She was completely spent from the night before, lying on her back, a relaxed look spread across her delicate features. I didn't want her to be snapped out of this haze when I woke her up. She was still naked, her legs naturally spread. I could see her bare, pink pussy. Unable to stop myself, I kissed it. Then, careful not to wake her, I spread her legs further and gently kissed the inside of her thigh, never taking my eyes off of her face. I slowly moved my kisses up higher. I eventually gave her one soft, slow, long lick right down her slit with the tip of my tongue. She whimpered in her sleep, causing me to smile. I teasingly continued to lick at her, enjoying how easily I could get her wet. I kissed her, right over the hole but not inside it. I used my mouth to gingerly caress her most intimate, sensitive places.
She was starting to moan, and I learned that she actually did moan a lot, they were just so soft and a little high pitched. She must have been hiding them earlier.
I parted her lips with my thumb, spreading them further. I gave her clit a series of quick, soft kisses. She was just barely humping my face, craving more. Her clit was swollen, and when I gave it one, hard suck, she moaned out loud and I felt it swell even more as I pulled it into my mouth. I really did love to torture that small bundle of nerves, as I always knew how to find it. Her pink lips were puffy and glistening with her own juices. I continued to suck her clit for a while as I watched her breathing change, starting to wake up. I gave it one soft, experimental bite. She cried out so loudly that she woke herself. I lightly circled her clit with my tongue, occasionally dipping down giving her one, firm lick with the flat of my tongue. I didn't increase in speed or intensity, just continued to do this until her eyes were open, and she was watching me, half asleep.
"Morning, little girl," I said into her cunt, making sure she could feel the vibrations.
She whined back at me, reaching her hand down and resting her fingers in my messy hair.
I blew cool air over her adorable little petals as I stroked them with my thumb. I was stimulating her entire body this way, enough to make her hot and miserable, but not enough to make her cum. I felt her fingers tighten, tangling themselves in my hair, and she pulled my head to her pussy, humping my face. I grinned and began to suck at her cunt, biting it softly, letting her be slowly brought to an orgasm, and keeping her right on the edge. I knew how much more she needed. She was just so cute when she was like this, so needy and dependent on me.
"Clark..." She begged. "Please,"
"Please, what?" I teased, using my teeth to play with her clit.
She moaned.
"Tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it." I taunted from between her legs.
"Eat me." She said, sleeping removing her hesitation. "Clark, please."
I obliged, eagerly tongue fucking her and rubbing her clit in circular motions with my fingers. She was grinding against me, crying out with need.
"Cum," I said into her, and she cried out...and couldn't stop. I felt her climax and lapped up all the sweet juices that ran from her.
She was out of breath when I climbed out from between her thighs. She kissed me, hard and wanting. I ravaged her mouth, letting her taste the evidence of what I did to her.
"Can you taste yourself?" I whispered.
She nodded and hungrily kissed me again.
We showered together, and she grew shy again as she tried to cover herself with her arms.
"Why do you always do that?" I asked.
She looked up at me innocently.
"You just begged me to make you cum, and now you're embarrassed for me to see you."
She turned her head away, and I took her wrists and lowered them to her sides. She blushed as I unabashedly drank in her body with my eyes.
"See?" I said. "It's just me. You don't have to be modest."
I kissed her, only because I wanted to make sure she was still real. Sometimes, since she never talks, it's like she disappears. Then, just like the water, the kissing got steamier. It was messy, though you couldn't tell because we were both wet. She kissed me back like an expert, and gasped when I lowered my head more to suck on her neck, surely leaving another mark. I lowered my hand to her mound and casually pet it.
"Piano," She said, pushing me back slightly. "You said you had one yesterday."
"What?" I asked, dazed. "Yeah, downstairs. Did you still want to see it?"
She nodded.
"Okay, we'll go downstairs after this."
She then proceeded to blow me in appreciation. She was very strange, but I wasn't complaining.
Both of us in our underwear and t shirts, we headed downstairs and I lead her to a part of the house she had never been to before. Her eyes were forever wide, taking in every painting or vase of flowers on a table. I was lucky that my sister hired decorators, otherwise most of the estate would be bare.
"Should I close my eyes?" She asked anxiously.
I shook my head. "I trust you."
She tentatively reached out and held my hand. I kissed her hand.
When we reached that one room, with the piano placed tastefully in the middle, her mood visibly improved.
"Do you play?" She asked.
I shrugged. "Not really. It's just a family thing to have an expensive piano in your house."
"It's beautiful..." She mused, lost in thought.
I motioned to the seat. "Go on."
I realized that she must have been uncomfortable with me standing directly behind her, so I pulled a chair over and sat next to her, but far enough so that she could reach every key, if she needed to.
"I'm out of practice." She said. "I haven't played in a year."
"That's okay." I said. "I want to hear what you sound like. And it's not like I could play any better."
Her left hand started to move, starting on a low C sharp. The piano was a little out of tune, but that made it sound a little more real. Seamlessly, she brought it to an F natural an octave higher, and those are honestly the only names of the notes I could remember, because after that, I was lost. It was a slow, melodic song that I surely heard before somewhere. It wasn't even that it was an insanely difficult piece of music. It was just that she played with such beautiful emotion, her hands delicately caressing the keys. But she didn't play carefully. There was nothing careful about it. It was organic, and sound poured from the open lid of the piano as she stretched her hands in ways I didn't know she could. I fell in love with her, then, in a way I never thought I could love anyone.
I first fell in love with her appearance, to be completely honest. When I saw that small, delicate frame paired with surely the sweetest face known to mankind, I knew I could never love anyone else but her. I then fell in love with her personality. She was so shy, and I was starting to doubt I would ever completely figure her out. But that's part of what I liked about her. I loved her mystery. I loved her grace. I fell in love with her scent, then her taste. And I thought I had fallen in love with her sound when I had heard her voice. But I hadn't, because nothing could compare to the slightly out of tune, but perfect music that soared through the air in invisible, transverse waves.
"Consolation No. 3" She said when she drew her hands back down to her thighs.
"Franz Liszt." I swallowed. "One of my favorites."
She smiled nervously. "Mine, too."
I smiled at her and brushed her hair behind her shoulder.
"That was beautiful... Play more."
And she gladly did. A rondo that I didn't recognize, a nocturne, and moonlight sonata.
"Do you learn by ear?" I asked, the first words spoken in about twenty minutes.
"I can, but I learned all these with sheets."
"We'll get some next time we go stay in town." I said.
She smiled, then got up, pushed her chair in, and walked over to mine. She sat sideways onto my lap and tucked her head under my chin. I moved my arms to hold her.
"What's tonight going to be like?" She asked in a small voice.
