“Do you play the piano?”
That made him pause, then he resumed his smooth, even thrusting. “A little,” he answered.
I brushed his hair back, loving how it wound itself around my fingers and wrists. “Then you should know how to use more than one part of your body to make music,” I said.
His husky laugh floated past my ear and I couldn’t help but smile. “Tease,” he said, pressing into me and grinding his hips against mine. We both gasped in unison at the unexpected jolt of pleasure that went through each of us. Cas sobered instantly. “You’re right, you know,” he said continuing his monologue. “I have to use both hands to play my guitar. She won’t sing unless I strike the chord just right. On the other hand, with you, I can use more than just my hands to make your body sing. Would you like
