Bianca loved watching Ava on stage. Her confidence in front of massive crowds. The playful exchanges with the other musicians. The way Ava could make her feel like she was playing only for her in a roomful of thousands of strangers. All these things made her feel special. Then there was the way Ava’s strong, toned arms played such beautiful music. The brilliant light in her sapphire eyes when she played a particularly difficult piece to perfection, and the way her long, adept fingers worked magic on the violin. Every time Bianca watched Ava make music, every single time, she got turned on.
As soon as the concert ended, she made her way to Ava’s dressing room. Bianca walked directly to Ava and kissed her. “Great show, you were fantastic. How soon can we get out of here?”
“Thanks. Um, I need to make an appearance at the merchandise table. Then I’d like to change out of this dress. Maybe forty-five minutes tops.”
“Make it thirty and I’ll make it worth your while.”
Bianca watched as Ava got her meaning and saw the lust and desire in her eyes.
“I’ll make that happen.”
“Good.”
***
Once Ava and Bianca arrived back at the hotel, they made their way quickly through the lobby and up to the room. The door had barely closed before Ava pushed Bianca against it. She kissed her hard, deliberately. The lust ripping through her couldn’t be contained. Bianca was just as frantic. She gripped Ava’s shoulder tightly. Ava reached behind Bianca and unzipped her dress and quickly pushed it down. She pushed up her bra, not bothering with the clasp, and pulled Bianca’s nipple into her mouth. She sucked it while she squeezed the other breast. Bianca’s hips were thrusting, seeking.
Ava plunged her hand into Bianca’s panties and slid her fingers over her hot, wet folds. She only brushed her swollen bundle of nerves, causing a moan to escape from Bianca’s lips. She drove two fingers into her. She fixed her gaze on Bianca’s face and watched her ride to a frenzied orgasm. Ava came with her, still fully clothed.
“Jesus, babe, what was that?”
“Did I hurt you?” Ava asked.
“Hell no. That was amazing.”
“I’ve been so wound up all day. Plus I always have a little extra energy after a good performance. I couldn’t help myself.”
“I’m not complaining. At all. As previously stated…amazing. I just have one question,” Bianca said.
“What’s that?”
“Why do you still have clothes on?”
“No idea.” Ava started to unbutton her shirt.
“Stop.”
Ava froze with the soft command.
“Turnabout is fair play; you undressed me, now I get to undress you.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Ava’s hands dropped to her sides.
“That’s better.”
Bianca took Ava’s hand and led her into the bedroom. She removed her own bra, panties, and shoes that Ava had never gotten fully off in their hasty but delightful coupling moments before. She stood naked a few feet from Ava and simply let her look. She could see the desire burning in her eyes and her breathing grew heavier. It was a powerful feeling to arouse Ava.
She knelt down and removed Ava’s boots. Then she slowly drew down her jeans having her step out of them, leaving her panties on for the moment. “Spread your legs just a bit.”
Ava complied.
Bianca gently slid her hands up Ava’s smooth legs and gripped her
bottom. She squeezed and pulled Ava to her. She placed a soft kiss on her
covered mound at the apex of her legs. She felt Ava
start to quiver. “Patience, darling, we’re going to take this very slowly.”
“I think I need to lie down.”
“Oh you will, but only when I say.”
Ava nodded slightly. “As you wish.”
Bianca stood and began to unbutton Ava’s shirt. She placed a light kiss on each uncovered patch of skin. Ava was trembling steadily now. Bianca pushed her shirt over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She studied Ava in her bra and panties. She licked her lips. She wanted so badly to taste her, but she was committed to going as slowly this time as they had gone fast a short time before.
She clasped Ava’s hand and led her to the bed. “Turn around.”
Ava turned to face the bed. Bianca unhooked her bra. She reached around and massaged her breasts, pressing her own into Ava’s back. She worked her nipples into stiff peaks. Without ever lifting her hands, she moved to Ava’s panties. She pulled them down so very slowly. Ava whimpered. Finally, she said, “Lie on your stomach across the bed.”
“Bianca,” Ava’s words were a plea, “I need…”
“I know what you need. Lie down.”
