The case

I sat with the cello, black blouse loose, hair down my back, the case open on the floor. Practice was finished. Nico closed the lid with care and looked at me the way he does when he wants to ask and is checking his nerve. He is my partner. Will you lead tonight, he said. I do not need the scarf yet. I need you to decide. I set the cello on its stand, well away from where our bodies would be, and I said yes. Come here. Kneel. He knelt on the rug.

I opened the blouse myself and brought his mouth to my breast. Slow. Hands at my waist. He kissed like a man in love, which he is, and I let that stay in the room on purpose. Lower, I said. He went lower. I drew my skirt up and his mouth found my cunt and I sighed, head back, one hand in his hair, the other on the chair. Do not rush the ending. Lick my clit until I say I am close, then soften. He did. The obedience was sweet rather than sharp. I came with his name in my mouth and my thighs warm against his ears.

I stood him up and opened his trousers. I stroked his cock against the blouse and watched his face go open. You do not cum until I have you with me on the rug. He nodded. I kept us clear of the stand, bent with my hands on the chair, and told him the rest. Get your cock in my cunt. Slow. All the way, then wait. He fucked his cock in and waited, shaking, which was exactly the manners I had asked for. Long strokes after that. A kiss between my shoulder blades. His hand could come around to my clit if the rhythm stayed mine.

I came again with his cock deep in my cunt and held his hip still while it moved through me. Then I said he could take what he needed and finish. He fucked me through it, folding over my back, mouth on my spine, and came when I allowed it. We sank to the rug. I pulled the cardigan off the chair and covered us. The cello stayed safe and uninvolved. He played with my hair and thanked me for deciding. I thanked him for asking me to be the one. The case stayed shut.