Chapter 13 Played Like a Piano
PLAYED LIKE A PIANO
LEAH
Lourdes pressed me into the kitchen island, kissing me harder than before.
I wanted her to lead, and she didn’t mind taking up the task.
Hopefully, I’d been direct enough. I loathed making decisions offstage.
I wanted to be ordered about—not do the ordering.
It freed up my brain and allowed me to get off properly.
“You want me to fuck you?” Lourdes pulled back, running her thumb around my lower lip.
I nodded. Lourdes slid a hand down to my dress hem. She toyed with it for a moment. I shuddered as her fingers grazed my thigh.
“What, Leah? Cat got your tongue? For the first time since I’ve met you, you’re silent.”
Lourdes ran her hand up my thigh, her fingers softly touching me until she found the secret I was hiding.
“No tights and no knickers,” Lourdes gasped. “Leah, you’re devilish.”
“I’m American. We don’t follow the rules.”
“Yes, you’re so American,” Lourdes said. “What would Her Majesty think?”
“Hopefully, she’ll never find out,” I said.
Lourdes kissed me again, rubbing two fingers against my clit. I was wet—and growing damper by the minute. I moaned and twisted my hips towards her.
“Someone is greedy,” Lourdes said.
“I’m not,” I whined. “Just mercilessly horny.”
“You can wait,” Lourdes said. “Prove to me this isn’t just about you starfishing it.”
“Challenge accepted,” I said. “Take your tights off.”
Lourdes obliged, kicking them across the floor with dramatic flair.
I kissed her once more, rubbing my fingers over her panties as she moaned into my mouth.
“For someone who isn’t sure she wants to fuck me, she’s pretty wet,” I noted. “I promise I will prove to you how worthy I am.”
I flipped her around, pressing her against the island and slid a finger into her panties, rolling it against her clit. She was wet and desperate for me to get her off. As I slid two fingers inside, my thumb hitting her clit, she whimpered. Her breath picked up.
“Yeah? Good?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“Just get my g-spot,” Lourdes growled, “If you…”
She didn’t finish because I was a step ahead of her.
“Is that good?”
“Yes, Leah. Oh, fuck. You have tiny, useless fingers on a piano, but—”
“I am a great pianist even with my stumpy hands,” I laughed.
“You are about to make me come,” Lourdes said.
Watching her brace against the island, I grinned in satisfaction.
I loved the way her nostrils flared as she neared climax.
She dripped down my hand as I thrust my fingers, tickling the spot that drove her wild slowly each time.
Lourdes took my hand and jammed it against her pussy, squealing.
I felt the excitement as she came, clinched tight around my fingers.
“Oh, fuck, Leah. Oh, God!”
Lourdes came down from her high, kissing me. “Now, you want to come?”
“Yes, please,” I said.
“So well-mannered. What else should I expect, right? Go to bed. Get naked. I want to watch every inch of you quiver as I make you come, Leah.”
Sold. I raced to the bedroom, taking everything off. Lourdes took her sweet time, arriving with our glasses. I was naked in bed by the time she made it, slowly and delicately undressing in a way that drove me wild.
She climbed into bed. Finally, after months of wondering if her nipples were as perfect as I suspected, I had confirmation. Her tits were as good as I’d imagined.
“You’re beautiful,” I said.
She kissed my neck and slid her fingers inside my pussy. “So are you, Leah. We’d break the Internet if anyone ever got a look at us together.”
I bit my lip. It would never happen, but part of me would have loved to watch her fuck me in a highlights reel.
Lourdes kissed down my body, stopping to suck on my nipples.
She did appreciate my tits. I shuddered as she moved her lips down my torso and stomach, parting my legs gently.
Lourdes looked up, a cheeky grin on her face.
“You are so quiet. I didn’t even know you could be this quiet, Leah.”
“I… please, please get me off,” I moaned.
“She pleads. Does she get what she wants, though?” Lourdes asked, kissing down my right thigh.
“Yes,” I panted. “I do.”
Lourdes slowly licked my wet, aching clit. I threw my head back, pressing my hips towards her face.
“You’re amazing,” I panted. “Please keep going.”
Working a rhythm between her fingers and tongue, she brought me closer. I pulled her hair, needing to grip something. This must have aroused her because her moan vibrated against my clit.
“More, just… a little,” I growled. “Please, baby.”
She sucked on my clit and tickled my G-spot in a way that made my legs quake. Before I knew it, I came all over her hand.
“Oh God! Yes!” I shouted.
“Well, you are loud enough. I think they heard you in Devon,” Lourdes said, kissing her way back up to me. “Is she pleased?”
“Uh-huh,” I panted. “You’re… so fucking good.”
“I’ll do that again soon enough,” Lourdes promised. “If I get that good of a reaction, I don’t want to stop, darling.”
I curled up on Lou’s chest and settled suddenly. She wrapped her arms around me, running her fingers down my arm. She kissed my forehead. I was perfectly comfortable there—loved, cared for, and safe. It was the first time I’d felt so at peace in ages.
Suddenly, nothing mattered but this feeling of togetherness. Gone were the angry glances. Our competitiveness faded to unity. I longed to tell her how much I loved this, but before I could, she fell asleep.