Page 112 of Anti-Heroes in Love Duet

Still, she played, the notes sluggish, the song fading as if we’d walked away into another room.

It only made me play her harder. I plucked at those achy nipples until they throbbed while my other hand owned her pussy, pressing and stretching the tight walls to accommodate a third finger. I wanted her stuffed full of me. Following the impulse, I brought my free hand to her mouth and offered her my fingers to suck.

After a brief, humming hesitation, her mouth closed over my digits, her tongue sliding along the grooves.

“I can feel how much you want to orgasm for me,” I purred into her ear because every time I spoke filthy words, her sweet cunt tightened and pulsed, and her skin flushed a deep red.

She was embarrassed by her reaction, but it only heightened her response.

“You’re going to come all over my fingers for me, Elena.” She panted, her fingers trembling on the keys, her legs shaking beneath the piano. “And then I’m going to bend you over this instrument and bury myself inside you while you are still coming.”

“Dante,” she gasped, that same edge of fear in her tone as from the night before.

This was new for her.

Not sex.

But the intimacy of taking pleasure from her lover, of wanting intercourse to satisfy her own longing.

Fuck, it was gorgeous.

“Si, bella,” I encouraged her as she gave up trying to play, one hand slamming down over the keys discordantly. “Break apart. Come for me. And say the name of your capo when you do.”

That did it.

Her neck arched as she threw her head back, eyes squeezed shut, legs stiff and straight, core tense before the explosion.

And thenbam.

She broke.

Cries fell from her lax mouth as she trembled softly against me, hands sliding from the keys to grip the piano bench as she shuddered through her second orgasm.

She was such beautiful chaos, such a windstorm of contradictions that even she was helpless to understand their currents. Watching her break apart was as compelling as standing in the middle of a tempest as it surged through the streets of town, ripping apart buildings, tearing up trees. The sheer power of her splendor and intelligence was enough to raze even a man like me to the very ground.

Whatever softness I’d been able to retain shattered as I held her through her climax. A roar built in my gut, a possessive, almost jealous rage that I hadn’t been seated inside her to the hilt while she came.

So I did as I promised her.

I dragged her to her feet, lifted one of her legs to place it on the keys with a cacophonous clang to get access to those gorgeous, dripping folds.

“Hold yourself open for me,” I ordered as I unbuckled my belt, unzipped, and pulled my aching, leaking cock from my pants.

Her fingers shook as she reached back with one hand to hesitantly hold the cheek of her raised leg.

“That’s it,” I praised her warmly, running my hands all over every inch of her body I could reach, currying her like I would a nervous mare. She settled under my touch, arching into every passing stroke. “You are breathtaking like this. Not because you are naked, but because you are vulnerable and for a man like me? There is no bigger turn-on.”

A little whimper escaped her mouth as she pressed her torso to the lacquered piano top and canted her hips just a little higher.

I took the invitation for what it was and stepped closer, guiding my cock to her slick, pink folds. The first touch of my head to her heat made me hiss. The first gliding inch of my shaft inside her little pussy made my head feel like it was going to pop off.

“I’ve got to fuck you hard,” I gritted out, sweat beading on my brow from the effort of my restraint. “I’ve got to own this sweet cunt, Elena. Tell me you want it.”

“I do.” The words were almost sobbed as if she couldn’t bear the truth of them any more than she could bear to keep them unsaid. “Please, Dante.”

“You know I love to hear you say that,” I ground out as I pulled back completely, just the tip of my cock at her entrance. “Say it again, and I’ll show you what it’s like to fuck a capo.”

Her entire body shuddered violently as she clung to the piano, the knee propped on the keys jostling errant notes. “Please, please.Per piacere. Per favore. Ti prego,” she chanted please in every way she could think of, mindless with need.