Sins and Serenades: Preacher's Kid

Chapter 16

Soul

I wake up to music playing, specifically a piano. After the ceremony, we had the reception at the hotel. We ate, drank, talked, and enjoyed each other’s company until the sun made its appearance in the sky. Gabe and I said goodbye to our family, boarded a flight, and traveled halfway around the world. His first international concert will be here, but until then, it’s our honeymoon. The Vegas concert, wedding, reception, and flight left me exhausted; all I had energy enough to do was shower, change, and sleep. I slide into my slippers and follow the music, the hotel suite is nothing short of amazing, three stories, three bedrooms, three baths, it has a library, gym, kitchen, butler’s kitchen, dining room, private pool, etc. You name it, it has it. Taking the elevator from the third floor to the main floor, the music is much louder. It’s beautiful, and words begin to fill my mind to match its beautiful melody. When I turn the corner, I stop in my tracks, my mouth goes dry. There is Gabe sitting at the piano, bare-chested, hair loose over his shoulder, sleep pants sitting low on his hips, eyes closed playing. Leaning against the door jam, I close my eyes and listen. As the music continues I think back over the last year with him, all the late-night talks, the dates he would take me on, how he would write me letters and mail them to me at his house so that when I went to the mailbox, I would find them. I thought about the first few months of me living with him, I insisted on sleeping in my own room, and he would sneak in dragging a blanket to make a pallet on the floor next to my bed. I would turn over, letting my hand fall over the side of the bed, and he would hold it as we’d talk, sing, and laugh all night until we both fell asleep. And on those nights, I would wake up every morning with him still holding my hand.

I agree it was hard trying to narrow down a wedding date with him being in the studio and getting ready to tour again, but it was worth it. In the past year we got to know each other again. Not only got to know each other, but we discussed what we both want from life, from each other, and our marriage. We compromised on some issues, agreed on others, and downright disagreed on some, too. Overall, the past year was a year well spent. I quit my job, sold my house, refocused on writing music, and sold a good bit of it thanks to Gabe giving me writing credit. There were people lined up to work with the hit writing songwriter.

“Come here, baby,” he calls out, surprising me.

“How did you know I was here?”

“I always know when you are near,”

He pushes back from the piano, pulling me to him so I am straddling him. “How are you feeling, Mrs. Hall?”

“Good,”

“You sure?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Good,”

“What were you playing?”

“A melody for you, all I need are the words for it.”

“Hmm, I think I can help you with that,” I moan when he sucks my nipple in his mouth through my robe. “Gabe,” comes out part whisper part plea.

“What do you want, baby?”

“You.” No sooner than the words are out of my mouth, he stands me up, stripping me out of my robe, lifting me he lays me on top of the piano. He places my feet on either side of the keys, spreading me wide.

“Have I ever told you that you have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen?”

“Gabe,”

“Don’t get shy on me now. Let’s play a game,”

“A, a game?” I ask in disbelief because he wants to play a game while I am Butterball naked and spread eagle on this piano.

“Yes, a game. I am going to play a melody based on the noises you make,”

“It’s not going to sound the same with the lid down,” I try to ration.

“You let me worry about that. Ready?”

“I guess— oh!” I cut off sharply when his mouth covers my core, he hits C. There’s an F when he sucks one of my lips in his mouth. Followed by a G when he lightly bites my clit, bringing a little pain with my pleasure. And then there’s an E when I feel his tongue slide inside of me. He never stops playing, and I never stop making noise as he thoroughly eats my pussy on top of this piano. I have cum so much that I know I have left a puddle, and the orgasm that is heading for me right now promises to be the strongest one yet. He is nursing on my clit while his fingers are digging in my pussy, tapping on the bundle of nerves just enough to keep me on the edge without tipping me over the edge. Sadistic bastard. I know he is waiting for me to beg. I refuse to, but when he wiggles the tip of his tongue in my ass as while his thumb kneads my clit, all pride gets up, and walks right out of the room.

“Please, please, please,” I beg. “Gabe, please, please let me cum. I need to cum, please,” I am practically in tears at this point with need. And I get angry when I hear and feel him chuckle. I open my mouth to cuss him out when he curls his fingers inside of me, sucking my clit back in his mouth, and the only thing my mouth can do is scream. I cum so hard it literally hurts he’s kept me on the edge for so long.

I barely have time to catch my breath when he turns me sideways, pulling me until my head is hanging off of the piano, putting me eye-level with his dick. He unties his pants and lets them fall to the floor, stepping out of them.

“Open that pretty mouth, baby, and let me fuck your throat,” he says, and my pussy gushes just from his words, but I do exactly what I was told to do and end up with a mouth full of him. It has taken me time, learning him and myself, to be able to take all of his inches into my throat. Surprisingly, I found I love doing this, and sometimes I think I do it more for me than for him. I was also surprised to find out I like to swallow, and I swallow every drop every time. But he makes it easy, he drinks gallons of water, eats even more fruits and vegetables, and makes sure to eat as much unprocessed food as possible. I also learned he likes sloppy head. My head is completely over the side of the piano, and my nose is mashed against his balls. I swallow against the head and relish when I hear his moan. He pulls out, cradling my head in his hands, pulling out to the tip and sliding back in, building up speed and intensity until he is flat-out fucking my mouth. I am soaked and so turned on by his grunts and moans, my hand finds its way to my pussy to play with my clit.

“Yes, baby, play with yourself. I love when you let this side come out to play, get that shit, Mrs. Hall,” he says, and I go over the edge, again. I pull him out, stretching to take one ball, then another in my mouth, gently loving them before sliding him back in and all the way down my throat, sucking hard.

“Oh no, you don’t, fucking hoover. As much as I love to see you be a good girl and clean your plate, I want this load of cum in your pussy.” He is once again moving me. This time he pulls me off of the top of the piano. I kneel on the piano bench leaning on the piano, and walks behind me, leaning down to bite my ass before kissing away the sting. I jump when he drags the head through my wet swollen folds, a moment before he slams inside me in one long stroke. As wet and horny as I am, and despite the numerous times I have been with Gabe, I still need a second to adjust to his size. And a few seconds was all he gave me before he was fucking me so hard the bench was sliding across the floor. “This is going to be a quick dirty fuck, baby. That talented ass mouth has me on the edge.” I am scratching the surface of the piano, trying to find a port in this storm until I just give up and lay my head down, moaning, screaming, and crying. But it’s when his foot rests on the bench I know this is just about over, and I was right. Seconds later, we are both cumming, hard. His head rests against my back, and we both struggle to catch our breath.

“We might have to buy this piano,” he says, making us both laugh. Pulling out, he picks me up and carries me back to the elevator and back to our bedroom.