Ava protested no further. She lay on the bed, face down. Her arms near her head, her cheek against the soft duvet. Simply waiting to discover what Bianca had in store for her was a tremendous turn on all by itself. Her clit throbbed so hard, she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.
She wanted to, more than she would have thought possible. No woman had ever tried to dominate her. She had no idea how hot it would be. Being able to cede control to someone, not having to make every decision. She’d never considered the way that would free up her mind to simply enjoy all that was happening.
She’d never felt more exposed or vulnerable. On the other hand, no woman before Bianca had ever made her feel so secure and safe. Nobody had ever spent so much time showing her how much she was treasured and craved. She was willing to do anything Bianca wanted her to, as long as she didn’t stop touching her.
She felt Bianca climb onto the bed and heard herself whimper. Bianca was driving her mad and she wasn’t even touching her at the moment. Bianca swung her leg over Ava and straddled her back. Ava sucked in a breath as Bianca’s wet center made contact with her skin. “You’re so wet.”
“You do that to me. Now, close your eyes and relax. Let me take care of you.”
Ava shut her eyes and waited. Bianca shifted and her hair shrouded Ava’s face a moment before Bianca kissed the side of her neck, her shoulder and slowly, ever so slowly, started working her way down Ava’s body. Whisper soft kisses and featherlight touches on the sides of her breasts made her nipples harden more. Soft massages of her bottom, with Bianca’s thumb brushing through her slick lips made her center clench in anticipation.
Ava lost all sense of time, but it seemed Bianca was in no hurry. That was fine with her. She could not remember being so worked up before. She loved the journey Bianca was taking her on. But she needed release. Soon. The languid caresses shot pulses directly to Ava’s clit, and she couldn’t resist any longer. “Please, Bianca.”
“Please, what?”
“Please.”
“Tell me what you need.”
“I need you. Inside me. Finish it. Please.”
“Get on your hands and knees.”
Ava did as she was told. She stuck her ass in the air, willing to give Bianca anything she wanted. Bianca rewarded her immediately. She thrust two fingers into Ava’s slick hole and reached around with her other hand, sliding her fingers through her wet folds until she landed on her swollen clit. “Jesus!”
So many sensations all at once, Ava was overcome. Her body took over and she ground back onto Bianca’s fingers. Bianca stayed with her, thrusting into her from one side and fingering her bundle of nerves from the other. Under such a wondrous attack, Ava had no hope of holding out for very long. As the orgasm tore through her she flooded Bianca’s hands and collapsed onto the bed. She couldn’t move; she couldn’t even think for several moments.
The next thing she was aware of was the weight of Bianca on her legs. She had lain across her, apparently to get a better angle. She licked and sucked up all the juices on Ava’s well loved pussy. The sexy sounds Bianca was making drove Ava up even higher than before. She thrust her hips to ride Bianca’s tongue, and in no time at all she came again.
Bianca crawled up next to Ava so she could see her face. She gathered her close as the aftershocks settled. She kissed her forehead, her nose, and finally her mouth. Ava opened her eyes.
“Oh my God, how do you do this to me every time?”
“What do I do to you?” Bianca asked.
“You leave me completely spent.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“No, of course not. It’s fantastic. I just can’t seem to keep up with you,” Ava said.
“Oh, I think you keep up just fine. You were the one who started this you know. You pinned me to the door when we were barely in the room.”
“Oh yeah, I did do that, didn’t I?”
“You certainly did. There is something to be said for frenzied and frantic,” Bianca said.
Ava rolled onto her side and scooted as close as she could get to Bianca. She kissed her, thoroughly, completely, leaving them both breathless. “There’s also something to be said for slow and thorough.”
“No reason we can’t have both.”
Ava rolled them so she lay on top of Bianca. “I like the way you think.” She bent her head down for another kiss.
Later, Bianca lay beside Ava, who had dropped off into slumber. She was fully satiated and content. Ava looked even younger at rest. Her always inquisitive, curious eyes were shut. Her full lips were relaxed into a gentle smile. Her golden hair fanned out around her face and created a partial halo on the pillow.
