“Do I have to tie you?” she asked.

He chuckled. “Not this time, but I’d love to show you a few knots.”

He did as she instructed and watched her—completely intrigued and entranced—as she bent over him. The feel of her tongue tracing the crease between his balls made him jerk upright.

“Dawn?”

“Don’t interrupt,” she said. “It’s your turn to be driven mad by someone’s mouth.”

He groaned in bliss as she suckled his sac.

He watched her kiss and lick and use her lips to massage his most sensitive skin until he couldn’t handle the sight of her giving him so much pleasure. He squeezed his eyes shut and allowed himself to feel the heat and moisture of her mouth, the heaviness of his balls, the unbearable throb pulsing down the length of his cock. He shifted slightly so he could bury both hands in the thick lustrous mass of her hair. He coaxed her head toward his cock, slowly, as if she wouldn’t notice. She nibbled, kissed, and suckled the flesh all around the base of his shaft, but no amount of tugging on her hair convinced her to take his tip into her mouth.

“Dawn,” he pleaded when he couldn’t stand the ache in his groin another moment. She gave his balls a thorough licking and then blew cooling breaths over the damp surface. He was trembling so hard he feared he’d collapse.

She paused in her exquisite torture, and he pried his eyes open to look down at her. She smiled reassuringly and reached for one of the candles burning nearby. His eyes widened when she blew out the flame and tipped the candle over his body until wax dribbled onto his belly. His abs contracted involuntarily as she drew a trail in wax from his belly button down, down toward his cock.

“Wait!” he cried. While a little molten heat on his belly was exciting, there were areas that he’d rather she didn’t burn with wax.

“Shh,” she said. “I trusted you completely. You owe me the same courtesy.”

Yeah, but he’d known what he was doing. He’d never have hurt her in any way.

But she hadn’t known that. She had placed her complete trust in him. He cringed, prepared to breathe through the pain as the hot, slow trickle of wax got closer and closer to his cock. Less than an inch shy of his throbbing shaft, she righted the candle and blew a soothing breath over the hardening wax. She started at his belly again and trickled another line of wax parallel to the first, again slowly moving toward his cock. He held his breath as the hot trail burned closer and closer to her target. Surely this time she’d… But no, she started another new trail on his belly. When she ran out of wax, she reached for a second candle. When her lips pursed to blow out the flame, he groaned. Dear lord, she was sensual. She smiled when her fourth trail of wax caused a bead of pre-cum to seep from the opening at the tip of his cock.

“Is this turning you on?” she asked, her voice low.

His answer was a groan of torment. If she didn’t touch his dick soon, he was going to die. The fifth line of hot wax had him sucking air between his teeth and his cock jerking with over excitement. A bead of moisture dripped from the rim of his cock head, and she caught it with her tongue, looking at him with those incredible eyes as she rubbed the small drop of fluid against her upper lip.

“Do you want me?” she asked, reaching for one of two condom packages resting near his hip.

His stomach ached, he was so turned on, but he couldn’t find the mental capacity to even nod. She tore the package open and removed the circle of cream-colored latex. He shuddered as her hand wrapped around his thick, hard-as-granite shaft. She directed his head into her mouth and the pleasure caused his arms to give out. The back of his head thumped against the piano lid, but he didn’t care. All he could focus on was the bliss Dawn’s mouth gifted him.

“Oh God, baby,” he moaned.

He groaned in misery when he fell free of his mouth. She rolled the condom down his length and then stepped away. His eyes flipped open when the piano keys pinged discordantly. She climbed onto the lid of the piano with him and placed a hand on his hip to coax him toward the center of the piano. Lying on his back on her beloved instrument, he felt panic seize his heart. What was he doing?

She straddled his hips, staring into his eyes, her glorious red hair surrounding her shoulders like a shimmering cloak. She held his gaze as she reached between her legs, grasped his cock, and rubbed its tip against her opening.

He squeezed his eyes closed. His stomach was in knots. He could scarcely breathe.

“Look at me, Kellen,” she said gently. “It’ll be okay.”

He opened his eyes, focused on Dawn’s face, her eyes, and a bit of the panic receded. He slipped inside her, and she moved her hand so she could take him inch by glorious inch. When he was buried deep, her eyes drifted closed.

“I feel you, Kellen,” she whispered. “Inside my body. Inside my soul. I feel you.”

“Yes,” he said breathlessly, not sure why his heart was thudding so hard or why his eyes were stinging with threatening tears.

She began to rise and fall over him, churning her hips to increase her stimulation and drive him deeper. He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she gave his body unparalleled pleasure. He wasn’t sure if it was because she’d gotten him so excited beforehand, but sex had never felt so good. Maybe his memory was just iffy because it had been so long, but he didn’t think so. Dawn just felt good, felt right. Felt safe and warm, exciting and soothing, all at once.

He lifted his hands to massage her breasts as she made love to him. When she began to croon as her orgasm approached, he shifted the palm of his hand to her lower belly and massaged her soft mound with his thumb.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Almost, Kellen.”

Her motions became exaggerated as she sought orgasm. His thumb slipped into the cleft between her swollen lips and rubbed her clit. Her back arched and she cried out, her thighs trembling and her pussy clenching around him as she shattered.

He struggled into a seated position and ran both hands over her smooth back, bending to kiss her throat, her jaw, her lips. She rubbed her breasts against his chest as her arms went around him to hold him close. She dropped her head to his shoulder and took a deep breath.

“I knew you’d be perfect,” she said. “Inside me. Perfect.”

They clung to each other for a long moment. Kellen’s cock began to protest the stillness between them.

He rolled her onto her back, maintaining the connection between their bodies. Her grip loosened just enough for him to thrust.

Ah God, she felt good. He couldn’t get enough. He wanted to plunge into her tight pussy for hours.

He could hear himself chanting her name, feel the tightening in his balls as orgasm approached, but it was almost as if it was happening to someone else. He pumped his hips harder and faster. Taking her. Taking her. Harder and harder. Scooting her along the piano lid until the back of her head dropped off the far edge. She’d been making love to him, he’d felt her in every particle of his being, but he was fucking her and it was hardly as satisfying. He paused to catch his breath and find his bearings. He looked down to find her watching him. The single candle still burning made her eyes sparkle.

“Are you okay?” she asked, touching his cheek with one hand. “Why did you stop?”

He didn’t think he could speak, so he kissed her gently. Every nerve ending in his body seemed to be on edge. Still kissing her, he cradled the back of her head in one hand and by inching downward and drawing her down to meet him, eased her into a less perilous position on the piano. Once he’d regained a little sense, he said, “Sorry I lost control like that. I’ll take it slower.”

“I don’t mind it rough, if that’s what you like.”

But he didn’t like it fast and rough as much as he liked it slow and tender. He knew he hadn’t been fucking her as hard as possible because it felt good—he’d been hammering himself into Dawn because Sara never allowed him to fuck her hard like that and he was still struggling with the reality of what he was doing. Enjoying Dawn bothered him. Not enough to make him stop, but enough to get in the way of what he truly desired. He was finally making progress, but he was a long way from being free enough to give Dawn the care and affection she deserved. If she hadn’t been so understanding and patient, he’d have probably already left out of guilt.