Chapter 3
JADE
He loves it when I play, the piano keys against my fingertips, eyes closed as the melody surrounds me like a warm blanket on a cool night.
His hands buckle around my shoulders from behind and his dominant touch seeps through me, my nipples tightening as I let myself get swept into a trance—both from the music and his hands on me.
Feeling him, the music, it’s all too much, yet not enough.
He grasps me harder, massaging me as those hands wander down my arms. I drown in it, all these sensations drifting down my body like a ghostly touch.
After we ate, we somehow ended up in the music room, where he asked me to play.
Those warm, soulful eyes, hypnotizing me as he kissed me slow, my back against the piano.
When he turned my body around, he forced me down on the bench while I grew achy and needy from the way he demanded with a simple touch that I do what he wanted.
His hands glide down my arms, gradually moving toward my breasts, his thumbs licking past my nipples through the dress—beaded and hard for his mouth. Needing him badly, I push my core into the bench, dying to ease the throbbing in my clit.
“Enzo . . . please,” I murmur, my fingers slowing as he pinches my nipples.
“Keep playing.” The demand caged in his tone is a beat of lustful pleasure calling to my body, searing into my skin.
I don’t stop. I make the music bleed from my very soul even as his hands move down onto my lap. He yanks the dress up as I sit up a little, giving him room. A moan climbs out of me, anticipation drawing me in, desperate for him to touch me.
The silky touch of his fingers brushes against my inner thighs.
Finally.
I play faster, wanting this song to end so he can have me.
Crawling, he slides those fingertips higher. My breathing is shallow as he slides up against my core, right between my slit, sliding up and down.
“Oh God,” I breathe, losing concentration, my fingers slipping off the keys.
“Don’t stop or I stop,” he warns. “I wanna hear you play while I play with you.”
I swallow the heaviness in my throat, a trail of goose bumps running up both arms, as he slips my panties to the side with his index finger.
My thighs willingly spread, needing the ache to ease, yet knowing it’ll return if he wills it so. He owns both my body and my heart. I’m his to play. He’s right about that.
“Enzo!” I cry as he grazes my clit with his thumb just a fraction, just enough for me to crave more of it. “Please, I need . . .” My fingers pound on the keys, and I stop playing. Suddenly, he does too.
“No…” I protest. “You can’t do this to me.”
His deep-chested chuckle, those lips humming across my neck, it sends a jolt down into the space I need him to fill.
“Hands back on the piano. I told you what I want. Now finish.”
With a groan, I make my hands work again, playing with fervor, and he finally touches me again.
His fingers brush over me, teasing my lips there.
I exhale sharply as he eases inside me, just the tip of his fingers and I burn everywhere.
“Enzo, yes,” I whisper on a moan. A thumb fondles my clit, as he fucks me deeper now, two fingers where one had been.
“Harder!” I cry, the music no longer sounding right, but I don’t stop a second as he fucks me, my hips circling, needing more. “Enzo, I’m gonna . . . Oh God!”
My hands tremble against the piano as I cry, my toes curling in the pumps wrapped around my feet. “Fuck me . . . I need you.”
“I know what you need,” he groans, his other hand fisting my hair, yanking my head back so I can look at the eyes of the man I desperately want.
His teeth grit as he pounds deeper inside me, three fingers stretching me wide until my eyes roll back and I think I stopped playing.
“Yes, yes, yes . . . don’t stop. Do-don’t . . . ohhh . . . fuck, Enzo!” His name on my lips is a desperate plea for more. Our eyes are fastened as every inch of me scorches up while I fall into the fire he created. I’m quivering against his chest as he looks at me as though he wants to devour me.
I don’t stop coming. It’s unending. I’m a trembling mess as his fingers wedge so deep, I see stars.
His hard breathing is at my forehead while my body gradually eases, my exhales a tattered mess.
He cups a palm around my throat, gripping me in a choke hold as he turns my head back to him, and takes my mouth with his.
It’s like a damn possession—teeth, lips, growls, and moans.
We practically tear each other apart, the passion dripping from the love and sizzling chemistry we have for one another.
His teeth sink around my lower lip, pulling hard enough for the pain and pleasure to feel one and the same.
I suck his tongue into my mouth, and he tightens the large span of his palm around my throat in the most delirious way.
I crave when he turns animalistic—a man who desires me with ruthless need.
“Stand up,” he demands, backing off as I try to get to my feet. He helps me up, his piercing gaze roaming down my body, leaving a path of destruction in its wake. Because I want him again, need him so bad, I’m willing to beg to feel his cock inside me.
Before I can say a word, his hands are on my dress, yanking the side zipper down.
“Take it off for me.” His eyes grow hooded, my mouth parting as my hands go to my shoulders, our gazes touching the way I want our bodies to.
Slowly, I let the dress drift lower, and lower, exposing my breasts to the gaze feasting on me.
