“Do you know how much I love you? That I’d do anything for you?” His lips move across my neck, leaving goose bumps in their trail.
“Yes,” I say in a throaty whisper.
“Will you do something for me?”
“Anything.”
“Play for me.”
“What?” I’m confused.
“Open your eyes.”
I open them slowly and see my violin on the bed beside us. He lays his chin on my shoulder and skims his fingertips down my arms until they link with my own.
“Play for me.”
“What do you want me to play?”
“Anything you want.”
I think of the simplest songs I learned years ago and pick up the violin, positioning it on my shoulder. He gives me some space and grips my legs when the melody starts to float through the room.
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It doesn’t take long before I understand his intentions as his hands slip up my thighs, taking the silk material with them. Somehow, he manages to slide it from underneath me and pool it around my waist. One of his hands goes up while the other goes down.
He cups my breast and runs his thumb across my nipple. My hands start to tremble, and the music skips off key.
“Relax.”
“It’s hard to concentrate.”
“Try.”
I close my eyes and force myself to think about the music. He moves a finger to my clit and grazes over it lightly before sliding down and slipping directly inside me. I moan and throw my head back, flexing my hips into his hands. He starts to kiss along the back of my neck, whispering words I can’t hear. The movement of his soft lips against my skin starts to unravel any self-control I’m holding on to.
I go through the movements, but the music turns shaky as I lose focus. My hips buck and my back arches, the explosion boiling to the surface.
The song is finally over, but when I shift the violin, he stops all movement.
“Play one more.” His breath tickles my ear.
“I don’t think I can.”
“Turn around.”
He helps me twist my body to face his and places me on his lap. Somewhere in the shift, he removed his pants, and his thick erection lies against his stomach, taunting me. I lightly scrape my nails from root to tip then start to stroke it firmly until Finn hisses and covers my hand with his own.
“I need you.” He angles my hips, teasing me with the tip.
“Oh, God.”
“You want this? Me inside as far as I can go, feeling every inch of you against me as my head, heart, and cock all beg for you?”
“Yes,” I practically plead.
“Play me some more.”