Symphony In Rapture (5 page)

(A short musical idea or melodic theme that runs through a piece)

“Would you—” Michelle’s voice cracked. What they had done had seemed so wonderful and natural in the dark, intimate restaurant. But by the time she unlocked the door to her house, she was in a minor state of shock at her actions. But not shocked enough to send him home. She swallowed before making another attempt to speak. “Would you like some wine?”

Nick allowed his gaze to travel over Michelle’s body, admiring her dark curls, her pale skin, the generous curves. He wanted more than anything to see her naked.

Nick licked his lips. “Actually,” he answered, a little gruffly, “I’m still starving. Would you mind too much if we went directly to dessert?”

Michelle pushed back the turbulent tide of desire that rose in her again before his hungry scrutiny. “Not at all,” she rasped. “I have to get something from the kitchen. Why don’t you wait in the living room?”

“Let me help,” he offered, taking her hand.

Michelle glanced shyly at him from beneath her lashes. “No, really. I’ll only be a minute.” She escorted him to the living room, situating him in a cushy, suede-covered chair. Nick closed his eyes and leaned his head back.

Michelle retreated to the kitchen. Leaning on the counter, she buried her face in her hands.What am I doing? she thought. Sex in a restaurant. They could have been caught. But despite the lump of guilty disbelief in the pit of her stomach, she had to admit that it had been incredibly erotic.You might as well face it, she told herself.When it comes to Nick, you definitely have no self-control. Penny was right, there was no use denying how hot she was for the guy. As a matter of fact, she’d prepared their dessert earlier that afternoon with the distinct goal of inviting him over and seducing him. The fact thathe had seducedher at the restaurant just proved that her efforts wouldn’t go to waste.

Shortly, Nick heard the muted padding of bare feet on the carpet behind him. He opened his eyes. Michelle approached, carrying a crystal bowl in one hand, a pastry bag in the other. To his delight, she arranged herself comfortably across his thighs, nestling the bowl of what he could now see were wedges of fresh peach in her lap.Good God, Nick thought.Peaches. Just like his fantasy from the night before. Before he could even take in a deep breath, his penis had begun to swell.

Taking up a wedge, Michelle swirled a white ribbon of whipped cream onto the end and held it up to Nick. He bit, sweet-tart juices squirting into his mouth. Michelle wriggled slightly, savoring the feel of his rapidly expanding phallus sliding beneath her skirt.

She fed him two more slices, then leaned in and ran her tongue over the outside edges of his lips, removing lingering traces of sweetness. His lips parted, and she started to draw away, suddenly shy again. Nick reached up, lacing his fingers through her hair, trapping her lips against his. She kissed him hesitantly, exploring his mouth with her soft, supple tongue. Bolts of desire traveled from his mouth to his groin with each tentative foray. Nick traced the low neckline of Michelle’s shirt with the fingers of one hand.

Pulling back, Michelle tugged the blouse down, revealing naked, swollen nipples. On impulse, she squeezed a rich dollop of cream onto each one, eying Nick expectantly.

Nick thought to himself,From ingénue to temptress in ten seconds flat . Not that he was complaining. He took another peach and bit into it. The curve formed in the juicy morsel fit nicely over the nearest of Michelle’s white-tipped buds. Michelle moaned as the wet flesh came into contact with the fiery nub. The small bud sharpened into a tight peak, and she squirmed as Nick turned the wedge and brushed fuzzy skin lightly as a feather across the stiff crown. “Oh, God,” Michelle moaned, and he popped the sweet fruit into her mouth. He lowered his head and brought the fantasy she had imagined earlier to life, his warm tongue licking her aureole in lazy circles, removing the barest layer of sweetness with each pass. Finally, he grazed the eager pyramid with the tip of his tongue. “Yes,” she murmured, 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. 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 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.”