Her smiling eyes glimmered as she took the edge of her top, peeling it up—slowly until she got it around her pert breasts. Even as she pulled it over her head and ears, she could hear his breathing pick up. She dropped the shirt to the floor, and turned, never breaking their gaze, before she leaned over and reached for the lamp switch.
“Leave it on,” he said, stopping her. “I want to see you.”
She stood tall once more, reaching back and taking the clasp of her bra in trembling fingers. She popped it open and saw when his heaving chest came to a grinding halt. He was holding his breath.
“You first,” she whispered, holding her bra to her chest while nodding to him.
Jack stepped forward on shaking legs, moving close. He caught a curl between his fingers on one hand; eyes stuck on hers and brushed the underside of her chin with the other. Smiling, he pulled the curl between his fingers, shaking his head in amazement when it stretched to her bare belly button.
“You’re gorgeous.” Her own chest began to heave, and he tucked his finger into the valley between her breasts, catching the bra. He pulled it away.
She gasped as her breasts spilled out, feeling exposed, even though he’d yet to take his eyes off hers. Their gazes held on, growing heated and hooded, and when Jack finally looked down and took her in, he couldn’t let another second pass before he dropped the bra to the floor and took both her breasts in his hands. He leaned down, expelling a sharp gasp before he sucked her nipple into his mouth.
Nina breathed in; the pleasure instantaneous and nearly debilitating. His warm tongue circled her nipple with the same slow patience he’d had her undress. He savored the dark brown bud, tapping it gently on his teeth before loving it with soft sweeps of his tongue, only leaving it when it was glistening with his attentions, traveling to the other and giving it the same treatment.
Nina’s fingers disappeared into the soft hairs at the back of his neck, and she clawed her nails into it when the sensation became almost too much to bear. She didn’t know when her feet left the ground, but in what seemed like an instant, her legs were around his waist.
He carried her across the room blindly, pushing her back against the floor to ceiling windows where the stars were shining in.
If slow and sensual had been his goal at the start, it no longer was. Every moment that passed with his lips still sealed around her hardened nipple sent them both deeper into blind urgency.
Four long days of pretending the debilitating animal between them wasn’t there had left them nothing short of ravenous, and before either of them knew it, they were naked from head to toe, their lips never leaving one another for more than a second, and only long enough to remove another piece of clothing. Anything that was keeping them from coming skin to skin was ripped away and discarded.
Nina caught his hot kiss the moment Jack stepped out of his pants, and let him snatch her back up into his arms. Reveling in his strength, she encircled him; legs around his waist and arms around his neck, just as he shoved open the door that led to the balcony.
They moaned into a kiss as he carried her to the railing. The warm LA air claimed them, sending sweat droplets spreading across their glistening skin. Nina moaned into his mouth and the soft sweep of his tongue as he deepened the kiss, feeling the tip of his hardness testing her slick opening as he pushed her up against the rails and gave her all of his weight.
Their lips parted with a soft smack, and when she pulled back and met his eyes, almost black with his desire, she couldn’t help leaning in and stealing one more kiss, tasting the salty sweat that was dotting his upper lip. She removed her arms from around his neck, not for a second fearful he would drop her. His solid abs grazed her stomach, and his pecs brushed her nipples, so softly it was nearly torturous as she reached between her legs and claimed his shaft. She guided the head to her slick entry, watching his face tighten, his lips fall wide open, and a sound—oh that sound, so ripe with surrender she could hardly believe it was coming from him. She tightened her fingers around him, matching his gasp in pure awe.
“I don’t want this to end,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers just as the head of his dick slipped inside her warm walls. “I don’t ever want this to end.”
Nina tried to respond, but as her body spread for him, feeling like it was nearly being ripped apart, she couldn’t. Just when she was sure he’d gone as deep as he could go, he went deeper, grew wider, until their pelvises sealed together, her clit tingling under the soft brush of his pubic hair.
