The time we took The Dutchess together on the lake,
Our first dinner together...
My first kiss,
The first time he made love to me...
The day I met Him, I began to forget a life without Him
Seeing Him, feeling Him, loving Him,
Constantly,
Consistently,
Continually,
Him...
It wasn't until I met Him that I learned to let myself truly feel and fall in love...
I didn't see Him coming. I never thought I'd ever be able to take my mind off of all the pain, yet the way He loves me... He makes it all go away
Like a light that never fades, the way he's made me fall into all-encompassing love, He gives me this feeling, this everglow...
"What are you up to over there?" Freddie sat at the piano, pausing in the midst of writing a song to call Lucy out of her thoughts, raising a playful eyebrow to her before biting his lip.
"Just a little something..." Lucy collected her pen and notepad that she'd been writing with and moved over to stand by the piano where Freddie sat, leaning onto it on her elbows.
Freddie's fingers pressed down on the keys, playing a few more chords while he smiled at her. "Are you gonna share that little something with me?"
Lucy watched him play, his graceful fingers transitioning through soft and irresistible to gorgeous grand and everything melodious in between, absolutely enamored watching him express in his element.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"I think I will. But later."
"Show me now," Freddie glanced up from the keys at her with coy eyes.
He stood from the piano and came up behind her. "You sweet little kitten, getting into all of these new things... are you getting your vocal cords ready too?"
Lucy hugged her notebook against her chest. "Do you want me to?"
"Oh of course I do," he purred into her ear. "And I'll need you to be ready to handle the real heavy ones..."
She leaned over the lid of the piano and Freddie pressed his body against hers. His hands slid up and down her waist, scratching her sides and tickling gently until he felt goosebumps begin to prickle on her skin.
Freddie's hands continued to roam, traveling up her body and finding her neck, his fingers curling around her throat as he craned her head back toward him, her whole entire body responding to his possessive grasp. "Show me now."
She submitted into his grip, but retaliated by pressing her backside into his hips and rocking slightly. "What exactly do you want to see?"
His other hand played with the hem of her skirt before his fingers slipped into her panties. "I want to see the face you make when you come undone for me.."
Her breathing hitched when Freddie hooked his finger onto her panties and slid them down her legs, letting them fall to the floor of the rehearsal room.
Freddie lifted her skirt and bunched it in his fists around her waist as he leaned her further over the piano, causing her to lay the notebook down onto the lid and give into him.
Slowly, his hand slid down the warmth of her side and hip, lowering to the softness between her legs. He began to stroke her folds, feeling her tremble beneath his fingertips as he found every tender, private crevice hidden to everyone except him.
When she closed her eyes, fingertips clawing at the piano as soft moans escaped from her lips, Freddie peeked over her shoulder and read her open notebook, quickly scanning its contents and reading what she wrote about him. "I make you feel that way, honey? I'm going to make you feel all these things you wrote, over and over and over..."
Leisurely, his fingers continued to caress her folds, sliding through their wetness. "You like it just like this don't you, does that feel good?" Urged on by her muted cries, he slowed the motion of his fingers and savored the glide over her slick and sensitive flesh. "I'm gonna show you why when I first saw you, I had to see you again. And again, and again..."
He slipped his fingers into her softness, feeling her heat convulse around him. "When we get home, I'm gonna make you remember every single time we made love... and fill you with my fucking cum... Just like you like it."
Incoherent, soft and velvet cries of his name rose from her throat. "That's absolutely beautiful, darling... you feel it coming? Yeah? Let it come, darling.. Cum for me."
Freddie turned her face to look at him, and Lucy nodded her head obediently in between another whine of his name. She began to buck her hips until her fulfillment peaked, stilling her body and leaving her breathless, all while Freddie watched her face contort in pleasure as she came for him.
He claimed her lips in a kiss before he withdrew his fingers, making sure she was watching him when he licked them clean of her juices, loving the whimper she let out at the erotic sight.
"You sure showed me, didn't you?" He kissed her cheek and slid her panties back up her legs and lowered her skirt, although she doubted that would help her decency much at all, considering the pleasure that had played across her face as she tried to catch her breath.
"We need to finalize arrangements to record before we lose the booking." Brian came to stand in the door frame of the rehearsal room with a reminder, nearly startling Lucy.
"Yeah yeah," Freddie hugged his arms around Lucy's waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. "We're coming."
-:¦:--:¦:--:¦:--:¦:--:¦:--:¦:-
👋 Welcome to VOLUME 2 of the ESCAPISM series! The 2nd part of Freddie and Lucy's story where a lot has changed
💛 I recommend starting with ESCAPISM: Vol 1 if you're new to the series!
📖 Next chapter is on the way! don't forget to ⭐click the star⭐ to vote~!
