Sophia

 

 

I played a piece by Chopin. It sprang from my fingers once I pressed the first key. I watched Nicholas intently as I finished. His eyes were closed. His head was resting against the back of the chair with his hands folded loosely in his lap.

"That was beautiful," he says without opening his eyes. "Come and sit on my lap."

I don't hesitate. I move quickly across the cold hardwood floors until I settle in his lap, my back resting against the arm of the chair. I can feel his erection. He wants me still, even after I selfishly took from him in the bedroom.

"I chose myself instead of you," I whisper as I rest my lips against his forehead. "I should have told you to stop so you could fuck me."

His eyes open lazily. "I want you to take, Sophia. I want you to use my body. I loved what we did earlier."

"You did?" I tug on the bottom of the sweater, but it's useless. My panties are visible. They're sheer lace so he can see my pussy if he glances down.

He does right then. "I licked my fingers clean. You taste amazing."

I blush. I'm grateful that the room is dark enough that he can't tell. "Really?"

"I was tempted to go down on your right there, but you fell asleep." He rests his chin on my bended knee. "Maybe you should slide those off and sit on my face now."

I want that. I know that he'll be as good with his mouth as he is with his fingers. "Is that what playing the piano will cost me?"

"Not tonight." He shakes his head as his hand snakes up my calf. "You're going to strip and fuck me in this chair."

My pussy clenches at the command. There's no debate. I won't argue with him. I want it as much as he does.

"Do you have a condom?" I ask as I stand to take my panties off.

He leans forward to press his lips to my stomach. "I'll go get one. Don't move a muscle."

I step out of the way so he can rush past me to the bedroom. I consider following him, but he told me to stand still so that's exactly what I do. My eyes scan the area around me. I've been oblivious to everything in this room but the piano. My gaze finally settles on a trio of picture frames on a table near the chair we were just sitting in.

Nicholas is in all three of the photographs. One is of him, a woman and two other men. All of them resemble him, so it's easy to assume they're his siblings. The second is of him with an older woman, who shares the same blue eyes as him. That must be his mom.

It's the third picture that steals my attention. He's much younger in it. The angles of his jaw are softer, his hair a bushy mess. He's standing next to a girl who looks to be close to his age. She's wearing denim cut-offs and a billowy white blouse. There's no family resemblance between them. It's not surprising since their body language speaks of lovers and not of kin.

"You follow directions very well." His breath rushes over my cheek as his arms circle me.

I jump, startled that I was so lost in thought that I didn't hear him come back into the room. "You told me to stand still."

"That I did." He uses his index finger and thumb to open the only fastened button on the sweater.

I moan when I feel his hand on my breast. "You want to do this here? We could go to your bed."

"You're going to ride me, Sophia." He slides the sweater from my shoulders. "Take off your panties."

I do, my eyes still trained on the picture of Nicholas and a girl who was important enough to him to warrant a coveted spot next to his family. It shouldn't matter now. He's obviously moved past her since the picture was taken at least ten years ago. I still have a memento, or two from my first love tucked away in the corner of my desk drawer.

He spins me around so quickly that I have to brace my hands on his biceps for balance. My eyes fall to his nude body and already sheathed thick cock.

"Wow," I say loudly. "That's…it's wow."

"If wow means you like it, I'll take that." He nudges his nose against my neck." I'll sit down. I want you to stand here and touch yourself until you're ready."

I've never done that in front of a man before. When I'm at home, I always pull the sheet up around my breasts before I masturbate. "I think I'm ready. If I'm not, you can touch me."

He sits in the chair, his ass moving until he's positioned exactly where he wants to be. "Show me how you get yourself off."

I fidget on my feet, suddenly aware that my entire body is visible to him. "I can't."

"You can." He reaches for my hand. "Your pussy is so soft. Touch it for me."

I close my eyes and let him guide my fingers to my core. I'm already wet. I was the entire time I was playing the piano because I knew that there was a price to pay. I wanted it to be his cock in my mouth but the thought of riding him to orgasm is even better.

I relax as he pushes my fingers between my folds. His hand moves with mine until his drops away. I hesitate before I continue, circling my clit with the tip of my index finger.

"That's so fucking beautiful."

I open my eyes to see him in front of me, his cock in his hand. "I'm ready."

"Get yourself close." His eyes are hooded. "I want you on me when you're almost ready to come."

I move my fingers faster, hunting for my release. "It won't take long. You're incredible to look at."

"You like this?" He palms his sheathed cock. "You're going to ride it, Sophia. You're going to show me how badly you've wanted to fuck me."

So bad. I've wanted it so much.

I moan as I feel the fevered pitch of an orgasm nearing.

"Come." He holds out his hand to me, guiding me closer to the chair. "Slide onto me. Slowly."

It has to be slow. He's wide and I'm anxious when I feel the crown touch my opening. I brace myself with one hand behind him on the back of the chair, as I circle his cock with my other hand.

"Slide down, Sophia." His breath comes out in a ragged gasp. "Fuck, this is hot."

It is. I look down at where we're joined. He's barely inside me yet I feel completely full. I move again, taking more and it stretches. It's not to the point of pain, but it's edging there, a delicious mixture of pleasure mixed with fullness.

His hands jump to my hips to control my movement. "Christ, you're going to fucking kill me with this."

I moan when he slams my hips down, burying himself in me. The sensation is almost too much and I grip the chair with both hands, my fingernails digging into the leather.

"Fuck me," he growls against my neck. "Take it, Sophia. Use my cock."
I do. I move, slow at first and once I adjust, I arch my back and slide back and forth. He lets me set the pace until his body takes over and he rams up and into me in a series of steady, deep jabs.

"Like that." His words are deep and husky. "Just like that."

I ride him just like that until I come apart in his arms and then he takes what he wants, fucking me hard until I feel the warmth of his release when he calls out my name.