She dug her fingers into his back while shaking her head with a frown. “You feel so good, Jack.” She caught his heated kiss and the moan that came with it, matching it with her own when he started a slow pound. Her bare ass slapped against the glass walls of the balcony, picking up with volume and speed as his thrusts grew more insistent.
Jack buried his face into her shoulder; encircling her in a grip so tight it took her breath away. His moans came hard and fast, warming her shoulder when the sounds he made grew pained as if working out whatever had been growing between them was too much for him to bear. Still, he fucked her passionately, and relentlessly.
Nina rocked with him, moving her hips in time with his until their bodies were grinding as one, their sighs of pleasure ebbing and flowing until they were damn near the same sound.
His loss of power became apparent in hoarse pants and the sudden swirl of his hips as he tried to touch every inch of her with his hardness, the slick sound of their arousal clapping in the quiet night air.
He pulled back and shook his head the moment his serious eyes met hers.
She smiled at him, running her fingers down his face, his tightened brows, his lips—parted in ecstasy, warming the beds of her fingers under his hot gasps, that tight jawline, growing red as he thrust, closer and closer to his peak, and those eyes… those brown eyes that had gone dark in a way she’d never seen them, in a way she knew she would never get enough of.
She reached back and took the balcony rail in both hands, lifting her legs as high as they would go.
His moans ebbed into cries, and he used his big arms to lock her knees on either side of his chest, slamming his dick so furiously he nearly sent them hurtling over the edge.
Nina jammed her eyes shut as flames seemed to blaze up inside her pussy, spreading out to her swollen lips and all the way through her body, making her dark brown skin glow with red. “Jack, yes, I’m gonna…”
She didn’t even have to finish before he stopped thrusting and reached down, pushing the bed of his thumb into her slippery clit.
She threw her head back with a scream, shocked at the orgasm that hit her with a speed and ferocity she hadn’t been prepared for. His thumb rocked along with every jolt, every tremor, every roll of her spine as she rode the wave he’d built for her, and only when she lowered her eyes and met his, her body still working out the tremors, did he resume thrusting.
“You want more?” His voice broke as he worked toward his own peak, still circling her clit, but with less intensity than he had before.
She could only shake her head, covering his wrist until he left the swollen, extra-sensitive nub. Her eyes searched his. She could feel her pussy, still contracting, slick with her orgasm and gripping his dick for dear life.
The strength of her peak was apparent in his eyes, and he clutched her waist when the power of her contractions seemed to become too much. If her pussy was hurting him, and it appeared it was, it wasn’t enough for him to pull out. It wasn’t enough for him to stop. So he frowned through it, digging his nails into the heated skin of her waist as he watched her in amazement.
“You’re so beautiful, Nina,” he gasped, his frown deepening.
She cupped his cheeks with a smile. “Am I hurting you?” she asked, her smile widening when her pussy tightened again. “I can’t stop it. I can’t help it.”
He shook his head. “I’ve never felt anything like it.”
“You’ve never had a woman cum on your dick? I
find that hard to believe.”
He’d slowed his thrusts as if he wanted to savor the experience. “Never like this,” he said, licking his lips. “Never tight like this.”
He held himself deep inside her until her body was completely done, and their lips met in a hard, hungry kiss, their tongues meeting in an instant in their desperation to get deeper, knowing there was no way. They were already as deep as they could get, in every possible way.
Still, Jack wasn’t done trying.
He took her around the waist with one arm, his bicep flexing against the small of her back as he carried her back inside on one arm.
***
Jack wasn’t ready.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been on autopilot like this, wanting to savor the moment and make it last as long as possible. It had been nearly an hour, their bodies and the sheets below them soaked with sweat, but he still wasn’t ready.
