Chapter Twenty-Eight #2
"Well, it never came up." She's whining a little, trying to pull my head back down to her breasts.
"I had a tuner come in this afternoon to make sure the piano was in perfect condition…
We might need to call him back, because I'm going to fuck you.
On this piano. And shove it halfway across the room.
" My hand covers her breast, squeezing it and I have never wanted to have two working hands more than at this moment.
Horrifyingly, it's Choi's face I see, pinched with disapproval. "You could be plucking those nipples like guitar strings. But you are a pussy. You won't have the surgery. No surgery, no fingers."
"Shut the fuck up!" I hiss between gritted teeth.
Liria sits up abruptly. "What?"
I press my forehead against hers. "Ah, sorry. I was thinking about Choi, not that I wanted to, he just popped up in my head."
She tilts her head, looking like she's not sure if she should laugh or struggle her way off the piano to punish me for thinking about a 55-year-old Korean man when I'm about to fuck her. "Choi? Your physical therapist?"
"Baby, forget it," I'm laughing, shoulders shaking as I scoop my arms under her knees, yanking her off balance.
"Why? Do you have a physical therapy kink?" She wraps her arm around my neck, giggling. "Is it like, the ice baths, or -"
This time, I bite her nipple and she shrieks, forgetting about anything else. "Fuck, I want this," I run my tongue between her breasts, down over her heaving stomach. "Lift your hips." She obeys instantly, arching her ass off the surface of the piano so it's easy for me to yank her skirt off.
Throwing her legs over my shoulders, I bend down, putting my mouth on her soaked undies.
"There's nothing fucking hotter than how wet you get for me.
So fast." Licking along the sides of the fabric keeping me from her pussy, I finally lose patience, ripping them off, leaving a welt on her skin.
She doesn't seem to notice, since her thighs tighten around my head as I bury my face between her legs again.
The back of her head hits the piano with a thud as I push my tongue inside her.
"You're going to come on my face." My voice is muffled, but she hears well enough.
"Let's- we should come together," Liria moans.
"Oh, you'll be coming more than once," I chuckle, circling her clit with my tongue. "I want you spread out, stretched and dripping for me. You're going to be making music, screams and moans, begging me for more…" I shove two fingers inside her, "Begging me to stop."
"Alexsey…" she moans, beautiful with her pink mouth open and trying to draw breath.
"Yeah, baby?" Curling my fingers, I stroke along her passage until I find the spot I'm looking for.
"Can you- ah, god!" Her fingers dig into my shoulder. "Can you take off your clothes? I want to look at you."
Stepping back, I grin at her little whine when I pull my fingers out and suck them. "Fuck, there's nothing like the taste of you."
Weakly propping herself up on her elbows, my wife watches me reach behind my neck and pull my shirt off. "Better," she sighs. "Now the pants," she licks her lips.
"Don't tease me like that unless you want my cock in that pretty mouth," I warn, unbuttoning my jeans.
"Can I do that?" Liria asks shyly. "I want to-"
"Later," I groan, ripping my jeans and boxer briefs down, gripping my cock tight.
"Right now, I'm going to pull your hair, stuff my cock in you and make it hurt.
" There's a silvery flash in her eyes and I chuckle.
"You like that, don't you? When I'm stretching you wide, tearing into your tight pussy?
" I slap her nipples until they're red, hold her clit between two fingers and pull.
When her heels are drumming on my back in desperation, I notch my cock in her opening.
"How much do you want it?" I ask. My wife's torn between glaring at me and begging.
"You know I do," she moans, arching her back, trying to bear down and push me inside her.
"That's not begging, greedy girl." I step back, squeezing my dick.
I'm rigid enough to come right now, looking at her thighs, spread wide and her pussy slick.
"I'll make you come so hard that you'll grip my cock like a fist. You do that, you know.
" She covers her face with her hands, cringing, but still so wet she's dripping on the shiny surface of her piano.
I run the slick tip of my shaft up and down the slim furrow between her legs, feeling her shake.
"When you scream and thrash, you milk me dry. Look at me."
She groans, pulling her hands away from her red face.
"That's good," I praise her. "That's so good." Pushing hard, I get half of my cock inside her, feeling her silky heat clamp down on me. "Take a breath. We fit together." My hips start moving again, feeling the insane stretch of her, struggling to take me. Have I ever been this fucking hard?
I want to remember every second, imprint it indelibly in my mind; the sweet flush of her skin, eyes hazy.
Her black hair spreads out like an ebony fan, my wife's long fingers grip my hair, dig into my skin, trying to pull me closer.
Looking down, I see my cock split her wide, and I thrust harder, pushing and pulling her across the surface of her piano.
Angling my hips, I feel her tighten against me again, pushing deeper. "I want to be inside you so deep that you'll never get me out," I rasp, kissing her, rubbing her clit with the rough pad of my thumb.
"Now, please please please…" Liria begs mindlessly and I go up on my toes, thrusting deep and feel my come surge into her, a brutal rush that pulls everything from me as she laughs mindlessly, heels digging into my ass.
My head drops between her breasts, and I groan, locking my knees. Liria's hand strokes through my hair gently, I feel sweat stinging my arms and back. Looking at my arm, I laugh. There's long, sharp scratches down my biceps and shoulders.
"You savage little thing," I say appreciatively.
"Did I hurt you?" My wife looks at the marks she left on me.
"Don't bother to pretend you feel bad." Chuckling, I kiss her, biting down on her lower lip. "You like seeing your marks on me, don't you?"
"If I belong to you," she murmurs. "Then you belong to me, too."
Smoothing her hair back, I can feel myself growing hard again inside her. "Body and soul."
The words escape my lips, too fast to take them back, and when she wraps her arms around me, I find that I don't want to.