A/N I don't own most of the characters, but the story is all mine
Hear it is, what you have all been waiting for. Lemons ahead. ;)
We got home late and both Bella and I were pretty tired. As we walked in the house I registered the new furniture, but was just too exhausted to explore at that moment.
I locked up the house and we silently walked upstairs. My arm securely wrapped around Bella's slim waist. I went directly to the master bedroom and walked in and really looked around this space.
"Your master suite, sir. I hope you like it." Bella said softly, looking at me anxiously...waiting for my opinion.
I glanced down at her sweet face, than looked around the room. The first thing I noticed was the bed. The king-sized mattress now sat in a frame of dark wood, with wrought iron work. It almost looked medieval, with the heavy wood and delicate metal work. The dressers and side tables all matched.
The red swirls Bella had painted on the wall now made sense. They accented the bedding perfectly. The duvet and curtains looked to be a heavy silver satin with the same swirl and loops, but in a black velvet instead. The bed had a dozen throw pillows, in black, silver, and one beautiful red satin pillow.
Black fur throw rugs were scattered around the room, and there was also art work hung on the walls.
Two pieces were black and white photos, blown up and extreme closeups of a rose. In both, the rose had a hint of red blush on them, an extreme contrast to the rest of the picture. The first was a rose tipped to the side, with a drop of water dripping from one of the petals. The drop of water was also tinted red. The second was a close up of a rose in full bloom, looking down into its center. It was sensual and sexy and pulled at me, causing my muscles to clench in a strange and erotic way. These two pictures were place above each of the side tables, bracketing the bed. Both of these pictures were beautiful and moving, but it was the piece of art that hung opposite the bed that caught and held my attention.
On first glance, it was just strange modern art. The colors matched the color scheme of the room, but as I stepped closer, curious, I started to see more in the piece. It was done in oils, and the artist was obviously very talented. The painting touched and moved me. I had never felt this way, looking at art in a museum. A pull...a longing to understand. Moved...affected, in a deep dark part of my psyche. I stood in front of that painting and studied it, trying to understand what I was seeing.
I felt Bella step up behind me and whisper. "Don't try so hard...just feel."
How did she know that I was struggling? Did the painting affect her the same way? Is that why she bought it? I looked back at her, and she was staring at the painting, then she said softly, "What do you see?"
I sighed, closed my eyes, then turned back to the piece of art. It all snapped into place and I saw it flash briefly, but as I tried to focus on the idea that flashed in my head it slipped away. I groaned in frustration.
"What's wrong?" She whispered softly. Her hand was resting on my back and rubbed as she stood slightly behind me.
"Love." I muttered. "But it was just a flash and then it disappeared, and now as I look at it, I'm confused at how I got love out of it." My hand was yanking at my hair in frustration.
Bella nodded. "You're tired. Maybe it will make more sense to you when you are rested."
I nodded in agreement and turned away from the piece. I looked down into her big brown eyes, then bent and kissed her softly on the tip of her nose.
"I'm going to take a shower." I said as I pulled away. "Good night, sweet Bella." I went into the bathroom, not closing the door all the way. I was hoping she would join me, but some small part of me knew that wouldn't happen. I stripped and got in the shower and quickly washed up. I just wanted to get done, so I could go out and hold Bella in my arms. It wasn't even about sex...I just wanted to hold her as we slept.
I briskly dried off, then wrapped the towel around my waist. When I stepped back into the bedroom, I saw that the bed was turned down, but no Bella. I went to the dresser, and started pulling drawers out until finally I found my shorts. I pulled on a pair, then went in search of her.
The house was graveyard silent, and no lights were coming from downstairs, so I started searching the spare bedrooms.