The depth of emotion Bianca felt welling up in her was unwelcome if not completely unexpected. She didn’t want what was between her and Ava to be complicated. They were supposed to keep it simple and carefree. Nothing felt easy right now. She was developing real feelings for Ava. She was in danger of losing her heart to Ava. Maybe she already had.
***
Ava and Bianca entered the reception room together. They maintained a modest distance from one another as this was a work function for Ava. Being groomed from a very young age to handle any social situation with ease and grace, didn’t mean Ava had to like them. She wasn’t very comfortable with people. Performing for thousands up on a stage was easier than chatting with a small group at a cocktail party.
Unfortunately, she was frequently called upon to do just that. Most of the big symphonies had either before or after parties for their largest donors. This required the musicians, all of the musicians, to mingle. Having Bianca attend them with her made the conversation feel less forced. Everything seemed to be easier with Bianca at her side.
“How about I get us some wine?” Bianca asked.
“I would appreciate that.”
***
Bianca stood at the bar trying to get the bartender’s attention. He was busy on the other side of the bar, so she settled in to wait. When she felt someone tap her shoulder she turned, half expecting it to be Ava. She was surprised to see a stranger next to her.
“Excuse me, are you BJ Vega?”
Bianca was surprised someone was addressing her by name. She looked up to study the woman. She was tall and lanky with olive toned skin and short spiky black hair with a bit of gray at the temples. Her gray eyes were wide with interest. Her wide mouth set in a friendly smile. She was, in a word, gorgeous. “I am, but how did you know that?”
The stranger held out her hand. “I’m a big fan.”
“Of mine?”
“Of your writing. But now that you mention it, I could quickly become a big fan of yours,” she said with unmistakable flirtation.
Bianca shook her hand. “Thank you for the first, not interested in the second.” Bianca turned back to the bar and the woman stood beside her.
“Too bad. I’m Wren by the way.”
“Hello, Wren. When I’m not writing, I’m Bianca. Are you with the orchestra?”
“No, I’m a singer.”
Bianca looked harder at the woman next to her. “Wait. Are you Wren Stark?”
“Guilty.”
“How do you know about my work and what are you doing in Berlin?”
“I’ve been reading a lot of biographies lately and I came across yours on Etheridge. It was genuine and compelling. I like your style.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m actually in Berlin looking for you.”
“Seriously?”
“As I said, I’m a big fan and I’m looking for someone
to ghostwrite my autobiography. I’m hoping you’ll agree to take it on.”
The bartender arrived and Bianca bought a little time by placing her order for two glasses of white wine. She turned back to Wren. “I’m flattered, I think, although still a little confused how you found me. But I’m in the middle of a project right now. I don’t know when I’ll be ready to take on a new book.”
“Fortunately, I have no set timeline on my project. Please at least tell me you’ll think about it?”
Bianca didn’t see any harm in at least considering the possibility, especially since Ava was clearly still reluctant and hesitant to commit to the larger project. “I will think about it.”
“Great.” Wren pulled out a business card from her pocket. “This has all the ways to contact me. I hope you’ll be in touch.”
“One way or another I will let you know.”
***
With Bianca at the bar, Ava cast about for something to do. She should mingle, that was her job, but she hated this part. Her team would bring the next donor over for her to chat in a few minutes, she was sure. In the meantime, she was at loose ends and very uncomfortable. Fortunately, she spotted someone she knew. She made her way over to Hendrik, a musician she had met the previous year. As soon as he noticed her headed his way he threw his arms open. “Ava, how are you?”
“I’m well. How are you and the family?” Ava returned the warm embrace.
“All are well. Where have you been hiding yourself this trip? You run off after rehearsal; we haven’t had a chance to catch up.”
“You’re right. We should do that. I have been spending a lot of time with…a new friend.”
“Is that the brunette that has been hanging around?”
“Yes. Her name is Bianca.” Saying her name made Ava want to lay eyes on her. She looked over to the bar. Her delight in spotting Bianca was short-lived as she saw her blush as she talked to another woman. They appeared to be having a somewhat intimate conversation given how close they were standing to one another. “Do you know who Bianca is talking with at the bar?”
Hendrik glanced over. “Sure. That’s Wren Stark. She’s made a name for herself in America. She is also becoming quite popular in Europe these days.”
