by Rebel Farris
“Please tell me I’m not dreaming.”
“This isn’t a dream, Jared.” I ran my fingers through his hair to soothe him.
He reached behind me and pulled the ring out of the box. As it slid onto my finger, a smile grew on his face. Jared stood from the bench. His body pressed into mine, his eyes growing heated as he slowly undid the belt of my robe, exposing the lace-and-satin nightgown beneath. Grasping my waist, he picked me up, placing me on top of the piano. More dissonant notes floated throughout the room as I rested my feet on the keys. He ran his hands down the outside of my thighs to hook behind my knees. With a quick tug, he pulled me to him so our bodies were pressed together and aligned perfectly. I could feel his excitement between my legs. I felt him pulse. Unable to help myself, I moaned at the hardness of him.
My surroundings faded as I wrapped an arm around his shoulders and ran my tongue up the side of his neck. I whispered, “I love you,” as my tongue traced the shell of his ear.
A tremor ran through his body as he pushed me down, laying me back on the piano. He ground himself into me. He pushed the skirt of my nightgown up to my waist and ran his palm from my neck down my body to the edge of my panties, making my back arch off the hard surface. His thumb rolled over the sensitive bundle of nerves, and I gasped.
“Perfect,” he exhaled. “I’m going to taste you and touch you until I’ve had my fill. Then I’m going to make love to you. Are you okay with that? Because once I start, we’re going to be here all night.”
“Yes,” I hissed as he dragged my underwear down my legs.
Goose bumps broke out across my skin at the gentle tease of his grazing fingers. He sat back down on the piano bench, hooking my knees onto his shoulders and pulled me toward him until my lower body was supported only by him. He then set about fulfilling his promise.
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