The first door I opened was decorated as an office, with a large desk and lots of book shelves, so I went on to the next door. Ahhh, there she was, but why? I quietly prowled into the room, but Bella was sound asleep, her breathing soft and deep. Her hair was tied back in a loose braid. I didn't know why she chose to sleep in here, but my desire to hold her was too great. I stepped to the far side of the bed and got in under the blankets and moved closer to her. I put my arms out and carefully drew her into my body. I sighed in relief when she was finally there, wrapped securely in my arms. She muttered in her sleep, but didn't wake up. I ran my hands over her body. I could feel that she was dressed in a tank top and a pair of shorts. Her body was so soft and relaxed. I smiled softly, and then let myself relax, closed my eyes and slept.
Somehow subconsciously, I was aware of Bella, and her movements, adjusting myself, so that I always was holding her. I woke early and looked down into her beautiful, sleeping face. The soft morning light coming in the window, lightened the room enough to see her. I watched as Bella stirred. She was waking up. I propped myself up on one elbow, so I could look down at her, as I traced the skin of her jaw and played with the loose tendrils of hair around her face. Before she opened her eyes, I felt her move her body against mine, then gasp softly.
"Edward?" Her voice was low and thick from sleep. I bent forward and lightly kissed her ear.
"Bella." I murmured as I continued to kiss her cheek, then back to her ear, capturing her lobe in my teeth and nipping softly down and humming in contentment.
"Edward, what are you doing in here?" She whispered softly.
"You're in here." I stated simple, my lips now kissing her neck, my tongue tasting her flesh.
She rolled over slightly, brushing against my morning wood and she caught her breath. "Edward." She gasped out. "I turned down your bed...in your bedroom...for you." She had frozen when she had felt my hardness, but now she was trying to pull away from me. That was not going to happen.
I tightened my arms around her, pulling her firmly, tightly into my body. I wanted her to feel what she did to me.
"Bella, you're not my maid or my mother. And I wanted to hold you." I nuzzled into her neck, behind her ear. "By the time I found you in here, you were sound asleep, so, I slept in here with you. I wanted you in my arms. I wanted to hold you." I muttered as I continued my assault on her neck...kissing, licking and sucking on her soft flesh.
I could feel her gasping inhalations. She was as turned on as I was...I was confident of that. I slowly slid my hand up from her hip, up her ribs then stopped just shy of her breasts. My lips were buried in the soft skin where her neck meets her shoulders. Her skin there was so fragrant and warm and sweet. I nipped her gently then licked and sucked, pulling her skin into my mouth. My actions were making her moan and wiggle...causing a nice, if not satisfying friction.
"Bella..." I pulled her shirt down a little and attacked the flesh over her clavicle. "The other night...on the phone...you touched yourself..." I slid my mouth down further, getting closer and closer to her nipple. "Have you touched yourself since then?" I asked. My hand slowly traveled back down to the hem of her shirt and slipped under, caressing the soft skin of her stomach, my mouth at the start of the swell of her breast, still nipping and sucking.
"N-n-nooooo." She stuttered and moaned on a soft sigh. Her body was responding and calling to mine.
I slowly kissed my way back up to her ear then whispered softly, "I want to watch you...touch yourself...and bring yourself to orgasm." My words were punctuated by gently nips on her flesh. "I have fantasized about that just about every moment since we hung up." I moaned in a low, deep voice as I ground against her. "I want to watch you when you cum." I bit again into her ear lobe, then sucked it gently into my mouth.
Her whole body jerked and undulated against me as she moaned my name, "E-edward." Her exposed arm reached up and back, and started tugging on my hair, as she pushed her backside into my hardness. "I can't." She whimpered. "I can't do that in front of you."
"Yes, Bella, you can. And you will." I said firmly, then pulled away from her and got out of the bed. She was left alone in the middle of the bed, gasping. A hectic flush covered her pale skin, her nipples were hard little pebbles under her thin tank and there were love bite marks across her throat and neck. She marked easily, and I liked the way they looked, telling the world she was mine.
I looked back up to her face, and was surprised to see her eyes focused on my shorts. I smirked as I brought my hand up and stroked myself...watching her. She couldn't take her eyes off of me, and she bit her lip as her eyes filled with lust and longing.
