Each string vibrates as he tugs the cords releasing a beautiful mix of intimate sounds.
They’re repetitive putting out the same tunes from the instrument, beautiful whimpering tunes. He creates a perfect rhythm with his hands, never missing a beat, something most people couldn’t do.
Or at least most people dealing with this instrument but he did it with ease having complete control of what he was yielding. The melody rose with tension just one extra cord begging to be played would send the song over the edge but he slowed down letting his lips do all the work again releasing the same beautiful sounds thought to never exist.
The song taunted his audience with such a close release into bliss but he kept his hushed words to a minimum making the most awaited part seem farther and farther away until he seemed to think they were ready for the euphoria.
He pushes his way open into the ****** of the song using his hands and lips tugging at the tension he pulled back on going faster and faster until it broke. The song withering around him as he fights to keep it steady from the explosion. He uses the music still flowing through the air to keep him going trying to steady the pace until the vibrations end his strumming along with it.
The girl still panting on the bed with cherry red lips matching the man's swollen ones was an alluring sight but he had a gig tonight and his guitar was waiting for him at home.