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But that hand, slick with her juices soaking through her panties, and slick, too, with his.
    He moved one of his hands up to her breasts now, cupped one, took the nipple between thumb and forefinger, squeezing and twisting.
    She turned her hand, knuckles against his shaft, making him gasp. Pulled at her lace shorts, easing them aside so that now when she pressed down against him it was skin against skin, softness against hardness. She held herself there, waiting for his eyes to rise and meet hers. He’d been studying her, watching her pulling her shorts aside, watching his hand working at that nipple.
    She remembered that moment of self-consciousness, but that seemed so long ago. Why feel like that when here he was, enjoying her, drinking her in with his eyes?
    Slowly, she drew herself up, along his shaft, until the head of his dick nestled in the folds of her labia, nudging against her clit so that every tiny movement sent a surge of pleasure arcing through her body. Then she moved again, slid upwards until he was pressing against her opening, a delicious pressure as he started to enter.
    She’d been holding her breath, she realized. Focusing everything on the sensations of his body against her. On the way those sensations changed as they moved, as they realigned themselves.
    His eyes were locked on hers again. She’d had her eyes closed, briefly. Had it only been briefly? How long had this moment lasted? Now is the moment, now is forever, We’re living it for all we’ve got . Never had that been more true than now!
    Slowly, so slowly, she took his full length into her, lowering herself onto him until he was fully impaled and she could feel his pubic bone hard against her.
    His hands were at her waist now, holding her, steadying her.
    Feeling so full, feeling his hard body beneath her, that grip at her waist... Those dark eyes locked on hers, a smile tugging at his features, his mouth slightly parted... The rapid rise and fall of his chest...
    She was so close! She could feel it building, something relentless. Something that if she’d wanted to hold it back the opportunity to do so had long since passed and now was the time to live that moment, let it grow, let it steal over her senses, her entire body.
    She reached for his head, drew him into her cleavage. Felt his hot breath on the soft skin of her breasts, the scrape of his stubble.
    His hands came up to hold her breasts, fingers and thumbs squeezing at her nipples, and now there was the softness of lips, the firm wetness of his tongue, the hard drag of teeth. Across one breast, around to the nipple. Sucking it in. Teeth closing around it. Tongue flicking, hard and steady.
    Now she didn’t think she could take any more. Everything was so intense. So much more .
    It took her suddenly, an eruption from deep within.
    She arched her back, her nipple dragging free of Ray’s teeth with stabs that were both pain and pleasure.
    She bore down on him, holding him deep, still, so that she could feel every pulse in that hard shaft, feel herself clenching around him, a rapid muscle tremor deep inside her that diminished slightly with each throb.
    She’d done that thing again, where she forgot everything. Where she stopped breathing, where her mind blanked, perhaps even briefly blacking out altogether so that now she felt dizzy, her head rushing and spinning, and she had to slump forward against him, vaguely aware of one of his arms coiling around her back to hold her while the other braced against the piano stool, holding himself upright, supporting them both.
    He turned her.
    Somehow he extricated himself and turned her so that she was kneeling on the piano stool, leaning over the piano, her breasts pressed against polished wood, her arms spread over the lid, her face pressed down. The wood of the piano’s top was cool against her cheek.
    Behind her, Ray stood. His knees were against the stool, and against the insides of her ankles. His hands on her hips, holding her