Ava didn’t like how the tall, dark-haired woman was leaning toward Bianca. A part of her knew she was being a bit ridiculous, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself. She breathed a small sigh of relief when Wren walked away.
Bianca turned and watched Wren walk away. She was torn between amusement and confusion by the entire encounter. She picked up the wine the bartender had left behind her and walked over to Ava, offering her a glass. “Hi.”
“Hi. Was that Wren Stark you were talking to?”
“Yes. Do you know her?”
“Only of her. How do you know her?”
“We just met. She says she’s a fan of my writing and wants me to help her with a project.”
“Are you going to help her?”
“I don’t know yet, but since she has no timeline in mind, I told her I would think about it.”
“I see.”
Bianca couldn’t tell what Ava was thinking as she looked around the room.
“Look, I think I’ve been here long enough. What do you say we take off and go back to my suite?”
“I really like that idea,” Bianca said.
“Fantastic.” Ava took Bianca’s hand and guided them out the door.
***
“Let’s do something different this evening,” Bianca said as they walked into the suite.
“What do you have in mind?” Ava was intrigued and Bianca had her undivided attention.
“How about we change into our pajamas, make some popcorn, climb into bed, and watch a movie?”
“That sounds perfect.”
Once they had changed, they raided the mini-fridge and snack box. They had a virtual feast of junk food between them on the bed. Bianca held the remote. “So do you have any preferences?”
“I have a confession.”
“What’s that?” Bianca asked.
“I haven’t watched a lot of movies. So, anything you pick, there’s a good chance I haven’t seen it.”
“Seriously? How about The Hundred-Foot Journey?”
“I don’t think I’ve seen that one. What’s it about?” Ava asked.
“If you’d seen it you’d know. You have to see it.”
“Okay.”
“What about Under the Tuscan Sun?” Bianca asked.
Ava shrugged. “Nope.”
“Goonies?”
“Never heard of it.”
“Tombstone?”
“Sounds depressing,” Ava said.
“It actually has some funny parts, but some parts are sad. How about Pretty Woman?”
“I’ve heard of that one. Julia Roberts, right?”
“Yes. Clearly we need to work on your movie repertoire.”
“So educate me.”
Bianca tapped the remote against her lips while thinking. “Where to start? That is the question. Shall we start chronologically, by genre, or importance of the film?”
“What’s your favorite movie of all time?”
“I couldn’t possibly pick just one. Some of my favorites besides the ones I mentioned are The Princess Bride, Blindside, and The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel but there are so many good ones.”
“So, why don’t we start with one of those?”
“Makes sense.” Bianca played with the remote until she pulled one of the movies up on the screen. “We’ll start with The Princess Bride because it has a little bit of everything—comedy, romance, drama, magic, action, and more.”
“Sounds good.”
As the opening credits appeared on the screen, Ava glanced toward Bianca. They weren’t doing anything exceptional, simply cuddling on the bed watching a movie. But every moment she spent with Bianca seemed special. She had never been so comfortable with another person. Bianca was already engrossed in the movie. Ava turned back to the screen. She was excited to see what Bianca saw in this film.
What she’d confessed to Bianca was true. She hadn’t watched many movies. It felt weird for her to watch a movie alone and she rarely had anyone around that she wanted to spend that much time with. But it felt completely right to be watching a movie with Bianca. Everything with Bianca felt right.
She reached into the popcorn bowl and grazed Bianca’s hand. “This is nice. Thank you.”
“Thank you for being open to it.”
***
Bianca woke at first light, her body pressed tightly to Ava’s. She was already warm and pliant from sleep, but consciousness sparked the lust that was never far away when Ava was nearby. But right this moment, she wanted something more than instant gratification. She gently roused her. “Ava?” she whispered.
Ava turned in her arms and slowly opened her eyes. “Good morning.”
“Good morning. I’d like you to do something for me.”
Ava snuggled closer. “Sure, what do you need?” Ava started moving her hands languidly up and down Bianca’s back.
“I’d like you to play a song for me.”
Ava’s eyebrow winged up. “Right now?”
“Yes.”
Ava studied her for several moments. “Okay, if that’s what you want. Let me put on some clothes.”