"Bella?" I called softly. "Do you like what you see? Would you like me to remove my shorts?" I asked her wickedly as I continued to rub my cock through the material, making it impossible for her to miss my size and girth. Her eyes flew up to my face, her cheeks flushing even darker.
"Edward..." She started, but I could see that she was too inhibited to go on.
"Bella. Just listen to my voice and do what I say. Close your eyes and just concentrate on my words." I said softly as I sat down in the chair in the corner. I watched as she nodded then shut her eyes tightly.
"Relax, Bella. Breathe. Deep breathes in and out...in and out. Good girl." I was amazed at how she let me take over and take control...of everything. "Now take you clothes off." I ordered her. She responded perfectly to my voice and manner and undressed slowly. She was too innocent to have done it on purpose, but the hesitant...almost coy way she removed her clothing, was making me even harder.
"Touch your breasts and nipples, Bella. Show me how you like to be touched." I said softly, my voice getting deeper and raspier the more turned on I was. I stood and quickly yanked my shorts off, then sat and stroked my cock as I watched her touch herself.
I was a little surprised when she pinched down hard on her nipples. She moaned and her back arched, thrusting her tits up, and then she rolled her nipples gently as her body eased back down to the bed. After a few gentle touches, she pinched and twisted her nipples againg...a moan ripping from her as she did so.
"Do you like it rough, Bella? Do you get turned on by the pain?" I moaned softly. This gave me so many fucking dirty thoughts of things I could do with her. My cock was twitching in my hand. She moaned again, but didn't answer me. "Tell me, Bella!" I said firmly.
"Y-yesssss." She hissed out. "I like the pain..." She gasped out. "Pain, then soft, soothing touches, then more pain." She muttered as she pinched and twisted again, then back to the gentle rolling. Her chest was rising and falling with her gasping breaths.
"Are you wet, Bella?" I asked. I could see that she was. Her naked, hairless pussy hid nothing. She was fully exposed and beautiful.
"Y-yessss." She hissed again softly. Her hands and fingers still manipulating her hard, tight nipples.
"Show me! Spread you legs further apart and touch yourself. Show me your wetness on your fingers." I urged huskily.
Her body shuddered, but her legs fell open and she slid her hands down her body. With her left hand she spread her swollen pussy lips apart and her right hand slid down her slit, touching herself and her wetness.
"Show me!" I demanded again. She held her wet fingers up for me to see. "Put two fingers inside yourself now." I had to get closer. I silently stood, picked up the chair and moved it to the foot of the bed. When I turned back, Bella was slowing fucking herself with her fingers. I could see her juices dripping out, her right hand soaked with her fluids. She was obviously very turned on.
"Stop!" I said softly. She did and opened her eyes and looked directly at me. "Suck on your fingers. Taste yourself." I could see the shock on her face at me demand.
She stared at me for a long moment, then finally, slowly, brought her fingers up to her mouth and sucked her fingers into her mouth, her beautiful lips closing around them and sealing them in. Her eyes never left mine, dilated and flushed, her whole body was pink now, from head to toe.
"What do you taste like Bella?" I groaned, as I resumed stroking my cock. I imagined my cock in her sweet, hot mouth as she sucked on her fingers.
Her eyes opened wider and she shook her head, as if confused by my question.
"Do it again then, Fuck your pussy with your fingers, then taste yourself. Tell me what you taste like." I said in a quiet but firm voice. I was surprised by how compliant she was. She did everything I had told her to do.
Her fingers immediately plunged into her body, pumping in and out several times, then she slowly brought her fingers to her mouth. This time she didn't immediately suck her fingers in, but let her small tongue dart out, and she licked her fingers. Her eyes still staring into mine, not breaking the connection. After licking her fingers, she slowly sucked both into her mouth then with a soft pop from the suction she pulled them out.
"Sort of salty...but not really...I...I don't think it tastes like anything I have ever eaten." She whispered.
