Yes, he would admit it, he was hooked into Anna Taylorson, the woman with her enigmatic smile, and fulsome figure, that he now saw shaped by a stylish cardigan, its magenta colour stark against her pale skin. It made her auburn hair, with its unmistakable reddish-orange tints look so captivating. She loved her jewellery; he never saw her without a thin necklace, or two, that were usually adorned by coloured beads, silver baubles, or a variety of geometric shapes. Today, two strands hung enticingly against, and into, her deep cleavage, the cardigan shaping her breasts perfectly. Anna possessed an understated stylishness that never seemed to fade; attention to her appearance was something he could never fault her on, just as she would bring the demands she put on herself to the teaching of music and the piano in particular. With her undoubted attractiveness there also came an agile mind, ready wit, and a passionate heart that she seemed to reserve only for him, now.
“You know I’ll be there to see and hear you play,” she smiled, her slender-fingered hands smoothing her black skirt over shapely hips. “Of all those that I have taught, you have been the best, late developer that you were. Your gift made up for so much that others simply couldn’t reach in such a short time.”
“It’s all because of you,” he smiled on taking in her look upon him.
“You always had it in you, I saw that from the first moments we met, and you began to play. I encouraged, corrected…I didn’t give you your instincts to play how you felt. That came from your heart and here…in your hands.”
Liam felt the brush of her fingertips on his hand as he opened the door that led out onto the narrow verandah of her home. Its relative seclusion, on a tree-lined avenue on the outskirts of Boston, allowed her to teach those of varying abilities and devotion to their music and to not have her feeling that she was a noisy nuisance. Pupils came to her, or she would drive her small sedan to those who paid her to call on their children and teach them what she could.
“Until tomorrow then…?”
“Yes, until then,” she replied but pushed on the door and it clicked shut. “Play with your heart and feelings. Don’t think about me…you know that I’m with you.”
The young man, a graphics artist working for an advertising agency, had been blessed with many skills and she often wondered which would take him the furthest in life. Commercial work was secure; the other was fraught with risk and uncertainty. She saw none of that in his face, saw the thoughtful look in his eyes when they discussed a piece of music. She might sit at his side on the piano stool and play by example, but not as technically perfect as she had taught him to become. Work meant a paycheck for the young man with his unruly mop of hair; a young man dressed in his creative ways that allowed him to give free rein to his imagination. All that was then to be set against the rigors and strict lines and tempo of the piece of music to be played. He was a virtuoso and she had him as a lover.
To their passionate relationship there seemed to be no end, just as the beginnings of their affair had known of raging unpredictability…
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“You played beautifully, again” she smiled, stepping away from the piano and allowing him to stand up.
It was difficult not to be moved by how he played, doing so as if for her and in homage. He always took a few moments to compose himself and come down from the ‘high’ that always possessed him when he became immersed in the music. This time it had been the slow, dreamy, wonder of a Debussy work, ‘Claire de Lune’, that evoked the mystery and majesty of space.
“I wanted to play it, and to end my lesson, just for you.” Her presence, her perfume, and the wistful look on her face had not been ignored but had again influenced his playing. He had become so deeply involved with her and yet she did not truly know how unfathomable that had become. At work he was like an automaton; with her, he lived and breathed what he sought to do. “Be close to me, please?”
Liam embraced her, Anna’s gasp of surprise and push of her hands, to restrain him, feeble and failing to prevent the kiss to the edge of her mouth that he sought. The look of his eyes, when they were upon her during the lesson, had revealed that emotions, other than those aroused by the piece of music, were at work in him. She had been disconcerted to feel that it was so in her too, but she had doubted whether to allow them to take a deeper hold of her.
“We can’t do this…you mustn’t do this!”
She became lost in the maelstrom of emotions that his advance on her had aroused. The gifted pianist, who put so much emotion into his playing that she would often feel a tightening in her throat, had let her know that different passions burned within him.
“I carry a picture of you on my iPhone. I feel your touch on my shoulder sometimes when I’m playing and you have to turn the page. I meet the look of your eyes and I wonder what is going on behind them.”
The words came out in a rush of warm breaths on her lips and face and she sought to get out of his embrace upon her. “What picture? I’ve never known of it, so when did you take it?”
