Sheet Music - A Rock 'n' Roll Love Story

She pulled away slightly and turned to face him.  “Why don’t you take a shower?”

“Another cold shower?” he asked.

“Whatever you want, Michael,” she smiled coyly.

He studied her face.  There was something different in her eyes.  A flicker of light he hadn’t seen in a long time.  Then again, maybe it was his imagination or his desperation to see something there that wasn’t.  Was it a sign of her need for physical affection or something else that might rekindle the spark they once shared?

When he finished in the bathroom he pulled another pair of pajama bottoms from his top drawer and slipped them over his legs.  No way in hell was he going to assume anything.

He crossed the room toward the bed.  She was lying on her side facing away from him.  Slowly, he moved in beside her.  His hand slid over her hip.

“Good night,” he whispered, kissing her bare shoulder.

She rolled over to face him.  Muted light from the half moon filtered into the room and shadowed her features erotically.

“Good night,” she replied and kissed his lips.  When he began to retract from the embrace, she pulled his mouth back to hers and pressed her tongue inside past his teeth.  He closed his eyes and groaned, then made love to her mouth.

Her hands roamed the smoothness of his bare chest then gently pushed until his back pressed against the mattress.

“What are you doing, Annie?” he asked.

“I think it’s called touching.”

Her lips replaced her hands on his chest.  Hot and wet they inched over his pectorals, savoring each taste as if she had never had the pleasure of doing so before.  Her face moved down to his stomach.  Her tongue danced around his belly button then dipped inside.

“Annie, you don’t have to do this,” he said, his voice nothing more than a shaky rattle.

She tugged at the strings tied at the waist of his pajama bottoms.  One string popped easily, the other seemed knotted.

“Can I ask why you’ve been wearing these awful things?” she asked, pulling harder on the string without success of it releasing.

He attempted a laugh then reached down to dislodge the knot in his waistband.  “I didn't want to pressure you by sleeping naked.  Not to mention, I thought it might make things  easier for me if I wasn't so obvious ,” he smiled.

Annie felt the tie give way.  Nervously she moved her hand beneath the cotton fabric and onto his hip.  She felt him shudder and inhale sharply.

“Don’t wear them again,” she teased.  “You look much better naked.”

Her face inched lower, closer to his heat.  Her hands removed the pajama bottoms.  She rested her face on his lower belly, rubbing her cheek into the soft hairline leading to his groin.  His stomach rose and fell quickly.  She closed her eyes, fighting to keep the images of the other woman from taking over her thoughts.  It was her loving him now.  Tears boiled in her eyes and threatened to spill onto his skin.  She took a deep breath and snatched back control.

He arched his back when he felt her lips glide past his hips and onto his flexed thigh.

One by one, she could feel the bricks of her wall falling around her.  She kissed and tasted every part of him, re-familiarizing herself with his body.

“Sweetheart, you’re driving me crazy,” he sighed appreciatively.

Every moan he made or word he spoke gave her confidence to continue.  Her mouth inched inward, biting and licking toward the center of his masculinity.  His fingers disappeared into her hair and lightly tugged.

“Jesus, Annie, I’m not going to last much longer.”

She gazed up at his lust tortured face from between his legs.  “But I haven’t even gotten to the good part,” she teased, taking his organ in her hand and gently stroking the flesh.

He smiled back at her, his body straining to control his carnal urge.  “It doesn’t matter.  What you’re doing to me is…unbelievable,” he sighed and fell back against the sheets as he felt her mouth engulf him.

She eased him inside slowly, inch by inch.  His hips lifted and pressed against her face.  He praised and coaxed her with beautiful words that made her heart flood with joy.  She felt his release build long before she wanted it to end but she knew there would be no stopping the inevitable either.  His orgasm rocked him and seemed to last forever.

She watched his facial expression change from total insanity and then drift back to bliss.  She had moved him emotionally and physically; it was written all over his face.  He gazed down at her, too weak to manage a full smile.  Love poured from his eyes.

“Come here,” he said in a low satisfied whisper.

She kissed his stomach and dragged her tongue up between his breasts, then fell into the bend of his extended arm.

His head rolled to face her.  “I love you so much,” he said.  So much…”

Then he kissed her slow and provocative.  Her neck bent back and she opened her mouth wider for him, moaning softly against his lips.  He pulled her closer until their bodies molded as one.

“Thank you,” he said.

“For what?” “For loving me.  No one has ever moved me the way you do.  The power of your touch is overwhelming.”