"Are you sure? Do it again." I said. I was so fucking turned on watching her taste her essence. Bella did as I told her and again her fingers pumped into her pussy several times. Her chest was still rising and falling with her heavier respirations. As she brought her fingers to her mouth again to taste, she lowered her eyes to my hand and cock and watched me stroke myself. Knowing she was watching me, my cock twitched and grew even more painfully hard. I didn't know if I was going to make it through for her orgasm. My body wanted to cum so fucking bad right now.
"Yes, just slightly salty, but bland otherwise. No flavor that I recognize." She whispered breathlessly.
I groaned. God! I wanted to fucking dive into her pussy right now and taste her. I could smell her scent, the scent of her sex. It made my mouth water. My balls sucked up into my body, preparing to ejaculate. I removed my hand from my cock and willed myself not to cum yet. Thankfully, I mastered the feeling and held off...but I was painfully hard and ready.
Bella's fingers were back to fucking her pussy, and she was picking up speed. Her head thrown back and tossing from side to side. Her back arching and her tits thrust up, and shaking with her gasping breaths. Her feet planted, her hips rising to met the thrusts of her fingers. I could see her juices flowing out, completely coating her thrusting hand...she was so fucking wet. Her moans mixed with the wet, sucking, slapping sound of her hand hitting her body as her fingers plunged relentlessly into her tight pussy over and over.
I could tell she was close now and without my guidance, she flicked her clit with her left hand then pinched it...hard. Her entire body arched and froze as she half screamed, half moaned. I watched in fascination as her fluids gushed from her body, as her hips thrust into the air. She slowly relaxed and laid back down, removing her wet hands from her center. Gasping, trying to catch her breath, she rested her wet, sticky fingers on her flat stomach.
"Beautiful!" I murmured softly. "Bella, look at me." I demanded.
She slowly opened her eyes, and I came over to the side of the bed and knelt next to her spent body. She was looking up at me in the eyes and that's not what I needed or wanted in that moment.
"Watch me." I said softly. Her eyes drifted down my body. When she was finally looking at my cock, I started stroking my length again. I watched her face, while she watched me masturbate. She started gasping and panting again, as I pulled roughly on my shaft. This time as my balls pulled up, I picked up my tempo, tightening my grip to get the friction that I needed. I finally released. My cum, spurted out of me in ribbons and sprayed on Bella's stomach and tits. Her mouth popped open in surprise, as I grunted and with one final yank, sprayed her with the last of my spunk.
She looked beautiful...covered in my cum. So fucking erotic...so fucking...fuckable. She looked up at me with hooded eyes, then down at the mess on her body, and she slowly rubbed at it...spreading it over her body. Her hands slid up to her tits, and massaged it into her skin, swirling it around her tight, little nipples. Slowly she raised her hand to her mouth, and she licked her hands, tasting me. Her tongue darting in and out of her mouth as she lapped my cum off of her hands and fingers.
"So fucking hot!" I muttered. Then I bent and took her mouth, plunging my tongue in her mouth over and over. Tasting myself, and the sweetness of her mouth. She tasted like...sex...and I was getting hard again.
I cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples hard, then slid down. Licking and kissing her skin, again, tasting myself on her body.
Bella gasped then muttered, "God! Yes! Edward! Yes!" She was panting, and arching her chest up to meet my lips.
I moved down her body and got between her thighs. I continued to pinch and play with her nipples as I brought my mouth down to her core and inhaled deeply of her sex. The smell of her heat and wetness, was going to drive me mad. I slid my tongue along her swollen slit, down to her opening then back up. When I got to her clit, I bit down on the sensitive nub of flesh.
She screamed and bucked up into me. I placed my hands under her ass and held her up, as I went to work, feasting on her. I moved my tongue back to her entrance and stabbed it hard and fast into her tight pussy. I fucked her pussy with my tongue, and felt her juices cover my face. Inhaling her scent and tasting her glorious dew, I almost came again, but I suppressed the urge.
