Symphony In Rapture

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Book: Symphony In Rapture by Rachel Bo Read Free Book Online
Authors: Rachel Bo
Tags: Erótica, Romance, Adult
me come.” Michelle trapped his taut bud between her teeth again, sliding the sharp edges up to the very tip, nipping him over and over as she drew spiraling curlicues down to Nick’s belly button with the wedge of peach in her other hand. Nick’s abdomen convulsed. He trapped her mouth against him as fireworks burst in his gut, and glistening cum jetted onto his stomach.
    Michelle lifted her head and popped the wedge into her mouth. “We’re not done yet,” she murmured. Reaching into the bowl, she fished out the two halves of a large peach that she had set in the bottom. Grinning mischievously, she held one half in each palm. She straddled his legs, her wet cunt warm against the top of one knee. Reaching out, she embraced Nick’s flaccid penis with the two peaches. “Oh, God,” Nick groaned. Slowly, sensuously, she rubbed the two halves up and down his limp sex, saturating him with cool, sticky juice until he was firm and erect again. Then, she varied her rhythm, circling his cock with the two halves, rolling it between her hands. At the same time, she was moving her hips in slow circles, pressing her pussy against his kneecap, coating him with her own juices. “Oh, God,” Nick gasped.
    Michelle set the fruit aside and bowed. Looking up at him, watching his face, she took his sensitive head into her mouth, tickling the tough ridge just beneath it with her tongue. He wanted to wait until she had gone down on him completely, burying the tip of his penis in her throat, but he couldn’t. The actual realization of his previous night’s fantasy pushed him over the edge and he came immediately, spurting hot fluid into Michelle’s mouth. To his surprise and utter delight, she swallowed every bit hungrily; even licked the remnants of his previous orgasm from the hot flesh of his abdomen. He reached down and pulled on her arms, urging her up to his mouth. He kissed her deeply, tasting his essence on her tongue.
    When their lips drew apart, he whispered, “How did you know?”
    Michelle’s finger was tracing figure eights on his chest. “Know what?”
    “I had a fantasy last night. It involved you, sucking peach juice from my cock.”
    “You’re kidding!” Michelle chuckled. “I guess you were right. Thereis some kind of connection between us.”
    They lay quietly for a long time. Groaning, Nick finally stirred. “I’d better go home. I have an early meeting in the morning.”
    “Do you have to?” Michelle complained.
    Nick nodded. Michelle pursed her lips into a playful pout. “Believe me,” Nick insisted. “I’d stay if I could.”
    Michelle smiled, relenting. “It’s okay.”
    Nick stood, Michelle watching his every move with passionate intensity. Pants on, he went to the foot of the bed to retrieve his shirt. As he bent to pick it up, Michelle roped him in with the siren call of her red, wet pussy, held open by her hands for his viewing pleasure. Making a low sound in his throat, Nick met her eyes.
    “Please,” she said. “Fill me up before you go.”
    Nick’s eager hands shook as he fumbled at his zipper. He kicked off his pants and crawled onto the bed. Michelle continued holding her thick lips apart as he kissed her clit. She closed her eyes. Nick stuck out his tongue and licked her crotch slowly, from the area just between her butt cheeks (gasp), up into her saturated slit (moan), thrusting several times (”yes, yes, yes”), and up to her erect clitoris (another gasp)—teasing it back and forth, lightly, with just the tip of his tongue (several deep moans, and the sudden, erotic spasming of her cunt). The sound of her pleasure was music to his ears, directing crescendos of pulsating lust down his spine, into his cock.
    Michelle moaned when Nick abandoned her pussy, then sighed with satisfaction as she felt him enter her. She opened her eyes and watched him inch his erect penis into her quivering flesh. She glanced up, and Nick trapped her gaze with his, watching her as he began to pump

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