Forbidden Melody

by Magnolia Robbins

  I felt the heady sensation of Juliet’s lips against my neck, caressing my flesh. Warm. Moist. She breathed in every piece of my exposed skin, every touch singing through my veins. Once she’d reached the hem of my jacket, her face came up to mine. Her warm cheek against my own. Juliet’s fingers wrapped, in a delicate motion, around the underside of the shoulders of the jacket. Once it fell into her hand, she tossed it carefully onto the chair before her attention turned back on me.

  From the mirror, I watched Juliet’s long dainty fingers slide sensuously down the length of my arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She captured my eyes with her own. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known,” she said. There was a change of pressure in her hands when they gripped at the flair of my hips. They trembled with eagerness, pulling my body against her. I could feel the tips of her pearled nipples against my backside. The sensation caused my stomach to contract and a rush of heat to flood my entire body, pulsing between my legs.

  Juliet’s touches trickled from my hips, over the curves of my sides. They drew inward, caressing the tensed muscles of my stomach through the soft fabric of my dress. She glided deft fingers across my breastbone, cupping her palms around my small pert breasts. Open-mouth kisses resumed down the length of my neck. A moan escaped me as her teeth sunk into my tender flesh. I followed every motion she made. Watched as her tongue made a wet trail across my shoulder, all the way up to my ear. She sucked eagerly at the lobe, nibbling on it just enough to pull a reaction from me. Juliet’s hands moved down the length of me, possessively, her flattened palms stroking down my body until they reached the apex of my thighs.

  When she pulled back, Juliet was examining my backside. I felt the sliding of the zipper of my dress. Those long nimble fingers slid under the shoulder strap, dancing it off my shoulders and down my length. Cool air trickled across my naked flesh. Outside of a pair of thin black-cotton underwear, I stood vulnerable in front of her now. Nothing left to hide. Giving her everything.

  The flecks of green in Juliet’s eyes glistened as she studied me in the mirror. I watched as she drew feathery lines across me, exploring the flat creamy flesh of my stomach. They danced upward to the curves of my breasts. She caressed my throbbing, hardened mounds of flesh, molding and reshaping them with satisfaction. Juliet teased the light rosy buds of my nipples between her fingertips. When a small breathless gasp escaped me, I saw her lips curl into a small satisfied smile.

  “I want you,” her sweet, warm breath lingered just above my skin. I watched her lips form the words in the mirror. A vocalized moan escaped me as her hands pressed firmly into my stomach once more. I watched as her fingers threaded under the elastic band of my underwear, grazing the small patch of hair that laid beneath. As soon as I reacted, arching the curve of my back against her, the tips of her fingers drew lower. I gasped, stretching up on arched feet in hopes it would draw her even closer to the desperation between my legs.

  Wet, hot, open-mouthed kisses claimed the curve of my neck. The rhythmic flow of her breath beat against my face. When she spoke, I watched her soft pink lips form the delicious words. “Take it off,” Juliet instructed. The ferocity of her passion was exalting. I tried to keep my fragile control, my fingers sliding underneath the elastic band of my underwear. It slid over my hips and fell straight to the floor. I stepped from the layers of fabric at my feet, kicking them off to the side. “Go sit,” Juliet said, nodding towards the edge of the bed.

  I moved without a word, placing myself where I was asked. Juliet stood in front of me, calmly. For a moment, I admired her as she lingered there. Her delicately carved facial bones and full mouth. The way her thick dark hair hung in long graceful curves over her shoulders. Her gentle and overwhelming beauty. Those delicate fingers threaded underneath the hem of her blouse. I watched as it rolled over her tall slender frame, exposing the silken pale skin of her torso. With the same care, her fingers worked at the button of her slacks. They fell gracefully to the floor, leaving Juliet in thin, black-lace underwear.

  The last few garments fell to the floor and the breath was knocked from my lungs. The room spun around us, as Juliet moved towards me. I watched the rhythm of her hips as she moved, dragging me in. A hint of a smile curved those supple lips. Flecks of green caught the dim light in the room, and I could see the fire within them. The world paused when she reached me. When I dared to move again, my fingers skimmed the soft skin of her stomach. I imagined her like a beautiful and mysterious instrument, waiting to be played.

