Justin places his cloth napkin beside his plate and leans back in his chair, smiling at me. The light from the candles on the table catch and dance in his soft brown eyes warmly.
It is my birthday, and he has rented out the private room of my favorite restaurant for the occasion. At least a hundred candles burn around the room, bathing us in their glow. A large, black grand piano that I have never seen before waits in the far corner.
“I have something for you.” He whispers. My hand moves to the diamond necklace that rests around my neck, the present he gave me before we left for dinner.
He knows I am about to tell him that the necklace was enough, but he stops me with a shake of his head before I have a chance to say the words.
He stands and holds his hand out to me. I take it and he strokes his thumb against the back of my hand, pulling me into a gentle kiss.
“Come on.” He leads me over to the piano, and sweeps me into his arms, lifting me up onto the cool polished wood before sliding into the bench and lifting the lid to reveal the ivory keys.
I love to watch him play, and he knows this. His fingers dance along the keys so beautifully, so elegantly, it’s breathtaking.
He looks up at me and gives me a shy smile, “Happy Birthday Rhiannon.”
My heart aches with love for him, as it does every time he says my name…it sounds like music slipping past his lips.
He plays a few slow notes of ‘Happy Birthday’ and then adjusts himself slightly, preparing in the most adorable way.
His eyes drift closed as he begins to play. The soft melody of ‘Claire de Lune’ begins to fill the room. It is my most beloved piece of music, but I don’t recall ever telling him that.
I watch him as the music washes over me…he bites his bottom lip in delicious concentration and his eyebrows furrow slightly with the effort of making sure the song is perfect for me.
If I were to ask him, he would say that the necklace had been my real gift, that this was just a little something extra. But he would be wrong. This….this is my gift.
I relax into a calm, dreamlike state as he plays for me, and I wish I could stay here, right here in this moment forever.
He opens his eyes and our gazes lock as the notes his skilled hands are coaxing from the instrument begin to slow and fade. He holds the last exquisite note and then slides his hand slowly against my thigh, pulling me closer to him as he stands, sliding the bench back.
I am already breathless from the music, and when he draws me to his mouth to place gentle kisses upon the sensitive skin of my neck, what little air was left in my lungs rushes out in a quiet moan.
He lifts me up and seats me on the keys, scattered notes drift through the air as he settles me.
His hands run up and down my back, gliding effortlessly against the silk of my dress. His mouth still trails along my neck as I wrap my legs around his waist, my dress raises to reveal my thighs completely. His hands immediately drop to them, and chills race up my spine as he touches my bare skin.
I raise my arms, desperate to feel his fingertips everywhere, and he lifts my dress up over my head. He lets it drop and it slides off of the piano fluidly, a river of silk.
The tops of my breasts spill from my bra, and he moves to cover them with kisses as well. Soft sighs of need escape him as his lips brush my flesh.
With his hand flat against the small of my back he pulls me closer. My head falls back, exposing my throat, as our bodies melt into one and other.
He tangles his hand in my hair carefully and kisses me with such desire that I moan involuntarily into his mouth.
He pulls away and slides to his knees, dragging his lips against my clit through the lace that covers it. I sigh with delight and run my hands through his soft, golden hair.
I raise my hips for him and he slides my panties away and then returns to me, placing a delicate kiss against the place that aches for his touch.
I pull him closer and feel his warm, wet tongue slide along my flesh. I try to quiet myself as his tongue begins to flick across my clit, but he stops and looks up at me, his mouth pressed against me but unmoving. He hates when I try to be quiet, and most often will pout until I give in and let him carry me away. I give him a little smile and he drags his heavenly tongue against me again…satisfied.
For the second time tonight, my head falls back with pleasure as he draws my clit into his mouth, spoiling it with slow, tender sucks. The tip of his tongue swirls around it in circles inside his mouth.
“Justin…” I cry, already past the point of caring if anyone will hear. “Just like that…yes!”
He slips two fingers inside of me, drawing them in and out softly. My erotic moans and the strange, random notes from the keys I am pressing against as I writhe under his mouth fill the room.
His name and a tumble of sighs and screams spill from me as an orgasm explodes inside of me. It’s intense waves of pleasure racking my body until I am shaking and panting recklessly.
He slows and pulls his fingers out of me…curling his tongue softly, tasting the cum that he has caused to flow from me until I pull him up to me.
At some point he has already pulled his swollen cock from his pants, and he slips it inside of me the moment our bodies meet.
A groan of relief rushes from him as he enters me, making my stomach knot with lust.
“Oh god Rhiannon…” he sighs as his tongue sweeps into my mouth.
He moves inside of me at an agonizingly slow pace, waiting until I am sufficiently frantic before gaining strength and speed.
I tug on his shirt…the soft linen twisted in my hand as I cling to him. His left arm wraps around me, holding me in place. His right hand has sought out my nipple…teasing it with his thumb.
I begin to purr his name over and over, and he knows what this means…
“Come on Rhi…” he whispers, licking my lips like candy. “Cum for me birthday girl.”
And I do. His shirt is still fisted in my hand, and I pull him closer, burying my face in his chest to muffle my screams as I climax, cum pours from me coating his cock generously.
When my screams quiet, he pulls me away from his chest and into a hungry, desperate kiss. I swallow his own cries of pleasure as he swells and bursts inside of me. We stay that way, catching our breath, until he slowly grows soft and slips out of me…I reach down and slip it back inside his pants and slide myself back on top of the piano. Stretching across it in nothing but my bra and tangled hair.
“Play it for me again Justin…” I breathe. And he does.