After rehearsal

Rehearsal is over. The violin is in its case. My shoes are off under the music-room chair and I am recording this with my bare feet on the rung and the black dress still on, because taking it off is a decision I want to narrate. Edward closed the case latches for me. Fifty-two. He knows that sound means the work is done and the slow part can begin. He asked what I needed. I said your voice, then your hands, then your cock, in that order, and not faster than I say.

He sat on the floor by the chair and started talking while he held my ankle. He said the grey at my temples caught the lamp. He said he had wanted, through the whole last movement, to fuck my cunt like this, seated and done performing. I said then earn it. He kissed my knee and described each inch. I am going to push the dress up. I am going to mouth your cunt over the fabric. Tell me if you want skin. I said skin. He drew my underwear down and licked my cunt in long unhurried strokes, still narrating, you are swollen, you jumped, I am going to suck your clit now. I said yes. I came with my head tipped back and one hand on the case so it would not slide, voice breaking exactly the way he likes.

I told him to stand in front of the chair. I stroked his cock, kissed the head, and said I want your cock in my mouth for a minute and then in my cunt. He said whatever you want. I sucked his cock slow, then stood, bent over the chair, and looked back. Yes. Now. He put his cock into my cunt and kept talking, low, your cunt takes me so deep, you are so beautiful like this, cum again if you can. I could. I reached under and rubbed my clit and came around his cock. He asked, strained, and I said cum in my cunt, I want the weight after the fuck. He did. Then he put my shoes side by side, not on me, and stayed on the floor with his cheek on my thigh until the room went quiet for a different reason.