He let her go and soon scrolled through the images on the screen, Anna leaning in to look down, acutely aware of what she was doing, and that went against what she had just said, giving voice to her dismay at what he had done.
“Hold it still!” she demanded in a harsher voice than she intended but her mind raced to confront what was happening between them. She now gripped his arm and met his look. “I didn’t know it had gone so far in you, Liam…other fires, other passions burn inside you, don’t they?”
“Yes, and just as they do in you. I’ve just let them go and I’ve let you know how it is for me when I’m with you.” He smiled and brushed his fingers over her cheek as Anna looked up at him. “Don’t look so surprised. I see another woman too, just as you’ve seen and heard from a different me.”
“That’s true,” she whispered, her reply immediate, and not moving away as he put an arm about her waist and Liam drew her to him. “I’ve been lost in my feelings for you too…”
What reason could she now have to deny it, when Liam had been the first to give voice to being attracted to her? There were moments, during practice sessions, when she would meet his gaze and know that Liam was not simply lost in the music but also in her. He was then thought of as a lover playing to her in an act of musical homage. Then it had been the pianist and his mentor. Now, as she surrendered to his kisses that grew hungrier and deeper, and as she clutched his shirt in her ardour, she wished him to be her lover. She felt it in him too, his state of arousal as the dam of restraint had finally burst and words and lingering looks upon each other could now be made flesh; were to be given raw and physical expression.
Liam looked at her certainly. “You broke through to me on that day I saw you in a soft, pale yellow, sweater and cream slacks, the necklaces you had on so thin and colourful, and all of them matching that silk scarf you so often wear. I found you ragingly attractive, just as I do now.”
‘It’s a favourite of mine,” she answered, dismayed to hear him speak out in such a complimentary fashion. Anna faltered then spoke out. “You mean it all, everything you say, don’t you?”
“Yes, because I’ve got no reasons to lie to you, or to make up a story so that you may get to believe me.” He spoke out as the images faded from view and he looked down into her upturned face. Liam felt his heart beat a little faster and the knot of longing in his belly tighten on feeling her renewed touch on his slender-fingered hand.
“I do believe you after what you have just done, in kissing me.” Anna saw the hunger in his eyes and she stepped towards him, stood on tip toes to press her parted lips to his mouth.
At first, it was a somewhat tame kiss but that changed when Liam dropped his hands to her hips and drew Anna against him. There was no mistaking his state of arousal and she groaned as their kiss deepened, their tongues touching then swirling, who they were and any differences soon forgotten. Anna cradled his head as she forced her tongue into his mouth, explored the depths of his passion for her, and squirmed as his hands drifted up between them and he caressed her breasts, pushed to flatten them against his palms.
“You can do that now…so go on…don’t stop!” she gasped through their kisses, lifting her head out of wanton pleasure and feeling his hands tug lose the fastening at her hip, the camisole blouse soon opened to reveal the fulsome swell of her breasts. She eased away her necklaces and guided Liam’s kisses; the claims of his grasping hands and warn lips to her skin.
“I want to love with you… so where do we go?”
“Soon my darling…soon!” She wanted to languish in these claims upon her and to feel his warm skin against hers; to have all the emotion, that she so often heard and saw in his piano playing, now devoted entirely to her. She tugged on his shirt and drew it away, even as he shoved her camisole blouse to the floor of the music room. “Go on, they’re for you to enjoy.”
She groaned out of pleasure and the release of her frustration to have waited so long. She had often thought of the young man as her possible, hoped-for, lover. He had made the first move and she would languish a while longer in that moment of discovery. She held his head and guided it to her nipples she felt straining against the fabric of her bra. He took each in his mouth, the rub of the material adding to her excitement of having them claimed, along with the urgent tug of his lips upon them.
“I’ve wanted you…wanted to do that for so long, Anna.” He cupped her face in his hands and met her startled look, then a nod of agreement. “Take me to bed, let me see all of you and feel your naked body against mine. I’ll burst if the waiting goes on much longer.”
“Darling…darling, that it’s taken you so long to tell me that.” In their state of partial undress, she led him down the hallway and to her bedroom, with its painted furniture, bright modernist paintings, and a large double bed. “I’ve slept alone in here for so long, you have no idea.”
