The Music of the Night

She stood by herself on the balcony. The slight breeze played with her loose curls, twisting them as if they had a life of their own. She gazed out into the night, breathing in the cool, clean scent of the ocean, watching the bright moonlight ripple on the waves.

He watched her, her fingers tapping the rhythm of the music he was playing on the handrail, her body swaying ever so slightly. He felt like he was a snake charmer, the rippling notes pouring from his fingertips hypnotising and possessing her. There was something vaguely erotic about the movement and he felt himself becoming aroused.

The song he was playing came to an end but he barely noticed the polite applause from the diners ranged around. He only had eyes for her. Her fingers had stilled, but her posture hadn't changed. From where he was he could just see the smooth curve of her cheek, her throat, glowing pale in the moonlight.

Without taking his eyes off her his hands drifted over the keys, filling the room with his longing as the rippling notes reached out to the only person he wanted to hear. Slowly, almost as though she was unaware of it, her body started to sway in response.

His hands moved faster, fingers becoming bolder and more forceful as his desire seized him. The notes became darker, fiercer, more sensual and he saw the effect it had on her as her hips came alive, writhing sensuously beneath the fabric of her dress. He bit his lip, a sharp stab of pain that briefly pierced the fog that had filled his mind, and for a moment he marvelled at the effect he was having on every person in the room, not just the object of his attention. All around him couples were either watching him spellbound or staring into each other's eyes completely captivated by the desire and passion they found in each other.

He once again turned his eyes to the balcony to find she had turned slightly so she could lean against the barrier, her head tilted thoughtfully, and the hint of a smile curving her lips. He imagined walking out onto the balcony and sweeping her hair to the side so he could trace the curve of her neck with his mouth, hearing her gasp and sigh as she melted into his embrace. He poured it all into his music, watching as she tilted her head further and relaxed back as though he really had touched her.

His fingers moved feverishly across the keys as his mind conjured fantasies of tasting her full lips, feeling her body pressed against his as they swayed through the night, hearing her soft sighs in the throws of passion. He watched as her breathing deepened. Her fingers lightly stroked the fabric of her dress on her stomach, her hips, her thighs as though echoing every caress he wanted to give.

His thoughts swirled until he was dizzy. All he could see was her. He was making love to her through the music which was being wrenched from his body like the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced and he was completely at the mercy of the waves of desire flooding him. As he watched her body responding to every thought he played he knew that she was feeling it all somehow. He didn't understand this connection between them, as intangible as a memory but no less powerful.

Thoughts of her body laid bare, the soft scent of her skin, the hitch of her breath as he finally entered her triggered a change in the music once more. Deep bass notes with tinkling rippling high notes weaving sensually driving rhythms over the top had her skin flushing with delicate colour and he once again sunk his teeth into his lip to keep from groaning aloud.

In his mind and his music he made love to her slowly, the two of them moving together in perfect unison as the driving passion between them wound in ever tightening spirals. He could see her fingers trembling as she ran her fingers through her hair, tossing it over her shoulder and exposing the curve of her throat to the cool evening air.

He pulled her close and buried his face in those curls, the heady scent of her filling his senses even as the tight warmth of her surrounded him. Her faint gasps and murmurs of delight as he stroked the smooth skin of her back, cupping her buttocks and thrusting deeply as though wanting them to become one. She wound her arms around him, holding him as he was holding her. They were two alone on a raging tide of passion, holding on for dear life as the current spun them faster, clinging together lest they become lost.

In the distance he heard the most beautiful music reaching its crescendo as he heard her cry out. A wave of pure pleasure crashed down over them, forcing them down into a swirling vortex of light and sound and sensation, electricity and fire burning through them until there was nothing left but darkness and the pounding beat of their hearts.

The world slowly resolved around him, the smooth coolness of the piano keys beneath his trembling fingers and the final notes still humming in the air. He raised his head and looked around to find wide eyes staring back at him. His eyes darted across the room to the balcony where she still stood, her fingers gripping the railing for support. Her chest heaved as she gasped for air, her gaze far away as she stared out to sea.

He carefully closed the piano and raced across the room. At the doorway he paused, taking a deep breath before stepping onto the balcony.

The faint sound of his step reached her and she turned in surprise. Her soft lips opened in shock as her eyes swept over him. She took a step forwards and reached out a trembling hand to touch him. Her hand pressed against his chest and he captured it with his own, holding it so she could feel the pounding rhythm of his heart.

“It's you,” she marvelled, her eyes drinking in his face with such intensity that he thought he would melt.

“It's me,” he murmured, stepping closer until he could cup her face, his thumb lightly tracing her cheek.

“I thought you were a dream,” she murmured as he dipped his head to kiss her, “I didn't think it was possible for you to be real.”

“A dream?” he murmured against her lips. “Does this feel like dream?”

As his lips closed over hers she melted against him, just as he imagined she
would. He wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her close, her body
melding perfectly with his, and buried his face in her hair. In the distance the most beautiful music sighed on the wind and he knew that this time he would never let her go.