Sheet Music - A Rock 'n' Roll Love Story

“Oh, my God, Annie.  You are so ready.”

Her hands fell to his shoulders, the fingernails digging into his flesh.  Then she flexed and crested as his fingers disappeared inside her body.  When her spasms slowed, he massaged her thighs.

“Now, will you take off your nightgown for me?” he asked with a brilliant smile.

One by one, she untied the straps of the garment.  When it began to fall she attempted to catch it but he tugged it from her hands.

“I want to see all of you.”

The nightgown fell to the floor and piled at her ankles.  His eyes and hands quickly lifted to her breasts.  They were much fuller than he remembered, like ripened pieces of fruit, and the nipples a deeper shade of pink.  A thin blond hairline descended from her navel to her light brown triangle, mapping out a wondrous journey he had been fantasizing about for months.

She stood before him, exuding femininity, vulnerable, and yet ready for him in every sense.  So consumed with thoughts of lust, he could think of nothing else but devouring her.  He wanted to love her, head to toe, inside and out - completely, until she begged him to stop.  As promised, tonight he would love her like never before.

She saw his eyes roam her nakedness and wondered what he was thinking.  His face so serious; it unnerved her.  Was he pleased?  Shocked by the changes of her body after giving birth?  She had never felt so exposed to him.  Self-consciously, her arms lifted to cover herself.  His hands quickly pushed them away.  Then his mouth relaxed into a magnificent smile and bent to kiss her belly.

“You are absolutely beautiful, Annie,” he said, his tongue leaving trails over her stomach.

“I’m still fat,” she replied.

“You just had a baby.  There’s a big difference.”

“It’s been almost two months,” she answered.

“Lay down for me,” he asked, standing to make room for her.  Then he untied the string holding up his pajama bottoms.

Annie watched his movements in awe.  Unlike her, his body was unchanged.  He was still an intricately detailed statue of lean muscles, dark flawless skin, with hair in all the right places and completely male.  Her heart missed a beat when his organ sprang free from the garment and slapped against the flatness of his stomach.

He smiled coyly at her on the bed.  “Not bad for an old man, huh?”

“You’re far from being old, Michael.”

“Fifty is closer than I’d like it to be,” he answered, sliding up against her.

“Fifty going on twenty-one,” she teased.

He kissed her, gently dragging his tongue over her open mouth.  “You wouldn’t have wanted to know me at twenty-one,” he answered.  “I was wild and without fear, which is never a good combination.

“And you’re not now?”

His attention moved to her throat then to her breasts.  His lips ignited little fires on each spot he touched.  “A small part of me will always remain wild.  It comes with the music I play.  But, for the most part, I’m tame.”

“Michael?” He glanced up at her, his eyes heavy with lust.  “Yeah?”

“Show me your wild side.”

His mouth slid into the provocative half-grin he was known the world over and fell back onto her skin.  Then he loved her.  He loved her first with his fingers, then with his mouth, and when she absolutely begged for it, he loved her with his sex.  Over and over, he chased her up peaks and teased her in valleys, never thinking of his own reward.  Watching her body flush red and glisten with sweat was gift enough for him.

Then her hands circled his neck and pulled him close.  “Baby, I love you so much,” she sighed.

It had been months since he had heard her say the words with such sincerity, it made his eye fill with tears.  “I love you, too.”

They lay entwined, without disconnecting.  He closed his eyes, completely content for the first time in months.  She cuddled against his chest, her fingers drifting about his torso with no destination in mind.

“You know our first anniversary is coming up soon,” he said softly, toying with the strands of her hair.

“Yes, I know.”

“I think we should go away and celebrate.  We can go anywhere you want: Paris, Rome, Tokyo.  You name it and I will make all the arrangements.”

Annie tipped her head back and studied his face.  “Does it have to be so far away?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’d rather not travel out of the country with the baby.  Could we stay closer to home and her doctor?”

“I suppose so.  We could head north to Vermont, New Hampshire or Maine.”

She smiled.  That’s sounds a lot better.”

“Okay.  I’ll make some calls.”

“You don’t mind if we stay local, do you?” she asked.

“I don’t care where we go as long as you’re with me.”

The next day, Michael set the wheels in motion for their anniversary trip.  Annie didn’t want to go for a full week so a long weekend was planned instead.  He had the travel agent his band used reserve a secluded cabin in New Hampshire on a lake beneath a mountain.  Wanting the destination to be a surprise to Annie, he kept the final arrangements to himself.