"Oh! My! God! Edward!" She grunted. Her hands fisted into my hair, holding me firmly against her heated and moist center. "Fuck!" She moaned, and my cock twitched at her use of that word. She had her feet planted again as she thrust her hips up to my marauding mouth. I flattened my tongue and licked up her slit to her bundle of nerves again. As I flicked it with tongue, I plunged two fingers into her tight little cunt.
"Fuck Bella! Your are so fucking wet...so fucking hot...so fucking tight." I growled against her clit. I bit into that bundle of flesh again and pumped her hard with my fingers.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeee" She was actually keening. Her body arched and convulsed as she came hard around my fingers. Her body clenching so hard on my fingers, sucking them in and holding them tight within her heat. Her juices flowing from her like a tidal wave. Her whole body was quivering with her orgasm.
As her body stated to go limp, I knelt up between her legs and placed the head of my cock at her entrance. Her eyes were tightly closed, as she was still riding out the tail end of her orgasm.
"Bella, look at me." I said softly. She was completely splayed out, spread-eagle in front of me. Her eyes slowly opened and she saw I was poised and ready to enter her, she smiled. The most, fucking, sexy smile I have ever seen.
"Yes...Edward. Please." She whispered.
She didn't have to ask me twice. I slowly slid the head of my cock into her heat. I was afraid that because she was so tiny, that I wouldn't fit. I was long and thick, and in all of experiences, I had never been able to bury myself in a woman. They all complained that I was too long, and that it hurt if I went too deep. I wanted to be able to bury myself in Bella, but I had my doubts that that would ever happen.
I watched her face, waiting to see her pain. "If it hurts, tell me to stop." I muttered. Her hands moved up my arms to my shoulders and gave a little squeeze then pulled me closer.
God she was so tight...like virgin tight. I was barely in past the head and I could feel her body clamping down on me. Instead of trying to force myself in, I bent and kissed her neck and shoulders, hoping to relax her and ease further in.
As great as my desire was to just plough into her and claim her, my desire to protect her and bring her pleasure was greater.
I rocked my hips, working my way into Bella. As I kissed and sucked on her neck, I took her right nipple with my left hand and pinched it hard. As I released her nipple from the brutal pinch, her pussy walls relaxed, allowing me to slid almost all the way into her. This was as good as I could hope for.
She groaned lowly as she felt my cock stretch her, fill her, and go deeper into her. "Edward." She moaned my name on a breath like a sigh.
I stopped moving to look at her and to see if I was hurting her, but her face was filled with passion and flushed pink.
"Bella. Are you okay, baby?" I asked to be sure.
"Mmmhumm. God, Edward. It's never felt like this. I have never felt like this. You are so big...so long...so hot. I mean your flesh is so hot, it's like you're on fire." Her eyes looked down our bodies to where we were joined. "God! You're not even inside me all the way." And she looked up at me with questioning eyes.
"Nope..." But I trailed off. Fuck, I wanted to be though...so fucking bad.
Bella's hands moved down my back, her nails scraping down as she brought her hands to my hips, then she dug her nails into my ass, urging me to come closer...go deeper.
"In. Edward. I want you inside me...all of the way." She was tossing her head on the pillow and urging me forward.
I took a deep breath, and got myself under control before saying, "I don't want to hurt you. Bella! Believe me, I want to be buried in you, but I know it will hurt you, and I can't hurt you..."
Her eyes opened up to slits and she simply said, "More...Edward, I want more...I need more. I need all of you."
I huffed out a breath and started to thrust in and pull out, but not pushing any deeper in her.
"Edward..." Bella whimpered. "More!"
Damn it! I couldn't deny her anything. I thrust harder, going a little deeper with each thrust.
Bella started chanting "yes" at every in stroke...her hands kneading and squeezing my ass. Her breathy moans were getting to me. I couldn't lose control...I would hurt her. I could feel my balls drawing up into my body. I was close, but I needed her to cum first. I needed to give her this.
