rushed along my spine before consuming me whole. There wasn’t a spot on my body not affected by him.
“Play for me,” he said, turning me to face Sunshine. I shut my eyes and staring plucking the strings again. The music came out slow and sweet like syrup. “That’s so perfect, Xari.” His lips brushed against my neck and the hairs on my arms stood again.
Dammit.
Usually, the only thing that made my hairs stand on end was playing the harp. Now, Evander did the same thing. It wasn’t just my body he was affecting but my heart too.
“Good girl,” he said, resting his hands on my shoulders. They slid down further, moving around to my breasts. He squeezed and pinched my nipples through the cotton of my shirt…well, his shirt. My notes slipped a bit when I shuddered against him. I completely froze when he traveled between my open legs.
“Keep playing, Xari.” He pulled my earlobe into his mouth. My breathing hitched but I started playing again.
Evander’s long thick fingers spread my pussy open. More dropped notes. The song was stained with white-hot passion. I thought it would disturb the perfection of the sound but it didn’t. The song turned into something different.
He smeared my wetness in circles around my aching clit. My chest stuttered with jagged breaths. Each one was raw slicing through the flimsy guard I was trying to keep in place.
“Your music is just as beautiful as you are. Just as fluid…” His middle finger dipped inside my entrance. “Just as wet.” His teeth sank into my neck sending splinters of delicious pain shooting through my body.
Any Time, Any Place had become a broken song of drunken notes and off-pitch melodies that were fueled by the passion dancing between Evander and me.
“You hear how beautiful those notes sound, baby?” He asked in my ear. I nodded absently, letting the sensation of his fingers stretching me and stroking me to an orgasm fall over me like a waterfall. “Imperfect. Wild. Haunting. Just like you, Xari.”
“Oh my god,” I moaned when I felt my climax reaching its peak. I didn’t know how long I’d be able to keep my perfect posture or keep the notes flowing from my fingers.
“Show me the vulnerable side.” His fingers were magic inside of me. I was the one who knew how to play the harp but Evander knew how to make me hit notes. The way he strummed me was perfect. “Show me how you bend and break.” His hard dick pressed against my back. I wanted it inside of me. I needed it the same way I needed to feel harp strings beneath my fingers.
I needed him.
I forced myself to play while I came all over his fingers. I didn’t care anymore if the music sounded perfect or not. It was about the unbridled passion. It was about the fire.
The only thing that existed in that moment was us. Everything else was pointless. We’d become the music that kept me alive. We’d become my favorite song.
Lava hot tears streaked my cheeks as an orgasm so good and so rich raced through me, obliterating my senses. Once the shaking stopped, I let my hands fall and my shoulders drop. My bones were soggy and useless after that.
“I…I have never…” I inhaled to steady my shaky nerves. “In my life had an orgasm like that before, Evander.” I turned around and gripped his impressive cock in my hand. “Is it masochistic that I love how huge your dick is? Like, I love that my hand won’t fit around it. I want you to impale me,” I said. Evander cracked a smile then a laugh followed.
“Here I thought you were going to talk about your amazing orgasmic experience and you can’t stop focusing on my dick.”
“That experience was as close to god as I’ll ever get while I’m alive,” I told him. Every trace of humor left my voice.
“Wow…” When he stared into my eyes, I knew he felt the sincerity in my words. Words were his thing.
“Now, can I be your nasty slut?” I stood up and his eyes raked over my body. I took his red t-shirt off, dropping it on the floor so he could see my body.
“Get your bad ass over here,” he grinned. A giggle tumbled from my mouth as I locked my arms around his neck. He lifted me in the air and carried me to the steps. Well, that’s as far as we got.