  Juliet closed her eyes, her head tilted back just a fraction, lips slightly parted. Her breaths small. I got to my feet, my hands trailing the length of her arms. My mouth claimed hers, in a passionate embrace. Moist, soft lips opened and our tongues found one another. The tips of my fingers fell against the warm flesh of her cheeks.

  Finally, we broke, panting. I turned my attention to Juliet, and she spoke. “I imagined this moment so many times.” Her hands glided along either side of my collarbone, falling down onto the swell of my breasts. She cupped them in her palms, her thumbs tracing inward towards the hardened peaks of my nipples. They rolled between her fingers, the hot flesh stiffening further at the sensation. My head rolled back, a deep-throated sigh escaping me. Juliet leaned her naked frame into mine, her supple pink lips pressing into my exposed throat. I felt her tongue taste my flesh as her fingers skimmed down my stomach.

  A gentle push had me falling into the embrace of a plush grey comforter. Juliet moved on top of me, falling into the curves of my body. Light touches fell against the side of my face, as her fingers threaded through my hair. I leaned into her touch, while my eyes remained locked on hers.

  “Trés belle,” she said softly, my fingertips tracing her bottom lip. The words lit me on fire. I pulled her to me, reclaiming her lips as I crashed mine to hers. The caress of her mouth moved from mine, kissing along my face and down into my neck. Juliet took her time, playing a beautiful sonata with my body. My vocalizations became the notes, while her fingers and lips played the melody with perfect precision. I closed my eyes, picturing every touch in my mind.

  My breasts surged at the intimacy of her touch. Warm, wet lips and tongue teased taut dusty-pink nipples, which had swollen to their fullest. My body curled into hers, as I gasped for air. A trail continued down my stomach, fingers tracing alongside lips in a lust-fueled exploration of my flesh. The wet marks she left on my skin were cooled by the air in the room, causing goosebumps to form down the length of my arms.

  Juliet straddled herself on top of me, her extraordinary eyes ablaze. I watched as she lifted my hands to her mouth, one at a time. Feeling the sensation of her lips against my palm. Juliet breathed in the scent of my skin. The touch of her mouth down each of my fingers was a delicious sensation. Slow, dragging kisses that touched every piece of flesh, in such a loving way. I traced her lips with my fingertips as she worked. The amount of time she spent, gentle fluid motions across the skin of each of my hands, told me how much she adored this piece of me. Parts that seduced her with beautiful melodies.

  Juliet released from me, her body falling into my own. Her hands, fingers, and lips traced the soft skin of my stomach in a straight line, all the way to the patch of hair between my thighs. She took time to explore, to arouse, and to please every piece. By the time Juliet had situated herself between my legs, my breaths had turned to tiny pants. A hand crept around my hips and stomach, fingertips feathering over the insides of my thighs. The touch tickled, and I found myself writhing at the sensation. There was a pulsing warmth that trickled against the dampness between my legs. When I propped myself upright, I found Juliet’s mouth hoovering above my aching middle, green eyes glazed with need.

  Behind her, I watched in the mirror. Reveled in the beautiful curving lines of her sensuous backside, as it arched. My entire length lay before her, exposed, vulnerable, and raw. A body filled with a passion, pounding blood through my heart, chest, and head. I turned my attention back, realizing Juliet had
been waiting. Waiting for me to follow her movement as she dipped into me. The hot pulses of her breath intensified. A ferocious tremble rippled through me as I felt the caress of Juliet’s tongue sweep against my arousal. I sang into the room in gasps and moans. The gentle folding of Juliet’s lips over my tender center had me reaching for her. My fingers wound into her black locks, digging into her scalp. She worked in a passionate dance over me, sucking and licking and touching. I held her against me tightly, clutching her with every new sensation.

  My impatience grew to explosive proportions. My legs fell apart, body aching as Juliet guided strong fingers across my pubic bone, sliding in between the wet passage between my legs. In one slow deliberate motion, she delved into the delicate softness, pushing a long elegant finger inside of me. Hot flesh twisted along the tightened walls of my depths. I felt her finger twist and curl, touching me in ways I’d never felt before. Another finger sank inside of me, as Juliet’s silky smooth lips wrapped around the sensitive nub at my center, capturing it in gentle suckles.

