arthritis or neuropathy or something?”

“Then I guess you’ll find another way to fill the need.” I kiss a trail up from her belly to her breast and flick my tongue over her nipple.

“You drive me crazy. I can’t think when I’m around you.”

“Mmm. How long has that been going on?”

She squirms. “About two years, but it’s been worse for the last twenty hours.”

I laugh as I switch to her other breast and treat it to the same torment.

She finally recovers enough to react, drawing her knees up and clasping my hips. “How could I be aroused again?”

I grin. “Because you’re young and needy and I’m teasing you with my mouth.”

“Are you going to take your pants off?”

“Nope. Not today.”

She groans as I climb off the bed. It’s tough. My cock is protesting. If it could speak, it would be shouting,“What do you mean, not today?”

I drag my sexy Little nymph to the side of the bed and lift her to her feet. “I need coffee. You need clothes.” I take her hand and guide her across the hall toward her bedroom. I point at the center of the room. “Stand there. Let me figure out what you’re going to wear. Do you have any secrets in any of these drawers or the closet? Can I open them?”

She giggles as she crosses her arms and shivers in the middle of the room. “No.”

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