“And I have not been with a girl or woman for some time. None of that matters, but us being together does.”
“Yes, nothing else matters…” She smiled tenderly, her fingers offering a feather-light caress to his naked body before she stepped away.
Anna kicked off her flats and reached behind her back to unfasten her skirt, leaned against him as Liam unhooked her bra, his touches to her skin arousing little shivers of longing as Liam squatted before her after trailing kisses over the soft firmness of her tummy as her panties were drawn down over trembling thighs.
“Tell me if I’m not doing it right?” he asked and she bent to kiss his upturned face. She then coaxed him to stand up so that she could undress him.
While they kissed, Anna’s hand made its way to Liam’s tented briefs, grabbing his cock through the fabric and tugging on it feverishly, moving it in a jerking circular motion as the head poked over the rim.
“Take it and touch me!” he gasped and she did so, trailing warm kisses over his skin.
Still gripping it, she pressed her naked body to his and spoke against his lips. “I was right, no one as gifted in his playing…so passionate…would not be blessed with what you will bring to me.”
Deepening kisses of avowal were followed by Liam again pursuing her. Starting at her throat and neck he trailed wet sucking kisses over her velvety soft skin. Anna gasped loudly as his fingers grazed her sensitive nipples. His lips found hers and tongues soon resumed the dance they’d shared moments before. Her skin tingled all over anticipating where he would touch next. The world drifted away as they got lost in their embrace. She ran her fingers through his hair while he continued to kiss and caress every part of her as Liam coaxed her to lie back on the bed, on the rough coverlet.
“In or on the bed?” he kissed.
“Just take me!” she cried out in reply as his fingers began to explore her wet folds, parted her pussy’s lips, and brushed over them. She pulled on his wrist until she yelped, his fingers accidentally finding her clit. Once touched, he did not stop and she lifted her hips to meet his claims upon her. “Go on, we will learn of this together!”
She had never been the promiscuous sort, had taken only two lovers over the years, and with Liam she had thought of them as friends, their age differences being no barrier to having fun. Duets would be played, the two of them seated on the wide piano stool and their arms and legs brushing against each other. But now they were naked and wrapped up in the heat and frenzy of learning to make love to each other in only too worldly ways.
Reluctantly, Liam ended the exchange of deep kisses and groping caresses and moved to kneel between her legs, so long and slender. He looked down at how his shaft brushed over her pussy’s lips, along the thin trail of hair that marked out her sex, before he bent to kiss her tummy, to sweep his hands up over her breasts and then throat. He caressed her shoulders and collarbones, slowly caressing once more her breasts before descending to her slit, his fingers joined by his tongue. It lapped over her slit like a cat lapping at a dish of milk.
“Liam, you darling…that you should want me so!”
“Every little goose bump and these,” she heard him say with a soft teasing laugh as she felt the walls of her pussy pulsate from the invasion of his fingers, the tip of his tongue, and the warmth of his breaths. She shivered out of pleasure and lust, wanting nothing more but to have him take her, to have her body possessed and made love to in whichever way they decide upon. It had been too long, since the last time she had given herself to a man, to quibble about how it would be between them.
“Come in me before…before I….!” she demanded, bucking her hips as his fingers and thumb stroked and poked sensitive spots, and her clit was gently brushed over. She cried out as a wave of pleasure crashed over her and Liam had not even pushed that erect shaft of gorged flesh into her body and where she longed for him to be.
“My wonderful muse and teacher,” he kissed, “have you just cum?”
“Yes! You know I have, now don’t stop!” She clawed at him, gripped his shoulders, and slid her hands down over his body to try and persuade him to enter. She kept shivering from her mini orgasm and from what his fingers again began to do until she could bear the torture of waiting no longer. “Lie back…do that for me and do it now!”
His disbelieving laugh was soon silenced. She brushed her fingers over her slit and then pushed them into his mouth as she mounted him, her free hand tugging on his erect prick and placing it at her entrance before she slumped down on him.