  My body melted against her touch, and my world was filled with her. Tongue and fingers worked in tandem. Juliet’s other hand pressed into my pelvic bone, pushing my writhing lower half down into the sheets. Her expert touch sent me to waves of ecstasy. I welcomed her inside of me as gentle waves began to come, growing with each lick, each suck, each probing plunge of fingers and tongue and lips.

  Juliet slowed momentarily, and I propped up on my elbows, looking down at her. “Watch me,” she said. A rippling chill trickled down my spine as her mouth returned down between my legs, the slow rhythm of her fingers continuing. Those piercing-green eyes bore into me, watching every tremble, every taut breath, every small, fragile gasp that emitted from me. Just the sight of her, touching my body as carefully as she played her violin, was enough to send me crashing over the edge. I sucked in breaths between rolling moans. My body fell backwards against the sheets, my fingers gripped onto the silky black locks of Juliet’s hair. Her name escaped my lips in a gracious cry, as my pleasure calmed, and I laid in a tide of the liberation of my mind and body.

  When my writhing subsided, I could feel the rhythmic pants still escaping me. My fingers stroked over the top of Juliet’s head until I felt her ascending my body, tucking her curves into my own contours. Juliet gazed down at me, her face glistening slightly with the wetness that had built between my legs. As I leaned into her, the tip of my tongue lapped over her lips and onto her cheeks and chin, cleaning her of my sweet-tasting arousal. After I’d finished, our mouths came together in a wet mind-numbing kiss.

  We rolled together in one swift motion, Juliet falling beneath me. She’d calmed now, looking up at me with a slow-building smile. She trembled slightly. My fingers danced across her cheeks and ran like feathers over her supple lips. She kissed them as they passed. I fell down into her neck, dragging my tongue across her dewy skin. Although I was unable to hear her vocalizations, I could feel them in her throat, along with the way her breath and heart had begun to quicken. They vibrated against my lips, igniting the flame between my legs once more. My teeth sunk into her soft, flawless skin and I felt her body squirm beneath me. Savoring those responses she gave, each one different than the next.

  As my lips enraptured the length of Juliet, I closed my eyes so I could focus on her completely. Not the sight, but the feelings themselves. The way I could feel her heart as it as it quickened and slowed, depending on when and where I moved, and what I touched. My lips captured her small breasts and I could feel the vibrations of her moan on my lips. My eyes opened briefly, looking up at her. Juliet’s mouth hung slightly open, her head rolled back. When I’d paused, she turned her attention down towards me. Her hands wrapped around my head, pressing me back into her body. I continued without question, my lips caressing her sensitive swollen nipples in a delicate rhythm.

  I felt Juliet’s moans turn into sharp gasps beneath my mouth and fingertips. My eyes closed again as my kisses showered her stomach. The moment my lips met her pelvic bone, she propped herself up. She slid us forward, and I followed her motions until I’d moved off the bed. Juliet leaned against the edge, legs spread open in front of me. I fell to my knees on the soft carpet floor. Her green eyes were focused intently in the mirror on her dresser. My mouth fell at eye level on the moist folds between her legs. I looked up at Juliet, who briefly turned her attention down to me.

  My fingers ached with the need to touch her. I held a breath as I tried to throttle the dizzying current that raced through me. Juliet’s burning eyes held me still. I reveled in her longing. Held the satisfaction in knowing that every touch of my fingers, every move of my mouth, could pleasure her like no one else could. She was waiting, desperately, for me to give her what she wanted—what she needed. The very idea of it hammered my heart against my ribs.

  I stroked a growing flame. My hands explored the supple skin of her legs and thighs, playing a song with my fingertips. A few moments later, they traced an elegant path along the swollen, wet folds of her heat, drawing ever so slowly inward. Juliet’s mouth fell open slightly, staring back into the vanity mirror across from us. I could only imagine the thoughts running through her mind, watching my every motion.

  My fingers gently teased her open, the hot breaths from my mouth beating against her glistening skin. I could feel her rapid quivers and a tormented groan fall out of her when I looked up. Every part of me ablaze with desire to pleasure her as passionately as she had just pleasured me.