Less than ten minutes after he’d thrown her down on the bed and entered her from behind, Nina had come a second time, and he’d gritted his teeth through another one. The way her pussy clenched around him, even when she was coming down from her high, was an incredible sensation. One he’d never experienced before. Even if it was so tight it bordered on painful; it was a good pain. It was good for him; because he knew he was making her feel good.
He kissed her shoulder; his body sealed to hers from behind. Fingers entwined, they cradled themselves on all fours, pressing their weight into the mattress. He tightened his hold on her fingers and leaned over to kiss her cheek before he re-assumed his thrusts. He couldn’t help but smile at the expression on her face, near torture as if she couldn’t believe he was going in for her third nut, even though he’d yet to achieve his first.
He was going in for the third. And he would go for the fourth, fifth and sixth if she had it to give. He wanted her to know that he could. He wanted her to know that he would.
She turned and met his eyes, looking on the verge of passing out. They laughed softly, and he wrapped their clasped hands around her body, laying her on her stomach as he took his time fucking her, feeling every inch of her walls slipping and sliding against him.
“I could be with you,” he said, his hooded eyes searching hers. Their lips met, and he tightened his fingers around hers, picking up his pace. “I could really be with you, Nina.”
“Me?” she asked, sleepiness from their lovemaking lacing her voice. “Me, the hurricane?”
He matched her smile but felt his own vanish the instant a wave of pleasure shot through him unexpectedly. He gritted his teeth and fought it.
She saw it happen and placed another kiss on his lips. “It’s okay,” she whispered, kissing him again.
He gasped against her lips. “When we get back to New York—” His voice broke when he felt the autopilot wavering, felt the control slipping away, and nearly cursed himself when he realized he might not be able to get her to her fourth, fifth, sixth orgasm. At least, not tonight. “I want to be with you,” he gasped to his finish.
She released one of his hands and reached up to circle it around his neck.
He tucked his head into her shoulder, jamming his eyes shut.
“It’s yours, Jack,” she whispered.
He screamed his release into her shoulder, slamming deep, and closing his eyes against every twitch of his dick.
This time, it was her who waited him out. Waited for every tremor to leave his body, every jolt, every unconscious thrust, until they were both laying still, too spent to move another muscle, or even say another word.
***
She stirred awake, reaching for him, but all her hungry fingers found were wrinkled white sheets. Her heart battled her ribcage. When a mysterious, haunting melody floated into the bedroom and sped it up even more, she realized Jack’s absence wasn’t what had woken her up, but the music. The tempo. The melancholy. It drew her out of her slumber and out of the bed.
The music whispered to her and moved her across the room. She pulled a plush white robe from the closet with delicate hands, wrapping it around her body.
The music swelled and then sank, over and over, more poignant each time, slicing her heartstrings, moving her to the door.
She leaned on the frame, gazing into the living area. Moonlight spilled in through the tall windows, bearing down on him like a spotlight, illuminating the deep curve of his back, hunched over the grand piano.
His fingers flowed across the keys like water, the frown on his face growing stronger along with the music. His brows pulled tighter as the melody escalated, and eased as it descended. His shoulders collected when he struck a difficult note and relaxed when he completed it. Back and forth, his head swayed, moving along with the beat.
Nina breathed in deep as some sections took her breath away, eliciting feelings she couldn’t quite place or understand.
Tightening her robe around her body, she made her way toward him.
Eyes lowered, focused on the keys; he didn’t see her until she was just a few feet away, but when he did, he jolted. His fingers and the music came to a jarring stop, and he gasped, straightening.
Nina jolted, too, and stopped moving toward him, her eyes wide in his.
The blush that hit his cheeks was deeper than she’d ever seen it, turning every inch of his skin cherry apple red. The color traveled down his neck and through his chest. She was sure even his arms were tinted crimson.
She smiled, resuming toward him. She nodded at the piano, leaning her hip on it. “What was that song?” she asked. “I feel like I’ve heard it before, but I can’t remember where.”
