Symphony In Rapture by Rachel Bo Read Free Book Online

and watched his darting tongue hungrily as he teased the tender tip until she shivered with the tantalizing sensations traveling from her chest to her groin. Abruptly, Nick slipped his arms under her and lifted her up, striding out of the room and down the hall. He entered the first doorway he came to—a guest bedroom, as he’d suspected—and hastened to lay her on the bed.
    He took the bowl of peaches and placed it on the bedside table, then confiscated the pastry bag and swirled more cream onto Michelle’s breasts. This time, hebreathed the cream from her, drawing air rapidly into his mouth, from as close to her nipples as he could possibly get without touching them. Michelle wiggled, trying to force contact, but he steadied her. “Back in a minute,” he said, and winked. A moment later, he returned, a measuring cup in one hand. He sat on the side of the bed. Reaching into the cup with two fingers, he grinned wolfishly. “I prefersugar with my peaches.” He sprinkled sparkling grains across her breasts, then set the sugar aside. He massaged the generous mounds with his large, capable hands. Michelle convulsed, the conflicting sensations of the sharp, translucent grains biting into her and Nick’s tender, smooth flesh gliding over them like silk driving her wild. Before she had completed climaxing, he bent, letting his tongue travel over the raw buds.
    Like pebbles in a pond, each stroke of Nick’s tongue sent ripples of pure pleasure through Michelle’s being. Trapped at the peak of her orgasm, she couldn’t breathe as he pressed harder and harder, the gentle sanding she had received heightening her nipples’ sensitivity, sending sinuous shocks of rapture spiraling into her core until she finally tumbled over the edge, crying out in ecstasy.
    Nick lessened the pressure of his tongue and began to gently nibble the sticky remnants of sugar from her fiery nipples and dark brown aureoles, tickling her soft skin. Michelle couldn’t suppress her moans of pleasure and abrupt cries. Nick coaxed the sweet music from her unremittingly, the stimulating symphony of her need stoking the fire in his loins. He brought her to climax again and again as he washed her burning breasts with his wet tongue, nipped her nipples with his teeth.
    Too soon, in Michelle’s opinion, Nick ceased his moist ministrations and stood. He reached for his zipper. “Let me,” Michelle whispered, but he stepped back.
    “No. I like watching you watch me.” He smiled as her eyes darkened with desire, her gaze half-lidded and yearning. He took his time, enjoying her rapt attention.
    His engorged cock popped free. Michelle reached out. Nick captured her hand. “No,” he murmured. He slipped out of his pants, then lifted her shirt, and she sat up as he pulled it over her head and tossed it aside. He climbed onto the bed, straddling her just below her succulent breasts. Entwining the fingers of both her hands in his, he pressed them back and above her head, into the pillows. He released her hands, a sharp glance warning her she shouldn’t move them. He pushed thick curls back from her ear and growled, “We’re going to enjoy one thing at a time—prolong each cadenza for as long as possible,mi fantaisie .” Michelle melted with expectation at the raw hunger in his voice. He raised up and positioned his cock between her breasts.
    Nick pushed her milky orbs tight around his throbbing shaft, tilting them so that the now-flaccid nipples pressed against his staff. He thrust, moving his hot, swollen member up and down between her breasts. Slowly, at first. Very slowly. Michelle moaned, wriggling beneath him, her nipples slowly expanding against his firm, hot flesh. She moved her hands to cup his—to help him press her flesh more firmly against him.
    He watched her face. Long, lush lashes rested against her cheeks. Her eyelids fluttered up, her gaze ardent, beseeching. “Faster,” she begged. Nick shook his head, maintaining his languorous rhythm.