Saint's Redemption — By Mya
On May 7th, Mya returned with a new release and she has a special sneak peek for you to read below.
Avery Duval
I gave him a brief tour of my apartment and ended with us in the studio. Saint’s eyes traveled around the cozy room with excitement. I could tell he hadn’t been in many home studios because he looked like a bad ass kid ready to touch everything. As his hand skirted across the piano, I knew if I didn’t intervene, he’d think he was Ray Charles and start tapping away.
“This is where all the magic happens.”
“This shit is so cool. Can you teach me how to play something?” His request was asked in the softest tone as if he were afraid of being told no.
I smiled before replying, “Sit down.”
Filled with innocent joy, he claimed a seat on the piano bench. I sat beside him and placed my hands on the keyboard. With a deep breath, I quickly played the melody and bass of the song. Skillfully, my fingers skirted across the keys with precision and familiarity. I could play this song in my sleep.
“Is that ‘My Girl’ by the Temptations?” Saint questioned as he watched me in awe. Seeing this side of him was amusing. He was too cute, trying to follow along.
“Yes.” I placed his hand on the keys. “Mimic what I do.” I placed my hands on the mirror keys and began reciting the notes. “G, CC, G, CC.”
“Like that?”
His tongue poked out slightly as he focused on the notes. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as I watched him hit the keys repeatedly. In such a vulnerable state of learning, all I could think about was sliding my pussy down his face and riding him until we both passed out.
“Perfect.”
Once he got that down, we moved on to the next portion of the song. “C2, D, E, A, G, C3, F.”
I repeated those keys until he got the melody down. We played both parts together, and finally, the all too familiar sound of the song filled the studio air. Once we’d finished, Saint peered over at me with his beautiful, captivating brown eyes.
“Thank you for teaching me that. Will I remember it later? Probably not. However, the shit was fun as hell for the time being.”
I bellowed out a deep laugh. “Boy! You’re so funny.”
“I’m serious,” he replied with a light chuckle. “You’re an amazing teacher. You ever thought about starting classes?”
I shook my head. “I’m not really the teaching type. I prefer a nice, relaxed studio with limited interactions from others. You’re actually the first person to ever touch my home studio keyboard.”
“So I’m special?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
I licked my lips. His eyes watched my tongue like a hawk. “Yeah.” My voice was barely audible as his gaze sent chills down my spine.
Leaning forward, Saint slid his hand behind my neck and gripped the area, firmly eliciting a gentle moan from my slightly parted lips. “How special am I, Avery?”
“V-very special.”
“Am I making you nervous?” he questioned.
“Duh. You’ve got your big ass hand on my neck with this sexy ass voice. I’m soaking through my panties right now.”
“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow. “Can I feel it?”
“You can do more than just feel it,” I replied hastily. “Please.”
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