Aileen sat on the bench of the piano. Rolf was moving and there was nowhere else to sit in his apartment. He stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders.
Her maestro.
He was an accomplished pianist throughout her entire time with him, but they were both his mistress—her and his piano. But right then Aileen had all of his attention, as his preternaturally long fingers caressed her cheek and slowly traced their way down to her bare breasts.
She wanted him to play her.
“The movers will be here soon,” he said, circling the peak of her nipple.
“One last time,” she practically pleaded, her body arching up to his.
Rolf pushed her back, the sound of her back hitting the piano keys created dissonace as jarring as the most abstract, abstract expressionist work of art. He sat next to her and put his hand on her thigh. Aileen pressed her thigh to his before she stood up and straddled him. Rolf held her waist and swung her to be back against the piano again.
More dissonance.
He took her from there and bent her over the piano. From behind, he kissed her neck as he squeezed her breasts. He kissed her lips while squeezing her breasts and Aileen groaned with pure lust into his mouth.
“The movers–” Aileen teased knowing full well he knew she did not care if they were caught by the movers or anyone else.
“You would love that,” the last word caught in his throat as she reached for him behind her back. He moved her hand away and she moistened all the more as she heard him unzip his jeans.
Aileen wriggled against him hungry for penetration.
Rolf thrust into her roughly–that was how she liked it. She knew he would give it to her after she sat with her wet pussy on the seat of his piano. But she was his ultimate mistress.
Aileen held onto the piano as he pounded into her. She licked her lips before he kissed her and she reached for him, her hand on his thigh silently asking him for more.
And harder.
Rolf gave it to her, gave her everything she wanted and just when she was about to the come the dissonance of the buzzer.
The movers.
Rolf did not stop and she felt her nails going into his skin just a little until his final thrust and she cried out, caressing his skin where she almost punctured it.
He pulled out of her and she heard him zip up his jeans. A little unsteady, Rolf held her waist and kissed her neck before he spanked her bottom and led her to the bathroom to recover.
Aileen closed the door as he pressed the buzzer to let the movers in.
She would have not have cared if they walked in on them, she thought seeing the afterglow in her eyes and her Mona Lisa smile.
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