Martina gets what she wants

John's cock had not yet completely taken over the thinking for him. Was he really allowed to do that? He wanted to, yes. Which man could have said no when a beautiful woman invited him like this? And yet he hesitated. Was he taking advantage of her? Or did she want it too?

The concertmaster noticed his reticence. She could see the doubt in his eyes. She had already invested too much to abandon it now. She made the decision for him.

Martina pulled him close and kissed him, at the same time clasping his hips with her legs. As if of its own accord, the tip of his member found her wet, receptive sheath. He slid inside. Oh, bliss! Natural instincts became predominant. He felt hot. Soon he had to remove his lips from hers so that he didn't run out of air.

His lover did not remain passive. She picked up his rhythm and thrust her pelvis towards him. She caressed his back, shoulders and hair with her hands. Her mouth whispered sweet compliments.

The conductor sank neck and crop into the arousing love play. The world around him disappeared. He lived only for now and here. And for the beautiful woman he was united with.

He focused on her. He saw her flushed face, her slightly open mouth. Her blonde mane had spread around her like a halo. Her chest rose and fell to the rapid beat of her labored breathing. A scent of roses and jasmine wafted around her.

John felt more alive than he had in years. He hadn't had sex since breaking up with his girlfriend. He hadn't really missed it either. There had always been more than enough to keep him busy and demand his full commitment. A life of constant concert touring around the world was not particularly compatible with a stable relationship.

Now he realized that he had made a mistake. He had been missing something that he hadn't known what it was. The realization dawned on him: like every human being, he needed another person with whom he could harmonize. Only as a duet the song of life was complete.

Pure happiness flowed through him when he was looking at his partner and understood that she was indeed this special person. She was the voice that sang the lead motif on his score.

His climax raced towards him, unstoppable. And yet he wanted to stop it because he realized that she wasn't ready yet. He didn't want to reach heaven without taking her with him. But she tempted him, invited him, opened the gate for him.

"Come, for me. Don't hold back."

How could he not obey this summons? He increased his pace - and reached the peak of pleasure. He tensed all his muscles, sank deep into his playmate and poured out his seed.

He slumped down and lay heavily on Martina. She held him tight and cooed, praising him and rhapsodizing about how wonderful it had been.

"John, I want to ask you something."

"Anything, my darling."

"Will you make sure I stay concertmaster?"

He laughed happily. How could she ever doubt it? The solution to his dilemma was so obvious in front of him that he wondered how he could have missed it until now. If Martina and he became a couple, if they shared music, love and life from now on, then they could always be together, go on tour together, enjoy their time together before, during and after every concert.

"But yes, of course. No one else could ever replace you."

Martina smiled.