Sweet melodies

Marika’s hands float over the keys, long fingers coaxing out slow, smoky notes. I lean in behind the bench, letting the melody sink through me until I have to touch. My palms slide down her arms and I press my body to hers, the cool wood of the bench against my thighs. She keeps playing until my lips find the warm skin of her neck and a small sound slips from her throat. I reach around and cup her breasts, full and heavy in my hands, thumbs circling the stiff peaks through thin fabric. The piano gives one last, trembling chord as she turns her face to mine. Our mouths meet, slow and wet. Her tongue tastes like peppermint. She rises, and we stand chest to chest. I lift her thin top, her big tits springing free, nipples pink and tight. My mouth closes over one, sucking hard until she moans again. She pulls at my clothes, and in moments we’re both bare. Her blonde hair brushes my belly as she drops to her knees, mouth open, breath hot. She kisses the inside of my thigh, then higher, licking a slow stripe up my cunt. I grab the piano lid for balance. Her tongue works deeper, flicking my clit, and my hips roll into her face. I spread wider. She moans into me and the sound vibrates right through my core. I tug her up, spin her, bend her over the bench. My fingers find her slick folds from behind. Two fingers slide in deep while my thumb circles her clit. She gasps, pushing back. I fuck her slow, then faster, curling inside until her thighs shake. My free hand grips her ass, spreading her cheeks so I can watch every inch disappear. Her moans grow louder, raw. I lean down, bite her shoulder, and she comes hard, pussy pulsing around my fingers. When she stops trembling I pull her upright and kiss her again, tasting myself on her tongue. She smiles against my mouth, that same sweet smile from the piano bench, now flushed and hungry. We sink to the floor together, bodies tangled, the piano silent behind us.