"Deeper! Edward, all the way." She growled. She actually growled at me. Fuck! That was sexy as hell, and my undoing. My control snapped and I slammed into her. "Fuck! Yes!" She screamed. As I buried myself, balls deep into her, Bella climaxed. Her tight pussy clamping down and milking my engorged cock. Her entire body vibrated around me, her back arched, mouth open in a silent scream.
As I felt and watched her peak, my entire body rejoiced and I ground down into her, trying to go even deeper. I emptied my balls into her sucking, hot heat. It felt like my climax went on forever, and for every twitch and grind of my body, her body responded with a spasm of tightened muscles.
Finally, I was spent. I laid my head down on her shoulder and held her close. I was still firmly embedded inside of her, and even as my dick started to soften, I could still feel the aftershocks of her orgasm, ripple through her tight muscles.
"God! Bella I..." Fuck! I almost said I love you. Too soon! Not yet! I was going to scare her away. I was wrestling with myself. "Did I hurt you, baby?" I whispered instead, the first thing I thought of.
Her fingers were languidly caressing up and down my spine. A glimmer of a smile, a look of utter contentment on her face. "Mmmm...no. God no! That was amazing." Her eyelids slowly opened and I could see her pupils were dilated and her eyes looked almost black, but still so warm and soft.
I was still above and inside of her, but holding my weight off of her. I rested on my elbows, our bodies touching everywhere. I would crush her if I didn't support my weight, but neither one of us wanted to pull apart and separate yet. As I looked down at Bella, she brought her mouth to mine and kissed me. Nibbling on my lips, licking and sucking. Her tongue darted into my mouth and stroked against my own.
I was enchanted by her. I loved the way she looked, how tiny she was, how perfectly we fit together. I loved her scent of vanilla and strawberries. I loved the sounds she mad during sex, and hell...just her husky voice when she was talking. I admired her quick wit and intelligence, and her ability to assess a situation and deal with it. I loved her casual sense of style, and what I saw of the house, her style sense and ability to see my tastes and use them to make my home comfortable for me. I loved her quirky humor and her ability to laugh at herself. I loved the fact that she could defend herself and kick ass. Not to mention that it was a total turn on to see her beat the shit out of some guy twice as big as her. And finally, her love of music, and her ability to play any instrument. I loved that we had music in common, and the piano. I just wished she would play for me.
She is simply...amazing. And for now...mine. I just needed to figure out how to keep her mine, forever.
I slowly pulled out of her, and rolled to the side. As I did, she whimpered in protest, then turned her body to me and curled into me. She was making the cutest sounds...sounds of contentment. Almost like a kitten. Again, I was amazed at how tiny she was, but how perfectly she fit in my arms...and how perfectly I fit inside of her. I kissed her temple as I held her close, and I felt her lips slid over my chest as she kissed the flesh over my heart, then she sighed softly, squeezed me, then relaxed. Her breathing was soon smooth and even, and I watched her sleep. Her hair was still in the loose braid, but many of the silky tresses had pulled free and laid in wild abandon around her body.
She looked even younger when asleep, almost like a child and she looked so innocent and pure. Looking down at her sleeping face, you would never know that she had just participated in some pretty fucking amazing sex.
Speaking of sex...the room, Bella and I smelled strongly of it. It blended well with her scent of vanilla and strawberries, and inhaling the aroma made me hard and ready again.
Bella would probably be sore. She said she didn't have sex very often and I had fucked her pretty hard. I'm surprised that she took my full-length without complaint, but she would probably suffer for that later. I frowned. I sure hope she will tell me if it's too much. I want sex to be pleasurable for her. No more pain, or at least only good pain...remembering how she abused her nipples.
I ran my hands down her body and slid my fingers down her swollen slit. Her sex was hot, swollen and throbbing. Yes, she will probably be sore, but hopefully not too much. We definitely needed to talk about this.
I sighed and finally relaxed and felt myself drift off.
When I woke up, I was alone in bed. The sheets where Bella had lain were cool to the touch, so I had been alone for a while.
I pulled my shorts on and wandered out of the room, to the master suite. Again, I was captured by the painting on the wall.
