Brian led Myrna to the bedroom and closed the door. She looked up at him expectantly in the limited light spilling between the heavy drapes. He smiled, cupping her cheek and running his thumb over her cheekbone. This woman. This beautiful, intelligent, witty, fun, sexy woman. How could he not fall for her? He knew she'd crush his heart like a bug and didn't care. He wondered if she had marathon sex with every lover she'd taken. She was certainly eager and skilled. He didn't dare ask her. He didn't want to know that he wasn't special. Wanted to believe that he was the first, the only man with whom she'd experienced this level of passion. He could pretend. And he could indulge. If new experiences were what she wanted, he'd do his damnedest to give them to her.
She laid a gentle hand on his bare belly and he tensed. He was still rock hard, but he wanted to go slow with her this time, not lose himself in mindless fucking. Not that mindless fucking was bad. It was spectacular, and she was so open to it. It blew his mind. She deserved to be treasured though and he would take the time to make her feel beautiful, as he'd promised.
He should have never let Eric watch. He knew that's why she was feeling dirty. When that solo had come to him, he hadn't been thinking about how his total disregard for her feelings would affect her.
He bent his head to kiss her eyelids. Her cheeks. The tip of her nose. Even though she offered her beguiling mouth, he refused her lips. Not yet. But her jaw, yes, he kissed her there, and her neck just beneath her ear. Her pulse drummed just beneath his lips.
She sighed and buried her fingers in his hair, tilting her head to the side to allow him easy access. Her skin was damp and cool. He used his mouth to warm a trail down the side of her neck.
She shuddered.
"Are you cold?" he whispered, drawing her toward the bed and warm covers.
"I'm on fire."
He grinned. She was always on fire. And he willingly dove in, knowing he'd get burned. Perhaps that was part of the attraction.
He lifted her and laid her down on the bed, leaving her most beguiling parts covered with the towel. He'd get to those parts eventually, but he wanted to start where she wouldn't expect it. He knelt on the end of the bed, lifted her leg, and took her dainty foot in his hands, massaging the instep with his thumbs. He rested her heel against his shoulder and kissed her ankle, her calf, and the back of her knee. She sighed. His tongue darted over the sensitive skin there, tracing chaotic patterns behind her knee.
He could almost see the sweet well between her thighs. The shadow of the towel was the only thing keeping her secrets from view. His cock throbbed with need. His balls ached. He'd already exploded several times today. How could his body crave more already? He wasn't usually this randy. Why her?
Why not?
He brushed the towel aside. He just wanted a peek. A mistake. He didn't want to start rutting on her like a horny teen, but the lovely vision of her slightly parted pink lips, opening to parts that begged to be filled, had him reaching for the fly of his jeans. He released the buttons and freed The Beast from his pants, grabbing it firmly with one hand to try to keep it under control.
She chuckled and he glanced up at her, his tongue still darting over the skin behind her knee. She was watching him. He lifted his head. "What's funny?"
"Nothing. I know what you're thinking, is all."
"What am I thinking?"
"That there's a silky hole in your line of sight that needs filling, but you promised to make me feel beautiful, so you're going to hold off as long as possible."
He smiled and released his cock to slide a finger inside her. Her slick flesh swallowed his finger in liquid heat. "This silky hole?"
He loved the look of his finger buried inside her and was unwilling to remove it.
"That's the hole I was thinking of. Is that the one you were thinking of?"
He moved his other hand from her foot,and probed her ass with another finger. "There's this one, too."
She squirmed. "Do you prefer that one?"
"I greatly prefer the former, actually."
"So do I. And now I know for sure, thanks to you."
He removed the tip of his finger from her ass and slid a second finger into her pussy. Yeah, that looked even better. His thumb rubbed over the hood of her clit. Her body jerked.
"I'm sorry to be so predictable," he murmured. "I really did bring you in here to smother you with affection."
"I'd rather you submit to what you really want to do."
Withdrawing his fingers slightly, he pressed them inside her again, absorbed by the appeal of watching. Deciding he'd much rather watch his cock ramming into her, he glanced around the well-decorated room. The long dresser was about hip high. He slid from the end of the bed, stood up, and applied the last condom from his pocket. Waiting was no longer an option. He leaned over the bed, gripped her soft ass and dragged her toward him.
She gasped in surprise when he picked her up and turned to sit her on top of the dresser.
"Here?" she asked.
"I want to watch," he murmured. "Have you ever done it like this?"
She shook her head, kissed his forehead and perched on the edge of the dresser, spreading her legs wide to give him an unfettered view. He had to possess her. Right then. No more waiting.
He grabbed his cock and inserted it into her beckoning warmth. He sighed as he slid deep, his eyes focused on the action between their bodies. The vision of his cock buried inside her, matched with the feel of her warmth gripping him, caused his stomach to clench with need. Her forehead rested on his shoulder so she could watch, too.
He let the urgency carry his rhythm, sliding in and out of her faster and faster. Watching the ebb and flow of her flesh as it accepted his so perfectly. He rocked on the balls of his feet so he could take her hard. Ground his cock deep so she'd make that pleading, mewing sound in the back of her throat. He didn't know if she even realized she made it, but it drove him crazy.