He looked out of the window, at the light beaming in, waiting for his skin to cool, and then his eyes fell to the keys. “Beethoven.” He raised his eyes to hers. “Moonlight Sonata.”
“It was the same song that was playing in the cab. Back when we first met. Remember?”
He kept his eyes on the keys. “I remember.”
She tapped her fingers against the shiny piano top. “You were playing the notes on the seat. You even helped that homeless man when he was playing it at the train station.”
His blush deepened.
“You play beautifully.” She smiled, leaning her elbows on the piano. “It was really, so beautiful, Jack. I was actually getting teary eyed over there.”
“It was choppy,” he whispered.
“Huh?” Nina’s mouth fell. “It was breathtaking. You’re crazy.”
His eyes remained on the keys, mumbling, “The A was too sharp…” His fingers trickled over the ivories, gentle enough not to make a sound. “The melody got away from me…”
“What in God’s name are you talking about?” She leaned deeper. “Look, I’m no classical music buff. But I know enough to know that Beethoven is responsible for some of the most complicated compositions in the world… ever. People practice their whole lives to play that song as beautifully as you just did. The emotion. The rise and fall. The frustration. The sadness. I felt it, Jack…” She waited for his eyes to meet hers. “And I’d like to hear more.”
The blush was back. This time, it nearly stretched from his strong jaw down to his belly button. “No,” he said.
Nina stretched deeper into the piano, laying her chest on it. She lifted her leg and climbed on top of it, crawling toward him.
His eyes rose to hers, slowly.
“I’ve never been so turned on,” she whispered, moving sensuously. “Watching you play. Hearing you play. It made me wet, just watching you.”
He followed her with shyly hooded eyes, fighting a slow, boyish smile.
She stretched out on top of the piano, feeling her robe fall open, and her nipples brush the cool, slippery surface.
He took in the sight, and a moment later, his fingers trembled over the keys, playing the first note. It rang into the quiet air just as his eyes found hers again.
Nina gasped. If she thought the beauty of the music had taken her hostage from the bedroom, it was only because she’d
yet to feel it rumbling underneath her, thanks to his talented fingers. She felt every key, every escalation, and every descent. She felt the darkness of the melody that was, somehow, so illuminating. She felt the power in his eyes climb into her body and become a part of her.
Somehow, as the music made her lighter, it drove his face into a grimace. Frowning as he played certain keys, lips downturned as he moved past certain parts, shoulders stiffening as he shook his head.
“You’re beautiful,” Nina whispered, but it was as if he hadn’t heard her.
As he finished the first movement, she couldn’t tear her eyes away.
***
Jack didn’t open his eyes until the sun was coming up, his cheeks tingeing when he caught sight of Nina cradled on the pillow next to him.
She watched him with a coy smile.
He turned away, covering his own with his hand.
“You’re blushing,” she accused, her voice still a horse whisper as she reached out and tapped his nose.
He caught her wrist in his hand, meeting her eyes as he kissed the back of it. “I don’t blush.”
“The hell you don’t. You were blushing all night last night. Especially when you got between my legs on top of that piano. For a minute, I was sure those red cheeks would be permanent.”
“Allow me to rephrase,” he said. “I don’t blush; unless I’m balls deep in the most incredible pussy I’ve ever had in my life.”
“Incredible, huh?”
His smile fell in an instant. “Last night was…” He took a deep breath. “Incredible.”
“Incredible, again? An orgasm really sucks the Aries lawyer right out of you. What’s happened to my human thesaurus?”
“Your pussy happened.” He kissed the inside of her wrist again. “So wet. So tight.” He dipped his tongue out. “So warm. Fuck…”
She let her smiling eyes search his, watched as he placed soft kisses up and down her arm before she couldn’t take it anymore. Sitting up, she straddled his thighs with her back facing him, tugging the waistband of his boxers down while looking over her shoulder. She found his gaze riveted to the swells of her ass, and in seconds he had it under his greedy hands, squeezing.
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