Beautiful Music (3 page)

Now it was she who lost control of her breathing. His fingers felt so delicious as he tweaked her already swollen and ultra sensitive nipples.

“That feels so good.” She moaned, letting her head fall back against him.

“You feel fucking incredible,” he said. He hefted her tits, feeling the weight of them, pressing them together, wanting nothing more that to be sucking them.

He spun her around and lowered his head to do just that, cradling the breast as his mouth latched on to the electrically charged nipple.

She cried out, and clasped her arms around his head pulling him closer, willing him not to ever stop.

But they were both now impatient for the dance that was coming.

He released her tit with a soft pop and inserted his fingers into the waist of her panties. He slid his hands in to cup her full rounded ass, then pulled his hands free to grab the delicate lace of the garment and rip it off her.

She gasped in shock, then laughed at his forcefulness. She liked that he wanted her so badly that he lost control.

She tugged the buckle of his belt open then hastily unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers. Not willing to delay much longer, she pushed both pants and underwear down his legs until his impressive cock and balls were freed. Then she wrapped her arms around him, caressing his muscular ass cheeks.

Hot skin pressed against hot skin. The smell of sex filled the tiny dressing room. It was a heady aroma. Intoxicating.

“You were so exciting on stage,” he said. “I got so rigid just looking at you up there. But when you opened your mouth and sang, I thought I’d come right there in my seat.”

“I was aroused too, Baby. You have that sexy smile that made me think the wickedest things.”

“How wicked?”

“How about I show you.” She knelt in front of him and took his cock in her hands. She hefted the weight of it and admired the length and thickness. Yes, it was a nice juicy mouth full, a point she proved quickly. Tasty too. He tasted sweet just then. Hot and sweet. With slow deliberate strokes, she fucked him with her mouth savoring the groans of approval she heard rumble from him.

“Oh, Baby, you do that so good. Your mouth is so wet and hot.”

To Nyree, this was music to her ears, the music of lust and want and hunger, a tune she knew so well. Her tongue swirled around his stiff organ eliciting grunts of approval and hot, rapid breath. Slowly she stood, running her fevered body up his until their mouths could meet in another ravaging kiss.

“I played your instrument,” she purred. “Now you play mine. Play mine and hear sweet music.”

He flashed her a grin and dropped to his knees. She arched her pelvis toward his eager mouth and propped one foot on her vanity chair.

“Play me,” she commanded.

His mouth enveloped her pussy lips, and he sucked hard, sending an exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure through her. Her eyes closed, and she pushed her pussy hard against his face demanding more. He obliged.

His tongue did a little dance around her hardened clit, and she moaned the opening bars of her erotic song. With long, hot strokes, he traced a line from her ass to her clit. She began to undulate in time with the rhythm of his stroking, her moans a throaty accompaniment. She could feel the tension beginning to build within her. Once again, he sucked her tender pussy lips and rolled them around with his lips.

“Please,” she whispered, thrusting hard against his mouth, impatient.

Ever obedient, he centered his mouth over her clit and fluttered the highly charged pip with his tongue. Her groans were louder, higher, at times a whimper, at others a growl. His tongue increased its battering and her song became an anthem to sex. Her song, in fact, aroused him even more than the smell of ripe pussy and the feel of her hot skin.

He reached down and began to pull on his rock hard cock. It felt so good, and he moaned involuntarily. Their moans blended in a sensual duet.

His tongue was now a blur of sensation, and she felt the welcome and familiar tightening starting in the center of her womb. She pressed herself even closer to the source of this delight and focused on the pressures building there, and then, explosion, her body convulsing with sheer pure perfect release.

He felt her orgasm and tasted her cum pouring into his mouth. At that moment, his hand became a blur on his aching cock, and he felt his own finish coming. Its arrival was heralded by the spurts of hot jism that splashed on Nyree’s calves and feet and a triumphant howl that reverberated against her satisfied pussy.

“Thank you, Maestro,” she said breathlessly.

“Delighted, Diva,” he said, flashing her a grin.

Such beautiful music.

The End

About the Author

Paige Bennett is the pseudonym of a popular Canadian romance author. When not writing her usual fare, or dabbling in writing erotica, she can be found watching movies, playing piano, or reading other writers’ efforts. She currently resides in Southern Ontario.