“No.”
“No?”
“As you are.” Bianca slid out of bed and held out her hand. “Come with me.”
Ava took her hand and climbed out of bed. “Where?”
Bianca led them into the living room area and stood Ava beside the ottoman. “Put one leg up here on the sofa.” She patted the cushion indicating the spot.
“Like this?”
“Yes. Now wait right there.” Bianca strode purposefully to Ava’s violin case and brought it back to her. “Here.”
“You want me to stand like this and play for you?”
“Yes, please.”
Ava opened the case and lifted her violin and bow out of it. “Any requests?”
“No specific song. Play whatever you want, but no matter what happens, try your hardest to keep playing.”
“What’s going to happen?” Ava’s voice trembled slightly.
“Play for me and you’ll find out.”
Ava began to play. Bianca stood a few feet from Ava and swayed to the music. She lifted her arms and moved in time with the music. She pulled her hands down and fondled her own breasts. She continued moving her hands over herself as though they were a lover’s touch. She might have felt self-conscious if she couldn’t tell how much touching herself was arousing Ava.
Music filled the room. Bianca turned her back on Ava and bent over, spreading herself wide open, giving Ava a clear view of her. She slapped her own ass, watching Ava’s reaction over her shoulder. Her teasing was having the desired impact. Ava’s skin was flushed, her breathing erratic, her nipples hard, and her mound glistening. She was fully aroused, but she didn’t stop playing.
Bianca moved to Ava then. Her arms moved so gracefully to produce beautiful music on the violin. Bianca reached under Ava’s arms to run her thumbs over her fully erect nipples. She gently grazed the sides of Ava’s breasts and saw her struggle to keep the rhythm of the music. She removed her hands. “Keep playing.”
Once Ava was able to recapture the rhythm that had momentarily escaped her, Bianca knelt in front of her. She watched as anticipation and desire washed across Ava’s face. She gripped Ava’s buttocks and massaged her cheeks. Ava played on. Bianca sat back on her heels for a moment and simply watched Ava make stunning music. Her own center throbbed. She met Ava’s hungry gaze. “Remember, no matter what happens, try your very hardest to keep playing.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Bianca leaned forward, stuck out her tongue, and slowly licked up and down Ava’s labia. Ava’s legs trembled slightly, but the music remained steady. “Good girl.” Bianca circled Ava’s clit with her tongue, with only the slightest pressure and then backed off. She moved her tongue around Ava’s opening and dragged it back up through her folds. Ava’s hips were now moving back and forth trying to make contact with Bianca’s tongue where she needed it most. The violin remained steady.
Ava found she had to concentrate so hard on keeping the rhythm strong that she was only marginally aware of what Bianca was doing to her. Somehow it made the delicious torture even more exquisite. Normally, Ava could flawlessly play hundreds of songs without much thought. Right now though, she had to keep tremendous focus so she wouldn’t disappoint Bianca.
Bianca moved one hand around to massage Ava’s bottom. She took Ava fully into her mouth. With her other hand, she thrust two fingers into Ava’s slit. Ava almost lost it when all those sensations hit her at once. She managed, just barely, to regain control after missing only one beat. She looked down fearful that Bianca would stop because she had messed up the music. Bianca didn’t stop, so she played on.
She was so close. But she had to keep playing. Her body was shaking. She was going to lose it. She gripped her violin tighter and moved the bow faster into an up-tempo to match the feelings racing up her body and coalescing in her center. As she crested, her legs buckled and she fell back onto the ottoman. She wasn’t sure how but she was still playing, effectively on her back. Bianca was still feasting on her center and she took her over again.
Finally, Bianca raised her head. “You can stop playing now.”
Ava slowed her bow and brought the song to an end.
Bianca took the violin and bow from her and set them gently in the case. Then she helped Ava up from the ottoman and over to the couch where she cradled her in her arms. She kissed her gently, and then tilted her chin so she could face her squarely. “Thank you for playing for me.”
“Um, obviously my pleasure.”
“As soon as I woke up I knew I had to have you like that. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Oh, I definitely didn’t mind. I’m happy to play for you any time.”
“I’ll remember that.”