IL TULIPANO NERO

           

 

 

 

*Fingertips softly tapping along the white keys of the Grand Piano, my body lowering down to the bench seat. My eyes closed, remembering the very last time he ever played for me. It was the most erotic moment, I had ever experience. The sounds of Beethoven filling his living quarters, he had placed me on top of his piano while he played away and occasionally his fingers would slowly slide along my stocking covered calf.

The sensual touch of his fingers sent chills throughout my body, still playing with his one hand. Always managing to run his fingertips along my trembling legs. His tongue slid along his lips, enjoying the view of my body laid upon his fine instrument. Not being able to hold back much longer, I slide my fingers along his strong jawline and bring his luscious lips up to mine.

 

Gently touching them, his fingers continue to play but manage to make my body melt from the very seductive touch of his tongue. Our soft moans continue to fill each others mouths, I jump at the touch of his fingertips, sensually inching along the pulsating vein that ran the length of my neck.

Maneuvering over my heaving breasts, making his way very slowly down to my well toned stomach, stopping just a inch above my panties. My body arches off of the piano, our mouths still in a heated embrace, I feel his fingers slip just inside of my heated core and my eyes opens up with hesitation to see that instead of his hand it was mine

Deeply sighing, my chest heavily moving up and down, I quickly remove my hand from between my soaked thighs and slowly start to come down from the heightened arousal I had obviously given myself at the very thought of him....D.B*