She nodded coyly. He shot her a knowing look before he began to play. She leaned in and pressed her cheeks against his shoulder as he played. The music coursed through her.

  "I hear how you must have felt when you heard my voice," she said suddenly as she listened. And she had been correct. That was exactly what he had thought of when he had composed that part.

  "And now?"

  "The playfulness of our conversations," she said with certainty. The tempo changed into something softer. It stirred her heart and made it beat faster.

  "You love me."

  "Mmm." His fingers stopped hovering over the keys and she pulled back to look at him. "I love it," she said.

  "It was easy to show my love to you, but how do I show how much I desire you, love?" he asked desperately. His lips met hers in a soft kiss.

  "Take your shirt off." She pouted. He chuckled as he pulled up his shirt and threw it away.

  "It was my lack of foresight. I apologize." This time, the kiss was hungrier. His lips moved across her jaw and found her neck as she caressed his shoulder with her fingers. A soft m.o.a.n escaped her as she nipped at her neck lightly. He loved doing that, she had noticed.

  "I feel inspired already," he said against her skin. His hands moved up to rest on her ribs. She brushed her chest against his, letting her feel how hard her n.i.p.p.l.es had gotten.

  "Cold, baby?" he asked smugly.

  "I can feel how inspired you are," she threw back as she ground against his erection. Feeling particularly smug, she moved a little away from his hardness, only to hear him growl in frustration.

  "I need you, love." He groaned when she placed her hand on his hardness and palmed it confidently. There was nothing more inspiring than a woman who knew no shame around her man. He thrust in her hand.

  'He's so hard,' she thought in awe in her mind. She wanted nothing more than to have him inside her. She tightened her grip on his hand when she felt his hand travel lower, and his long fingers stroked her flesh.

  "Lean back, love."

  She did as she was told, releasing her grip on him and leaning against the piano as his fingers found her clit. He stroked softly, as expertly as he had played the piano. He applied the perfect pressure onto her bundle of nerves, rolling and squeezing it in motions she had not thought of before. She gasped as she pushed back into his hand. Even though the edge of the piano was cutting into her skin, all she cared about were the long fingers that played her so beautifully.

  "Get on the piano," he commanded as he flicked her clit with his thumb. She jumped in surprise, but let out a mew. She thought it would be a hazard if she climbed the piano, but there was nothing she could do when he asked her so bossily. When she didn't move, he gave an impatient sigh and curved his hands under her knees. Supporting her butt with his hand, he raised her up and seated her on the piano. He slid his hands out and splayed out her knees, pushing her legs wide open. He was the perfect height. His face was at her lower torso. "Now, lay back."

  He scooted the bench forward. She lay back on the cold surface as his fingers traced her calves. She tried to find something to hold onto, but the smooth surface offered nothing as respite. She felt his hot breath between her legs and shivered when his tongue pressed against her clit. She instinctively closed them, only to be stopped by his hot palms, holding them apart and pushing them open wide again.

  "I've dreamt of this day," he said between licks.

  Her bare feet crashed down on the keys, making a horrendous sound that made her cringe, but he seemed to have enjoyed getting the little reaction out of her. She could feel the vibration of the noise created by the keys. Coupled with Cage's tongue, it was pure magic. She writhed helplessly against the piano as Cage ate her out. She shouted out his name as she came.

  He kissed her clit as she was coming down. She looked at him in a daze as he got rid of his pants and boxers.

  "I'm afraid this beautiful thing will tumble down if I get up on it. So come down." He extended his arm for support, which she took after some time. He pulled her off the piano and sat back down on the bench, this time, facing away from the piano and making her sit in the position they had been in before. Her legs were on both sides and this time there was nothing between them. His c.o.c.k was almost where it should have been, pressing against her but not yet inside. His little thrusts hit her clit, making her m.o.a.n in pleasure.

  He leaned back against the piano to give their body the space needed to connect. His c.o.c.k was against her entrance in a moment and she rose up to line it up. She lowered herself on top of him, letting him enter fully. As the feeling of fullness took over, she threw her head to the side to relish it.

  "Beautiful," he muttered, cupping her b.r.e.a.s.ts with tender care. She moved on top of him, making sure the pace was slow and sensual. His thrusts were unhurried as if they had agreed on a long, slow ride. Having him fill her this way was beyond words. She lowered her head and looked at where they were connected and a warm feeling overcame her.

  'Finally.'

  "Mmm," she m.o.a.ned as she moved a little faster, taking his c.o.c.k deeper into her.

  "I shouldn't have left the bed," he said in a gruff voice that shook their bodies. The vibration felt so good that she shuddered with need. She would have chuckled, if not for the small gyrations of his h.i.p.s which drove her crazy.