And with that, they stripped each other hungrily. She ran her hands through his sandy blond hair as he sucked on her breast. A moan rose from her chest as she squeezed her eyes shut. His hands explored every part of her petite body. The slight roughness of Evan's fingertips was evidence of his passion, both as a musician and as a lover. She gasped as he slid a finger between her legs.
"You're so wet, Anni," he whispered. She shivered. "I can't decide whether I'd rather taste you, or fuck you." He circled her clit with his index finger as she began to pant. She squirmed beneath his touch. When he failed to make contact with her clit, she slid her hand down and touched the tiny bud. Pre-orgasm energy shot through the length of her body. Evan stepped back to admire the view. "It makes me so fuckin' horny when you touch yourself, Annika!"
She looked over at him longingly. "Tell me what you want," she said between ragged breaths. "Do you want me to suck you off, or do you want to bury your cock in my tight pussy until you cum inside of me? I know you love it when I talk dirty to you... Give it to me, Evan! Fuck me hard." Her voice had become almost a growl. "Fuck me fast. Fuck me—"
He spun her around and bent her over the back of the sofa before she could even finish her sentence. She let out a tiny squeak of surprise. His cock slid inside her with ease as he pumped and thrust himself in as far as he could go. "Yes! Oh God..." He picked up the pace as they both neared a blissful climax. They matched breath for breath as the peaks built and built until it seemed impossible to go any further. "Fuck!" Annika cried out. They tensed up, and then collapsed in release as they let out moans in unison.
Evan pulled her into his chest where she could both feel and hear his racing heartbeat. In that moment, everything was pure perfection. At least in Annika's eyes. And it would have been for Evan, too, had it not been for that damn cardboard box taunting him from across the room.
~~~
Evan was determined to ignore the box, but the draw to do something creative gnawed at him. He admired the line of guitars displayed neatly on their stands against the far wall, and then closed his eyes, hoping for inspiration. A frown crossed his lips. The thought of spending their three-year anniversary apart dampened his mood, but he had no choice. The meeting with an up and coming artist from New York had been on the books for months, and it was a bitch to schedule in the first place. There was no resting on your laurels in the video game business. Evan was on a mission to conceptualize a new universe set in the distant future, and he was convinced Randy Kaplan was just the person to help bring it to life.
Inspiration struck him like a flash of lightning. Annika lit up every time she heard him play. What if he composed a love song just for her? It'd have to be purely instrumental though. Evan's singing voice was so bad, his buddies forbid him to do the vocal part in Rock Band! Pulling it all together in a single day while she was at work was a tall order, but he was motivated. It'd make Annika deliriously happy, plus it'd be a great distraction while he waited for the latest addition to his guitar collection to acclimate to its new environment.
He walked over to his guitars and picked up the Strat. She was his pride and joy. He sat down on the overstuffed sofa and ran his hand along the contours of the instrument. The finish was cool and slick to the touch. He wondered what the PRS's curves would feel like.
For some reason Annika was obsessed with "Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls; she always played the damn thing on repeat. It would have annoyed the fuck out of him if he didn't love her so much. He smiled as he pictured her waltzing around the spacious loft. One day she did it naked, with nothing but a feather duster in her hand. He pinned her up against the cool brick wall and fucked her so hard that there were actually faint bruises on her back. She was so damn sexy...
That was it! He'd "borrow" the chord progression from "Iris", and compose a new melody just for her. Evan mouthed the lyrics as he strummed the chords that would ultimately make up one of the tracks for his project. C, G, F, Am, G, F, repeat. He played the sequence over and over until he was intimately familiar with it.
Finally, it was time to shift his attention to the melody. He noodled around until he found something he liked. The picked melody would provide an interesting contrast to the strummed background, and he took some artistic liberties with the tempo to make the piece more dramatic. That was going to make syncing the tracks a real pain in the ass, but it'd be worth it in the end. Everything fell into place almost effortlessly. He glanced at his Apple watch to check the time. Two more hours until he could open his baby. It was going to be extremely tight, but if he focused, got lucky, and managed to lay the tracks in two passes or less, he'd be done with a few minutes to spare.