And then, he heard it again.
The music.
He tried to ignore it, only wanting to concentrate on the sight of his cock disappearing into Myrna's tight body. Feel her warmth around him and the slightly painful dig of her fingertips into his upper arms. Smell her skin, her sweat, her sex. Hear nothing but those maddening little sounds she made. Taste her lips. He placed a finger under her chin and claimed her mouth, plunging his tongue into her mouth. So sweet.
The series of chords repeated in his head.
He tore his mouth from hers and looked down into her eyes. "Say my name," he whispered.
"Brian."
He could still hear the music. "Louder."
"Brian."
Not loud enough. He'd make her scream it. Her cries would drown out the music.
He picked her up off the dresser, still impaled by his cock, and carried her to the bed. He tumbled onto the bed with her, driving himself deep. Her back arched and she made that sound that grabbed him by the balls. He pounded into her, ground against her clit, and then withdrew completely. She cried out in protest.
"What do you want, baby?" he whispered into her ear. "Tell me."
"Your cock. Take me hard, Brian. Please."
"I'm sorry. I can't hear you. What do you want me to do?"
"Hard! Fuck me hard, Brian!"
Yeah, that's it. He could barely hear the riff now. He slid into her body slowly. "Like this?"
"Harder!"
He slid out slowly. "You want me to pull out?"
She slapped him hard across the face. He flinched, his cheek stinging. He was too stunned to respond at first. She grabbed a handful of his hair.
"I said to fuck me! Did you hear that?"
Oh, he'd heard her. He'd fuck her until she begged him to stop.
He took her hard, fast and deep. She was screaming his name now, "Yes, Brian. Yes!" but it was no use. The music consumed him. Her body convulsed beneath him, the muscles inside her tightening around his cock in hard spasms. He leaned away from her enough to find her clit with his fingertips. He stroked her persistently as she came, her pussy sucking at his cock in a maddening fashion. The chords playing through his mind sucked at him almost as maddeningly.
"Brian, you've got to stop," she panted. "Please, I can't take any more."
He moved his hand away and she relaxed slightly. He grinned wickedly and stroked her clit again. Harder and faster this time, as he continued to drive his cock into her. Her entire body shook uncontrollably.
"Oh God. Oh God!"
"Yes?" He bit her earlobe. "I'm going to keep you here, coming repeatedly, until I let go. Is that okay with you?"
He stopped moving his fingers so she could think well enough to respond.
"Please, stop," she gasped. "Oh. Oh. Don't stop. Never stop. Never." She shuddered violently again. "Oh God, you have to stop."
He paused, letting her catch her breath.
"There's got to be a compromise in there somewhere." His fingers stroked her mercilessly again.
The solo struck him as her pussy clenched around him in another orgasm and she writhed beneath him in ecstasy. Damn. He couldn't pretend to ignore the music anymore.
"You're not going to believe this," he murmured.
She blinked at him as if he'd asked her to define the meaning of life, and then she seemed to drift back to her senses. "You're hearing music again?"
"Yeah. And… it's a ballad."
"You need to slow down?"
"Unfortunately."
"I think I can tolerate it, if you can." She chuckled tiredly, her body limp beneath him.
He sighed and pulled out before collecting a pad of hotel stationary and a pen from a round table near the window. He climbed back on top of her. He set the paper on her shoulder, uncapped the pen with his teeth and jotted the first few notes down. He couldn't hear the music when he wasn't inside his lovely Myrna, so he slid into her body and concentrated on the sounds in his head while he filled her body with slow, steady strokes.
He was scarcely aware of her soft sighs, as the notes seemed to appear by magic, just like before. It turned out he was writing a series of connected solos. By the time he finished scribbling them down, he'd exhausted himself entirely. The pen tumbled from his fingertips and he looked down at Myrna.
She smiled up at him. "All finished?"
How many women would let him drift off like that in the middle of sex without busting his balls over it? How many women evoked that response in him in the first place? Only one.
He smiled sleepily. "I think I'm too tired to finish."
"You've been at it for over an hour," she whispered. "Do you want me to take over and help you out?"
Over an hour? That would explain why he was drenched in sweat and weak with exhaustion. "I'd appreciate it."
He rolled onto his back. Cold air bathed his crotch. He shivered. She straddled his hips and eased him inside her heavenly warmth. Myrna must have realized he needed to find release quickly. He'd built himself up beyond his usual peak without realizing it. He ached. She rode him fast, increasing his urgency.
Ah, she felt good. Tight. Warm. Soft. Smooth. Slick. Tight. Ah, God. So warm.
He had to come. Had to let it go. Couldn't stop it. Had to. Had…
He erupted with a hoarse cry, spurting into her with glorious release, wishing he wasn't wearing a condom. Wanting his seed inside her. Confused about those feelings. She collapsed on top of him and he wrapped his arms around her to hold her close. He drifted to sleep with her soft cheek pressed to his chest, his achingly full heart throbbing within. At last. He'd found her. His one.