He's so agreeable, and the muscles in his stomach so vibrant and tight under her tongue as he raises his lower body, that she moans deeply with a sudden overwhelming upsurge in her desire for him, her fingers eagerly tugging his trousers and underwear down to his knees all at once and her breath drifting hot and quick down over his groin.

Her fingers dig into his hips and urge him to sit back down again, then she gently pulls his hand out from between her thighs. Tearing her eyes away from the glistening of his fingertips, she stands between him and the piano, pulling those frilly panties down to mid-thigh. "Help me, Herman," she breathes, craving his touch. Using the ledge where the sheet music goes to balance on, she arches her back a little.