~~~
Once the Happy Anniversary email with the recording attached was scheduled to be sent, Evan placed the Strat back on its stand. The moment of truth had arrived. He walked over to the box and took a deep breath. The sketches of the guitar posted online were gorgeous; he hoped she lived up to his expectations. He made quick work of unpacking the instrument. His breath caught as he lifted her from the box. Her finish was spectacular! Even more beautiful than he imagined. He fiddled with the tuners to fine-tune the pitch, and then lifted the guitar to play her for the first time. Evan had waited for this moment for years. He had wanted a PRS since his high school garage band days. The perks of being an entrepreneur, he grinned smugly, happy that money was no longer a concern for him.
He strummed and picked a variety of chords and notes to get a feel for the guitar. The weight distribution took a little getting used to, but once he adjusted to that, he launched into an assortment of intricate riffs. It felt so good to let loose for a change. Evan hadn't realized how much stress his body was harboring. Work had gotten so intense as "Dragon Dodgers II's" release date approached that he barely had time to breathe let alone play guitar. He tweaked the tuners a bit more before playing the opening measures of an ambitious rock piece he titled simply "A". He had written it in high school just as he was falling in love with Annika. He pulled out all the stops to show off his musical talent. Playing the song took serious skill. In fact, Evan wasn't a hundred percent sure he'd still be able to play it. But adrenaline and muscle memory kicked in, and he shredded his way through it.
Annika got home in time to hear the last few measures. She smiled as she watched Evan's fingers work their magic. Musicians were so fucking hot! He looked so damn happy, too. The piece reminded her of their early days together; it'd been one hell of a ride, she noted fondly.
As soon as Evan finished playing, Annika approached him. "Incredible."
He ran his hand over the top edge of the instrument's smooth body and grinned proudly. "She is, isn't she?"
"I wasn't talking about the guitar," she said with a wink. Annika loved it when he played for her. He was incredibly shy about playing in front of anyone. It was a stunning contrast to the super-confident man he was at work. It saddened her that he hid his musical talent, but she knew it was result of his perfectionism.
"Play 'Destiny' for me," she ordered. It was more of a command than a request.
Her assertiveness was a major turn-on. "Do what?" he asked, pretending not to have heard her. That was all part of the game. In reality, he'd do pretty much anything she asked.
"You heard me." Annika wanted to hear the romantic piece he wrote for his senior music recital.
"I don't know, Anni..."
"Play it," she demanded. She smiled sweetly. "Please?"
Evan knew it'd sound better on the acoustic, but Annika was being persistent. He'd make it work, he decided. He turned down the amp, and then picked out the first few notes of the song. She reached out and grabbed his cock through his jeans.
He gasped, eyebrows raised in surprise. "What are you doing?" he asked over the music.
She smiled devilishly. "Keep playing, sexy!" She rubbed him from the head down to his balls.
Evan enjoyed her touch, but if she kept it up, he was going to have to step up his concentration in order to play the song to the end. The natural high of playing combined with her touch turned him rock hard in no time. He could see that Annika was pleased with herself. She reached for the button of his jeans. His finger slipped, resulting in a dissonant sound that made him flinch.
"Don't stop."
Fuck, she noticed the mistake. He squeezed his eyes shut to restore focus.
Annika sank to the floor and moved her head closer to him, and grabbed his zipper pull with her teeth. The sight alone made his cock stir within the confines of his jeans. He breathed deeply. He didn't want to disappoint her, yet the distraction was making it damn near impossible to pull off his private performance. Evan opened his mouth to ask her to wait until after the song was over, then immediately clamped it shut. What fuckin' idiot would refuse a blowjob while he was playing? And why the hell hadn't they tried this before? It was in that moment that he made up his mind to rise to the challenge. He chuckled silently at his lame pun. Annika lowered the zipper, causing his jeans to fall in a pile at his feet. He sighed and then hit another bad note. This was going to be trickier than he thought.
"You're so sexy when you play!" She tucked a finger into each side of the waistband of his boxers. "I've been waiting all day to fuck you." Her voice was deep and husky with desire as she lowered his boxers. She looked up at him with those beautiful green eyes. "I'm going to suck you off until you're ready to cum, and then I'm going to ride you hard and fast." She wrapped her hand around him and licked her lips. "Mmmm, I can't wait to feel you inside of me..."
