Divine Intervention: One Shots

The Piano

I arrived home from a long weekend with my family and there was a black baby grand piano in the living room. I called out for Avi. He came out of the hallway barefoot, wearing loose fitting blue jeans and a white t-shirt with a gigantic smile on his face. His hair was damp, the curls falling over his shoulders. 

“Isn’t she beautiful?” 

I couldn’t argue with him. “Why is she here?” I asked. 

He came up to me and wrapped his arms around me. “I wanted to get some practice in and I couldn’t resist.” 

I wrapped my arms around him and snuggled in tight. “You know I love to listen to you play, right?” 

He looked down at me and winked. “I might have had a sneaking suspicion about that.” He kissed the top of my head. “Go shower and change into something comfortable and we can test the limits of your listening.” He always knew exactly what I wanted after a long flight. 

I headed back to the bedroom and emptied my suitcase into the hamper. I stripped out of my clothes and added them to the  hamper as well. I took a quick shower and went back to the bedroom and discovered that he had laid out my favorite pair of plaid pajama pants, one of his soft t-shirts and a pair of cotton panties. He had also taken the hamper. I smiled at the thoughtfulness. I got dressed, pulled my damp hair into a messy bun, and headed back out to the living room to join him. 

He was already playing something soft and pretty that I did not recognize. “Something new?” 

He turned to me and smiled his best smile. They are all his best smile, who am I kidding. “Just something I am playing around with. Do you like it?" 

I walked to where I was standing behind him and placed my arms around his shoulders. “It’s pretty. Kind of sad though.” I kissed his cheek and sat next to him on the bench. 

He put his arm around me, “It’s how I feel when you aren’t around.” 

I leaned my head on his shoulder and absently touched a few keys. He took my hand in his and guided them slowly over the keys producing the same melody. His lips were against my ear. 

“God I missed you. Next time I am going with you.” 

His words were barely a whisper. The next thing I knew his lips were on my neck kissing the tender spots and making me moan. Our hands forgot what they were doing and he was turning my face towards his. His lips found mine and his hands were on either side of my face. He was kissing me like his life depended on it. I turned and straddled the bench. I wrapped my arms  around his neck and surrendered to his kiss.

His arms were around my back. He alternated tugging on my shirt and holding me tight. He kissed across my jaw and down my neck. His fingers pulled that soft t-shirt from my body and discarded it on the floor. He lowered me slowly to my back on the padded bench. I moaned as his lips blazed a trail down my neck and my chest. His beard tickled the sensitive skin of my belly as he continued his line of kisses stopping at my belly button. His fingers gripped the waistband of my pajama pants and my panties as he slowly pulled them over my hips. He resumed his kisses stopping at the crest of my left hip bone . I heard and felt the ‘I love you’ against my skin right before his tongue found my clit. 

I tangled my hands in his hair as his name fell from my lips. I felt him smile as his mouth worked wonders on my core. His hands were tight on my hips, holding them steady as I lay on that piano bench. It wasn’t long before I was moaning his name and other things incoherently and coming undone. I couldn’t breathe as I hit my orgasm. He crawled up my body and found my lips. He pulled his shirt over his head and quickly removed his jeans and boxer briefs. He put his hands behind my back and lifted me easily, sitting me on the bench. He pulled my butt to the very edge of the bench and I leaned back on my elbows on the keys of the piano. We both laughed at the ugly chord it created. He took that moment to slip his body into mine. I wrapped my legs around his hips and let him find the pace he needed. His hands found the keys and created another ugly chord, but it didn’t matter. He was hitting all the right spots in me. Once again it didn’t take long for me to give him his name or for him to echo it with mine. We were both tumbling off the edge as he slowed down and lowered us safely to the floor. 

I caught my breath and curled into his chest. 

He kissed my forehead softly. “I think we make beautiful music together, don’t you think?” 

All I could do was laugh.