His jaw clenches, his chest rattling with heavy breaths. Without taking my eyes away from his, I let the dress glide all the way down, until I’m in nothing but those panties and heels he wanted.
“Fuck, you’re goddamn beautiful.” His voice slams with an ache as though it hurts to look at me. The emotions on his face—my God, I can feel them.
He comes nearer, a fierce look in his eyes, like a predator waiting to catch his prey. With a rough palm against my stomach, he pushes me back against the piano, then grabs under my thighs and lifts me up on top of it. My ass hits the keys, the music now a haphazard mess, kinda like me.
His hips pull in between my thighs. He cups my breasts with both hands, massaging my sensitive flesh, thumbing over my stiff nipples.
“Please, Enzo . . .” My brows tighten, the walls inside me constricting with heady desire. “I need your cock.”
He bends to me, his heavy breathing floundering against my lips as he leans in some more, his mouth against my jaw, his teeth grazing the skin as he pushes his finger into my pussy, inch by tantalizing inch.
I open for him, wanting him to plunder deeper, faster. “Enzo, please give it to me harder.”
He chuckles gruffly. “Look at my greedy wife, spreading open her pretty pussy for me as wide as she can.” He glides another finger between my wetness, and I arch my back on a moan, the sensation…it’s too much.
“Oh . . . fuck,” I breathe with a tremble, and he growls deep, grabbing my throat like he owns it. His thumb presses into my pulse, deepening as he plunders those fingers inside me with lazy strokes.
“Fuck me. Please…” My teeth clench, my eyes heavy-lidded. “I’ve been insane thinking about you on the way home, remembering this morning. Playing it over and over . . .”
He growls, nearing my mouth, kissing me hard, before he lets his mouth pepper down my chest, my stomach . . . He hooks his arms under my thighs, sitting me down on the bench I had just been in and fits his head between my legs.
He meets my gaze, his tongue rolling up from my ass, up to my clit. I buck beneath, the keys singing to a chorus of my cries. His tongue drives deep inside me before his lips lock around my clit, sucking me hard into his mouth.
The desperation of yet another orgasm springs to new life, needing it even more than the last. My clit aches as he licks, nibbles, sucking roughly, his fingers back inside me.
I’m not sure how many. I’m too far gone to focus on anything but the desperate desire to get the release I’m chasing.
With one more flick of his tongue, I shatter.
“Yes!” My breaths catch in my throat as I scream out, digging my nails into his scalp, pulling his hair as I come. My body shudders as he tastes me, his tongue spearing inside, dragging up to my clit, doing it over and over, working me into a frenzy.
“Mmm,” he groans, practically sucking me dry and the vibrations of his voice beat through my body like fireworks.
He climbs up, taking my mouth in a slower kiss this time, and I taste myself as he rolls his tongue with mine.
His palms are under my ass, lifting me off the piano onto legs that don’t seem to work.
“Hands on the keys, baby girl,” he drawls, and I slowly do as I’m told, bending my ass over for his eager hands. A palm strikes me hard before three fingers pump inside me.
“Yes,” I cry breathlessly, needing that man to finally fuck me.
He lets me go, backing up as I eye him from behind my shoulder. He lifts off his t-shirt and tosses it before his hands are on the waistband of his pants. The outline of his thick cock only makes me want to get on my knees and suck him dry. But I want him inside me too much to move.
I find my hand slipping to my pussy, working my clit as I watch him pull his pants and boxers just enough for his crown to peek out.
He drags both down his muscular thighs until he steps out of them. His palm wraps around his length as he groans, watching me touch myself.
But he doesn’t let me go far. He pushes his body into me, grabbing a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back. “Who do you belong to?” Our eyes connect as the head of his cock enters me, giving me a taste. “Say it.” He thrusts just a little deeper.
“Enzo . . .” I stammer, unable to take how badly I need this.
“Say it, baby. I wanna hear it.” His voice seeps with need, for me—his wife. The one he loves. The one he worships. And God, I worship this man. He’s my everything.
“I belong to you…just you. My body, my soul, it’s always been yours. Only yours. Please, just fuck me.” The words fly out in a hurry.
“Good girl,” he hums, and that’s when he slams all the way inside.
“Fuuuuk!” He slaps my ass with his free hand, while my groans and cries tangle into one sound I barely recognize.
He bucks his hips, slipping out, then in again. My body hits the piano hard, my fingernails pressing onto the keys, creating our own music. Those beastly strokes of his, that hand tightening in my hair, the other spanking me harder, has me climbing, tethering.
“That’s it . . . take every inch,” he grits, tugging my strands with his fingers, arching my neck for his teeth to wrap around my earlobe. “It’s yours.”
Then it comes, the plundering waves. They take me until I sink into the bliss, until I’m washed ashore, and his arms wrap around me and they hold me tight. Because with him, I never drown. I never will again.