50 Shades of Grey - piano pt1

On this page I’ll ‘remix’ well known stories, sex scenes and songs. The first one is a sex scene from 50 Shades of Grey. This is Piano – part1. Hope you like

Ana stood in the door way watching Christian play at the piano. He was topless, just his pajama bottoms on. The light from the lamp bathed him in a candy floss soft glow of light. She could feel her nipples become tort and erect as she drank in the smooth intoxicating alcohol of his body. They pressed against the shirt, Christian’s shirt. He’s scent was on it, she inhaled deep and silently. Her eyes closed as her inner goddess began to gyrate with lustful want. Christian’s focus and elegance at the piano made her envy the keys. She want him to touch her like how he played. He’s fingers light, swift, controlled. Her mind sparked as she imagined her body was a piano. She wanted him to touch her so she could make music. Ana’s inner Goddess stomped her foot and puffed. She’d become inpatient and couldn’t contain her want any longer and at the point neither could Ana. She found herself walking towards him undoing the bottoms of the shirt with each step. She was confused yet sure. This want for Christian has never been like this. Nipples hard, mouth dry, heart pounding. She wanted him now. She got with touching distance before Christian realised she was there. He looked up from his fingers dancing left to right across the keys. He’s eyes fell on to Ana’s body partially exposed under his shirt. “And hello to you too Miss Steele”. His voice controlled but tinted with surprised. “I’m sorry if I woke you”.

Ana stood silent for a moment. Her sex was screaming wet declarations of want. Finally her brain kicked in. “No, you didn’t wake me and even if you did I like watching you play”. Ana was aware her breathing was shallow and fast. The longing her body contained was about to erupt.

Christian looked at Ana, she had a new look in her eyes; one he never seen before. Even though the buttons weren’t fully undone he could feel the electricity of her desire. She could feel it too because he’s own desire was surging in his veins. “That shirt looks good on you Miss Steele” he gaze sliding from her feet up her body to her eyes. “You make it look elegantly sexy”

Ana bit her bottom lip and took hold of the opening of the shirt and peeled it off her body letting it fall to the floor and drape around her feel. Ana stood naked in front of Christian who let out a faint moan at the vision before him “But I suppose you were going to say it would look better on your living room floor” Ana said, her voice calm yet heavy.

“No, not at all Miss Steele but if you insist who am I to begrudge where you wish to place my shirt”. Christian snaked his hands around Ana’s waist and pulled her towards him. He opened his legs so she stood between them. The silence was deafening as he slowly began to kiss Ana’s stomach. Gently placing his open mouth on her stomach the slowly closing his lips as his tongue swirls across her skin. Ana’s hands found Christian’s head and held the sides as his mouth wondered across her stomach. She could feel her abdomen rise and fall as her breathing became deep and heavy. He guided her sideways so her bottom raised on the keys. They made a staccato clatter as her frame rested in place. Christian continue to kiss Ana and slowly move his mouth downwards. Ana drew in a short deep breath as the anticipation her body realised where his mouth was heading. Christian leisurely traced wet kisses downwards leave a trail of warm wetness in its wake. Ana let go of Christian’s head and slammed her hands out to her side onto the piano. The shiny wood was cool to touch, smooth, solid. Her fingers curled inwards and her nails dug into the piano as Christian’s tongue reach her clit. Ana lifted one leg, then the other spreading them wide and bracing them on the stool Christian sat on. Her sex was laid bare, an offering to Christian’s warm mouth and long tongue. Her wetness kept on flowing, trickling down between her vulva. Her hips bucked and gyrated with want; as if they were searching for his tongue. The piano keys mirrored the scattered notes her nerves played as her hips gyrated and rocked. His hands pressed against the inside of her thighs pushing the open. Christian leaded close to her mound, she could feel the warmth of his breath.Ana’s head fell backwards, her back arched; a surrender to the pending delight. Christian’s mouth hovered over Ana’s clit. The wait was torture. “Please” she panted as she struggled to maintain. Christian said nothing. He didn’t move. His hot breath whispering to Ana’s clit…

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