Page 148 of Dream On

I tear her underwear off, gliding the scrap of fabric down her legs until she kicks it free. She takes my face between her hands, presses our foreheads together. I glance down at her, glistening under the chandelier, the tip of my dick grazing her entrance.

Christ.

We’re going to have sex.

I’m going to lose my virginity, right here on this piano.

I plant one hand on top of the frame, then reach down to guide myself inside her. We both watch, panting heavily, as my thick head teases her, then disappears inside her by an inch.

Her head drops back, eyes squeezing shut. One hand curls around my bicep, the other landing on the keys, a dissonant jangling of chords. “Lex…” Her fingers loop around the keyboard, nails digging holes in my upper arm. “Please.”

“Fuck…” I grit out, sliding farther inside, my body trembling as my legs struggle to keep me upright. “Stevie.”

Sweat lines my brow.

My heart thunders inside my chest.

And when I slam all the way in, I collapse over her, a pornographic moan blending with piano keys. Her legs tighten around me, pulling me closer, deeper. I can’t move right away, afraid I’m going to come. This isn’t going to last long; I hope she knows that. I’ve never felt anything like this before—her inner muscles gripping me, drenching me, her hair and skin a cloud of sweet perfume, assaulting me until I’m blitzed out of my mind.

I pull out slowly.

Push back in.

She cries out, a raspy hitch of longing.

My hand flies up to tangle in her hair as I yank her mouth back to mine. Her moan echoes through me, spurring me on. I thrust into her again. She locksa hand around my neck, keeping us fused together, and my hips pump, jerky, without any rhythm.

My pace quickens as I drag my mouth down her neck, leaving wet trails with my tongue. “You’re fucking beautiful,” I rasp against her ear, pinning the lobe between my teeth. “So fucking beautiful.”

The keys ring out with every thrust, her ass lifting and crashing back down. I feel it already. The pinnacle, the heady peak. Climbing and clawing. I push deeper inside her, my jaw falling open as ecstasy grips me in an iron fist. I refuse to come before she does, but I don’t know what to do, how to get her there.

I kiss her again, slowly, intimately, cradling her cheek with my hand as the other grips the frame for leverage.

Her breasts bounce against my chest.

Ribbons of hair spill out behind her, blending with the wood.

“More,” she says into my mouth, pulling my lip between her teeth. “Touch me.”

Standing straighter, I reach between us, fingering between her legs.

She buckles, bows. “Yes…oh God, don’t stop.”

Our skin slaps together as I massage her, my vision blurring with unhinged lust. I watch as I pull out, then slide back in, off-key music coupled with sounds of slippery wetness and husky pants.

She grabs my shoulders.

Her face changes, head drooping back against the frame.

Then she makes a sound, an erotic moan that sends shock waves through my system. Stevie tenses on the piano, eyes closed tight, mouth open, neck craning as pleasure rips through her. I feel it too. The way she grips me when she comes, an unmatched, intoxicating feeling.

My name falls out as she breaks apart. “Lex.”

I collapse over her, my pulse tripping, my body close to detonating. Grunting, I slam into her two more times before I freeze, everything locking up. The cords in my neck dilate, my abdomen tensing. Our mouths crash together as I grip her by the hips and a knee-buckling orgasm spirals through me. I spill inside her, lightning slicing down my spine as I jerk with my release.

The moment spans out in infinite measure.

Time holds its breath.