WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENT

ANDANTE --

Only a coral bath towel covered his lower body. At the creaking of the wooden floorboards, his hands and shoulders stilled. "You are ready for the next lesson?"

"I'm ready to fuck the man I love."

He turned on the gold velveteen bench seat. "I love you, too, Mara. That is why I get so frustrated at your lack of enthusiasm for your lessons."

"I've never been less than hardworking and attentive." She hastened to his side and tugged at the ends of his damp black hair. "Is my pursuit a hopeless one?"

"You have what it takes to be chosen for the New York Philharmonic. Become their best cellist."

"I-"

"Your studies at Julliard." Cobalt fire flashed in his eyes. "A performance degree from the Hochshule fur Musik in Vienna. Second place in the Tchaikovsky International Cello Competition. Member of esteemed orchestras. At thirty-two, you have accomplished more than most."

"But those achievements aren't enough."

"Then, dammit, you and I will make your dream become reality." He laced the fingers of his left hand through those of her right, and his body left the bench. Across the room he headed, taking his pupil with the wet pussy along.

"You're going to fuck me on the floor? The Persian rug feels good against my knees when you drive into me from behind."

Upon reaching his cello, they stopped. "Discipline, Mara. That is what will take you to the top. You have the talent, now you need more discipline. We will play a duet."

"And then?"

As her naked ass met with the chair cushion's edge, he knelt in front of her, clamped his hands over her knees, and parted her legs wide. His tongue emerged, and the tip teased her clit.

She gripped the seat and lopped her legs over his back. He grabbed her buttocks and ground his face and mouth against her sex. The hot tongue poked into the opening of her pussy for a second before slipping back out. When they parted, his mouth wore a gloss of cum.

She eased to the back of the chair and landed her feet wide apart on the floor. "For now, put the cello between my legs. Later, I want your cock there." © Shawna Moore

IMMORTALLY YOURS --

I lifted the goblet in salute of his longevity and traced my tongue along the rim. "Tell me no more tales. Instead, let us play together before my life ends as I now know it."

"You are truly a woman after my own heart, but in a purely different way than most. The way you tossed the dagger aside and traced a heart around mine with your finger. So endearing. For two months, I inhaled your scent. Stroked my fingers through your hair as you slept. Brushed my lips over yours as they murmured during dreams. Licked along your bareness where the sheet failed to cover your body." He snatched the goblet, set it on the coffee table's glass surface, and assayed me through narrowed eyelids. "Enough of that. You must not taint your blood."

"It's hard believing you've turned five hundred today."

He blew me a kiss on the air. "And you are my present. A present that will never perish."

I squeezed my thighs together as the trickle began anew. "Your body is as handsome as that of any athlete in his prime."

He stroked his hardening cock and lay down. "I am very selective in feeding. No blood from whores or diseased animals fills my body."

I crawled to him, stood and poised my foot over his mouth. Cum dripped from my sex and struck his lips. As a mortal weighs a drop of wine on the palate, the tip of his tongue tested and tasted my wet offering. He spread the musk across his mouth. When both lips were glossed, he closed them.

A slight wiggle of my foot brought the scent of new leather and my own musk. "Tonight I wore your favorite shoes. The red patent leather ones."

His thick tongue licked the length of my stiletto heel. "Fuck me with that heel. Go into my ass with it so deep that the smooth sole strokes my back."

"And then what will you do?" Myriad possibilities came to mind.

"I will give you more pleasure than your brain or body has ever known." He heaved a long hot breath that slapped my crotch. © Shawna Moore

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