They both cried out in harmony as Anna expertly sheathed his cock, deep in her pussy and she clasped muscles, unaccustomed to a man’s invasion, around him. It had been some time since she had felt a man’s hard cock so deep inside her, but she did not look at Liam as any man, but as a man with his gifts in music, in sharing that skill with her and making them feel as a couple, unlikely as that would seem to any outsider looking in on them. She swept her breasts over his chest as she leaned forward and sought his approval for what could now follow and be shared.
“Isn’t this so much better?” she kissed, smiling as she did so and stroking his chest with her nipples, feeling his thin chest hair as she supported her weight by pushing her hands onto him. “You feel so good in me, darling…so good. I love how you fill me, and soon you will find me and make us one.”
She was taking the lead and stroked Liam’s cheek with one hand, then planted both on either side of his face. Intent of riding him to the end she rose on her knees until only the tip of Liam’s penis remained in her warmth. She then settled until he was again buried inside her and a steady rhythm began to be set, her breasts jerking and swaying with every movement of her body.
She drew in her breaths quickly and in time with the clamp of Liam’s hands on her hips as she bucked and jerked on him, moved sinuously, her smile of pleasure sometimes becoming a grimace as she worked to keep Liam buried deep within her.
“I’m not your music teacher now, am I? We’re fucking!” She laughed out of raging pleasure and met his smiling look upon her. “I know, but I have my needs too.”
Anna was now rocking her hips in a quick rhythm, allowing Liam’s cock to sink in and out of her warmth as she fucked herself on his love stick and Liam simply lay on the bed. Anna went to town on his cock. The sensations of her pussy on his dick were ragingly pleasurable and the sight of her breasts, the small freckles on her pale skin, as they swayed before his face, were all becoming too much to withstand.
She suddenly stopped in her frenzied movements and gripped his chest. His head fell forward and Anna’s face was lost to his sight but her guttural groan, then the increasing trembles of her body announced that she was again succumbing to an orgasm.
He chose not to wait but rolled them over, fiercely grabbed her legs, and pushed them up until she locked them behind his back and he pounded furiously into her. He felt Anna’s muscles clamp and tug as he thrust in wildly; as he pursued a staccato rhythm that shook the bed and had her yelping in dismay at the ferocity of his taking of her.
“Go on…go on! It has to be this way…for…for now!” she yelped, rising from the bed as her arms went around his neck and she felt him shudder. Her hands slid down his heaving body and gripped his buttocks as she felt the spurts of his release enter her body in tingling rushes of completion; their shared kisses and breaths in the avowal of what had been found.
“Anna…Anna my darling!”
Liam lifted his face from her kisses and gazed away with unseeing, fluttering eyes. The object of his desire and lustful affection had allowed him to love her. His body trembled from the aftershocks of his climax and Anna, he sensed, was going through the same rushes of unconfined and blissful pleasure.
“That you should want me in the way that you do!” she called out, drawing him down to allow them to share in kisses once more. She had not been with a man for so very long that she now looked on their tryst as the rediscovery of a union of souls that playing music with him, alone, did not bring.
Liam coaxed her to lie down beside him and she clung to his warm body, pressed against him, and simply breathed in their shared warmth and the aroma of their loving. Could she believe that there would be anything enduring in their relationship if they continued? The odds were stacked against them, but she was not that much older than him, only ten years or so, but in musical skills, he might leave her in his wake. But that would be to ignore what had begun to play out between them.
♥
She was his mentor first, a spur and encouragement to Liam in making good all of his musical talent and skills at the piano. And, to set against that, she was now his lover, in both a physical and emotional sense that went way beyond the support of friends and family.
She nurtured the deeper instincts in him just as Liam had persuaded her to believe that it would be more than just a raw, physical union between them. He seemed to read her mind as she nestled closer and took his hand to her breasts, nuzzled kisses to his skin as she did so.
“I’m better with you than without you,” he said softly, pulling on her hair to make her look up at him and meet the serious look in his eyes upon her. “Can you, do you, believe me when I tell you that?”
She moved to lie upon him so that Liam would embrace her, crush her body to his, and make her feel, again, as if they were of one body and mind in this.
“Yes, I do believe you. Everything and everyone stops or drifts away when I’m with you and I hear you play. I’m your mentor and now your lover, and I sense there’s only one way to go with this now, so let it happen because I will.”
Her lips trembled as she silenced his reply with a soft kiss. She was as one with a man, at last.
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