BPOV
Edward was at the piano, playing softly, when I came in. The melody was beautiful and I quickly crossed the room until I was close by his side, my mouth inches away from his ear.
"Keep playing," I said as I slipped onto the bench beside him.
He smiled his crooked smile and tilted his head to me, but I gently moved it back to face the keys.
As the playing slowed, about to stop, again I told him, "Keep playing."
I lifted myself off the bench a few inches to spread my skirt out around me. I could see one eyebrow lift as his mouth broke into a slow smile. He kept playing.
Then, ever so slightly, I lifted first one hip, then the other from the bench. I wiggled my my legs as my panties slid down to my feet. I dropped them lightly in his lap.
"Keep playing," I said as the music began to waver. By now, the smile was gone, and his already intense green eyes were smoldering.
"The bench feels so cool against my skin," I told him, whispering wickedly in his ear.
He answered with a quiet groan, but kept playing.
I reached over and slowly stroked his muscular thigh, carefully avoiding his bulging hard on. It wasn't easy, since I wanted nothing more than to feel his thick, hard cock in my hands, but I wanted to tease him a little longer, so I held off.
By now he was groaning a little louder, rocking back and forth ever so slightly, but he kept playing.
"Keep playing," I said. I was going crazy with wanting him, but did my best not to let it show. I stood up and in one swift move, climbed from the bench to the top of the piano. I sat in front of him and placed one high-heeled shoe on each side of his hands.
"Keep playing," I said, and as I did, I slowly hiked my skirt up and spread my legs before him.
That did it.
In one smooth motion, he stood up from the bench and grabbed me around the waist, lifting me down and slamming me on the keys as he fumbled with his belt buckle.
We were both gasping for breath and I reached down to help free his cock. He had the best cock I'd ever known, big, but not huge, and thick without being too much to take. He was harder than I'd ever seen him.
"Oh my God. Oh my God," he kept murmuring in my ear as he lifted me onto him and plunged his way inside me.
I wrapped my legs tighter around him, my hips rising and falling to meet the rhythm of his thrusts.
I moaned, quietly at first, then louder as the pace built and he pulled my blouse open and busied his mouth with my nipples.
His answering moans told me he was getting ready to cum, as I lost myself in the pleasure sweeping through my body. It was like a tidal wave, pulling me in and building, building until I couldn't stand it. I was barely aware of his cries as we peaked together in what seemed like a never-ending orgasm.
Finally, afterward, we were tired and sweaty and feeling oh so good.
"That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen," he finally said. "I'll never be able to look at my piano again without getting a hard on."