  As my mouth wrapped onto her swollen center, my eyes stayed focused on her face. My tongue traced the outline of her folds, tasting her arousal. It was subtly different from my own, sweet and lingering. The very idea that I was savoring her, filled me with a delightful shiver of want. The taste was something I’d always long for. Something that would never fade from memory. Her soft, warm flesh fell beneath my fingers and lips. I moved in slow deliberate circles inward, and felt Juliet’s leg muscles tighten. A bright flare of desire sprang in her eyes. My lips drew her into my mouth in gentle suckles. I played her, teasing out a string of passionate notes of ecstasy.

  The fingers of my hand, slick with her arousal, trailed up to her stomach, raking into her flesh. With the other hand, I slipped into her hot warmth, dancing around her entrance, taunting her like she’d done to me. From the floor, I watched her face twist into a look of aching need, her lips releasing a tormented groan. Juliet’s fingers wrapped up in my scalp, in an almost frustrated manner. I didn’t torment her long, sliding a delicate finger deep inside her. Together we found a tempo. Juliet gasped in sweet agony when I surprised her with another finger in her depths. I felt her clench around me as involuntary trembles of her orgasm began. Her hands gripped the comforter with tight fists, and I could feel the vibrations of her violent cries in my mouth as I sucked. Her thighs pinned my face in place.

  All at once, a final bellowing tremor inside Juliet heated her thighs and groin. Her hands returned to my hair and tightened again. I looked up, watching her head roll back. Feeling her loud cries of ecstasy fill my mouth as my lips wrapped around her, tongue and fingers working in a frantic rhythm. Before long, her moans became pants, and her grip on me relaxed. I pulled back from her, attempting to catch my breath. When she finally looked down at me, her fingers trailed over the top of my head in an affectionate way. Those green eyes looked relaxed and calm, the flame of desire and lust, which filled them for months, tamed.

  Juliet helped me from the floor, taking my hand into her own and leading me to the beautiful bathroom that connected to her bedroom. I didn’t have long to admire it, wrapped up in a fiery passionate embrace all over again as we showered.

  Afterward, underneath the sheets of Juliet’s bed, we stared at one another in the faint light of the streetlights outside. There had been just enough that I could make out her lips when she finally spoke to me. Her hands were stroking carefully down my face, fingertips dancing against my skin.

  “I love you.” Her mouth formed the words, but it
took me the longest time to understand what she had said. I stared at her in awe. Had this intoxicating push and pull between us been a long crescendo leading to this moment? Every second, the feelings inside us growing stronger and deeper and more meaningful. When she said it, it made sense. It was truth. We’d built this from the beginning. From the moment we’d first met under the willow tree. When I’d looked into her eyes during Franck’s Sonata in A Major. There was no question in my mind that love was what it was. To her. To me. Love encompassed this thing we’d built to its very core.

  “I love you too,” I breathed, our hands intertwining. I watched her mouth kiss the backside of my hand. She squeezed, lightly. Her eyes shimmered in what little light there was remaining in the room. We came together, tangled ourselves, bodies blending in a chaotic mess of emotions. This was everything to me. To Juliet. The music of our souls, releasing in a bellowing concerto of the real, true passion we felt for one another.

  21

  Juliet

  Debussy, Arabesque No. 1 & No. 2

  Debussy, Rêverie

  Corelli, Concerto grosso Op. 6, No. 8

  Four Seasons: Fall, Vivaldi

  Sibelius, Violin Concerto

  FOR ONE OF THE FIRST times in my life, I woke with another beside me. It was early, still dark outside. Emma was sleeping soundly, facing towards me. Her mouth slightly open, breathing quietly, unruly blonde hair cascading across the pillow. Our legs were twisted together. My fingers stroked in the most timid, careful touches against the side of her face, feeling her soft skin beneath me. In disbelief that this moment was real.

  Emma stirred, and I pulled back from her. I felt her legs squeeze around mine, just as her eyelids fluttered open. Those brown eyes immediately met mine. I watched her lips curl into a small smile. She reached for my hand, wrapping us together. As soon as she did, I leaned forward, my lips falling on to hers. We both breathed in, and then pulled away.