After I’ve showered and rested for a while, Julian leads me to the grand piano by the windows, where we sit on the bench. He wants to show me how he writes music.
“We don’t always compose and write about ourselves, do we?” he asks.
I nod and smile.
“Sometimes we write about what we see, or maybe you’re a patriot who wants to write a song about your country. There are many themes to choose from. Let’s start with using your senses. How do you feel about your surroundings right now?”
“Um...” I survey the penthouse, the living area, the fireplace, the piano, and even the lights. “It’s peaceful, cozy, and dim, but not sad.” I shrug as I look out the windows. “It is still rather chilly outside because of the snow, but here it is quite warm.”
His mouth twitches in pleasure. “That’s a good start.”
“Can I say anything else?”
“Of course, I encourage you to be open.”
I think deeply, delving into my mind, heart, and soul. “I’m happy with where I am right now. With you.”
“All right, and then?”
I smile at him, biting my bottom lip. “I don’t want this night to end. I hope we can stay like this all night long, cuddled up in bed together, watching each other. I just... I love looking at your face.”
“Really?” His eyes glow. “Do you want that?”
“If you allow me.”
“If I were the one to make the decision, I’d prefer waking up with you every morning. But shall we return to our song?”
“Are those descriptions acceptable?” I laugh tensely. “I’m not sure what I’m saying.”
“No, you’re making progress.” He winks before reaching for a blank score and scribbling words on it. “What do you think about this?”
I read the sentences, dazed by how my words came out.
“Glorious,” I murmur.
Snowflakes sprinkle, and my eyes flicker.In the quiet of the night, your beauty shines bright.Your sweet smile is all I can seeCan you stay with me?He sings the lines in his breathy, baritone voice. His fingers fall softly on the piano, resonating with continuous mellow tones. The key belongs to the E chord family.
I melt in my seat, feeling the overwhelming desire to kiss him.
Damn, he could be a singer! He truly knows how to touch people’s hearts. The longer we spend together, the more his affection seeps into every fiber of my being.
“It’s simple, and the descriptions don’t have to be overstated, see?”
“It’s no surprise that even your drafts have won awards. Julian, why did you stop writing songs?” I inquire but quickly regret it. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I murmur. “I told you, you can ask me anything.”
“I still can’t help myself.”
“And you don’t need to apologize. It has me wondering what you think about us. Do you still think of me as your professor?”
“No, it’s not that. It’s just that your abilities, brilliance, and achievements far exceed mine, so I subconsciously want to address you with some formality.”
I continue writing his lyrics.
I was young thenDo you remember?I’m filling in those muffinsI’ve been daydreaming about you ever since After the countless encountersI saw you again at twenty-threeMy heart is pounding aberrantly, and my breathing is labored. A tear falls down my cheek.
“What’s wrong?” Julian gives me a concerned look.
I laugh while crying. “I’m not sure if that’s acceptable, but it feels good to have written it. I’m feeling... great.”
“Congratulations, you’ve unlocked your emotions.”
“Julian, I just realized something, and since you don’t mind, I’ll say it.”
“Sure.”
“I’m glad we met again.” I wipe my tears, sniffling.
“Yes, and that was nine weeks ago. What about it?”
“It’s just... It’s like I’m meant to be here. Like I survived a difficult life for this moment. This just seemed impossible to me.”
His mouth curves into a slow, satisfied smile. “So you’ve finally admitted you’ve fallen for me.”
“Yes.” Having him acknowledge it feels like a thorn has been plucked from my chest. “So take responsibility. You can’t leave me now.”
“I was going to say the same.”
I avert my attention back to our lyrics. “So, what do you think? I’ve practically written lyrics about you now, professor.”
“I must be lucky.” He kisses my temple. “I like your story-telling. It’s the real you, so it’s fairly decent. You’re learning, Ms. Scott.”
I choke out a laugh. “Well, why don’t we try putting some chords on that? I’ve come up with a melody—”
Julian grabs the back of my head and kisses my mouth to silence me. The next thing I know, I’m being lifted to the piano, my ass hitting the keys and producing some strange tones.
He quickly undresses by taking off his shirt and pulling down his sweatpants, temporarily detaching our lips and reconnecting them. His hand slides up to my T-shirt and clamps around my breast. While doing so, he gently bites my lip.
I’m totally aroused. I can’t help but draw him closer to me as his fingers twitch my nipple and roughly massage my breast.
My breath becomes more erratic with each of his touches. My hand falls to the piano, producing yet another deafening sound.
Julian brings me in closer to his erection.
I’m shivering with excitement. My opening is ready to welcome him back, and I can almost smell his arousal.
“How about this?” he whispers. “Did you fantasize about this too?”
My eyes slowly open, and his lust-filled expression meets mine.
“Fantasize what?” I smile, chewing on my lower lip, knowing fully what he means.
“You, positioned over the piano, are about to be deeply impaled. Did you?”
I swallow dryly, but strangely, my mouth is watering. I don’t recall daydreaming it that way. Julian didn’t talk to me, let alone speak sinfully to me in my fantasy.
“I’m fantasizing about it right now,” I mumble roughly.
“Good. Keep your eyes open now. I want you to look at me and tell yourself that this is real, okay?”
I nod, looking him in the eyes. “I will...”
He glides the tip of his cock to my entrance, then pushes into me in one full stroke, causing me to moan in delight.
That’s right. This is real.
I grab his shoulder as he pounds into me, and with each thrust, the piano cries along with me. Now I’m wondering why I’ve never felt this passionate about sex. I hate to compare, but every time Julian makes love to me, it is more satisfying than the last.
I keep my eyes open as instructed, but I’m mesmerized by how his cock disappears into my body. It’s insanely erotic and extremely sensual.
Small tremors start to build up inside me, causing me to grumble. I wanted to keep going like this for as long as possible, but I’m about to release.
“Juliannn...” Eventually, my thighs and hips give in, and an insatiable urge to orgasm takes over. I cry, falling back to the piano. Seconds later, he pulls out of me with his release gushing onto my stomach.
He pants heavily. “It turns out we have a lot in common,” he says as he pulls on his sweatpants. Then he meticulously wipes his pearly white spurt on my skin with his T-shirt. I get off the piano, afraid that if I stay longer, he’ll need the instrument tuned.
“Why?”
“I have no intention of letting you go, either. I suppose you’re stuck with me, so there’s no going back now.”
“Careful. I’m easily swayed by sweet words.”
He smiles sweetly. “Please stay here tonight. I’ll make something to eat, and we’ll watch a movie, okay?”
“I’ll just call Lora. She’ll worry.”
“Right.” He picks up my clothes from the floor and hands them to me. “And I’ll just get something to wear.” He leans in and kisses me again before walking into his bedroom.