Symphony In Rapture by Rachel Bo Read Free Book Online Page A

The slow friction of his penis against her nipples was inciting a fierce, carnal appetite. She wanted to eat him. Drink him. The flushed crest of his penis peeked out at her from the valley between her breasts and she parted her lips and raised her head, meaning to take him with her ravenous mouth. He withdrew, his expression stern. “Not this time,” he admonished.
    “Don’t stop,” Michelle pleaded, tilting her head back. Nick eyed her gravely. “Don’t try to advance the theme,” he warned. “I am the conductor, you are the orchestra. I direct the movements, yes?”
    Michelle hesitated. She was on the verge of giving up control to this dangerous, hypnotic man—a virtual stranger—and that frightened her. But she’d been doing that all along, hadn’t she? And he was playing her beautifully—playing her like a Stradivarius instead of the beat-up practice violin she would have likened herself to.
    Nick waited, poised above her, a glistening drop of semen balanced at the tip of his cock. “Yes, Nick,” she said. “Your symphony.” She relaxed into the pillows. “Play me.” Nick’s gaze narrowed with determination. He resumed his composition, increasing his rhythm a little more rapidly this time, anxious to bring this movement of their budding symphony to its conclusion.
    Circles of warmth spangled Michelle’s chest as creamy, iridescent droplets seeped out of Nick’s engorged cock. Lightly coating the valley between her breasts, his semen facilitated the fast, furious friction Michelle had been craving. She gasped, his rapid, darting thrusts massaging her sensitized nipples continuously.
    Unexpectedly, Nick felt a few stray granules of sugar against the base of his cock and scrotum, adding their sharp notes to the composition. It was too much. Nick’s shaft burst forth like a geyser, spewing semen over Michelle’s chest, her slender neck, her cheek. Opalescent drops ornamented her eyelashes, her hair. Michelle parted her lips when he came, straining to catch his essence in her mouth, on her tongue. A shudder wracked her body as tiny ripples of mini-orgasm combined into a tidal wave of orgasmic frenzy. Michelle bucked like an animal beneath him.
    When it was over, Michelle caught Nick’s eye, then tilted her head and stuck out her tongue, lapping his cum from the parts of her chest she could reach, like a kitten; watching as he shivered with pleasure and renewed passion.
    She was so stimulating to watch—such a strange combination of innocence and abandon. Nick shuddered as he felt the blood rushing into his cock again almost immediately.
    Michelle noticed, and Nick knew he would never forget the first smile she blessed him with—a primal, dangerously seductive grin. “My turn,” she said, and shifted aside, pushing Nick back against the bed. She pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it behind her. Then she pulled her skirt up and over her head. Nick drank in the sight of her naked body.
    Michelle reached over to the side table and retrieved the bowl of fruit. As Nick had done, she bit into a slice, then rubbed the juicy morsel over one of his nipples. Nick shivered as his nipple hardened against the moist flesh. Michelle moved the peach to his other nipple, stroking with the wet flesh as she bowed and nibbled sweet juices from the newly-erect nub of the first. “God, yes,” Nick moaned. Michelle captured the very peak between the tips of her teeth, nipping. “God, Michelle. Yes!”
    Michelle raised her head. “Will you come for me?” She tickled the tip of his nipple with her fingernail. “I want to make you come the same way you did it for me.”
    Nick’s answer was to tangle his fingers in her hair, pulling her down to his breast. He closed his eyes and concentrated on nothing but the sensations—Michelle, licking the miniature peak; Michelle, sucking gently, endlessly—until bursts of passionate need mushroomed in Nick’s crotch. “Please, Michelle,” he moaned. “I’m so close. Make