How did I see love in this picture? When I looked at it analytically, it looked like two people standing at opposite sides of a tunnel. The color at the center of the picture was deep, dark red...almost black and the colors lightened and graduated to the edge of the painting, but no absolute of black and white...always tones of red. The two humanoids were placed in the purest, bright red area, with little spots on their bodies to show where their hearts would be. The two humanoids were both very different looking...no similarities but for the red heart.
I sighed. This painting frustrated me. I went into the bathroom and was surprised to find it still warm and humid from Bella's shower. As I stepped in the stall and closed the door, I was engulfed by the scent of her.
I quickly washed myself, scrubbing myself clean. Unfortunately washing the scent of Bella, and the amazing sex we had, off of me.
I stepped out of the shower, dried off, then threw on a pair of jeans...leaving the button undone. I towel dried my hair and then headed downstairs.
As I got midway down, two things pulled me from my inner thoughts. One, the smell of coffee brewing. And two, an intricate piece of music being played on the piano. Bella was playing! I had to see this, and I continued down the stairs, silently and tip-toed to the archway that led into the living room.
Bella's eyes were closed as she played the song, her hands moving swiftly over the keys and her body swaying from side to side. She was completely absorbed in the music, and it was beautiful. I had no idea who wrote it, but it was an intricate piece that expressed great emotion. I felt my heartbeat stutter at some of the sequences of notes...that pulled a feeling...an emotion...from deep within me.
As Bella continued to play, I glanced around the room, taking in the large pieces of furniture. Everything was clean-lines and sturdy...made for a big man. The couch, love seat and chair were all brown suede, subtle to the touch. Throw pillows in yellow, gold and orange scattered everywhere. A cowhide throw rug in front of the fireplace and another in front of the couch, under a coffee table. The tables in the room were all light wood, either blonde or natural. It made much better sense than dark wood, which would have made the room to dark, heavy, and somber.
Bella had moved the piano and placed it in front of the big, bay-window, where it shone from the natural light.
I must have made some kind of sound, because suddenly the music stopped and Bella pinned me with her eyes. We stared at each other for several long moments. I personally was just drowning in her entrancing brown eyes...so deep...so expressive. I wonder what she was thinking?
"Please...don't stop playing." I finally whispered. It felt sacrilegious to speak louder. A faint smile touched her lips as she began playing, never taking her eyes off of me. I almost felt self-conscious, but now the song was different. The notes she was playing, called to me, as did her eyes. The music invited me in...caressed me...enveloped me. I felt my heart beating faster as the tempo picked up. The notes were begging me to step closer...luring me in. I felt myself moving. Before I was really aware of it, I was standing next to the piano, looking down at my beautiful girl...flushed with color and heat.
She continued to stare at me and play. Her notes hard and driving up to a crescendo.
I was gasping for breath, as her hands flew across the keys. Her breasts rising and falling rapidly with her effort. I had never felt this way. Never, has a piece of music affected me in this visceral way. I was very aware of how hard I was...my cock throbbing and straining at the denim it was encased in. I watched Bella's face, as she continued to play...building...building. I watched as her mouth slowly fell open as she hit the climax of the piece. Her eyes slid closed and she tilted her head back. I could see her heartbeat fluttering in her neck, her chest heaving with her gasping breath, and yet she continued to play. Her fingers tapping lightly in feather soft notes, that drifted slowly down and then finally just melted away to an end.
Again as I watched her end the piece and she got her breathing under control, I could feel my cock straining and throbbing...begging for relief...for release.
Bella slowly stood up and stepped into my arms. Her hands urging me to bend down so she could reach me. She took my lower lip and bit gently, then kissed me deep and hard. Her tongue plunging into my willing mouth.
She inched back and looked up at me directly in my eyes. Capturing me...ensnaring me in her own.
"The music is back." She said simply, and snuggled her body deep into my arms and hugged me tight. I could feel her heartbeat thrumming against me as she sighed with contentment and happiness.