Free Symphony In Rapture by Rachel Bo

desire pulsing through her cunt as a cool path meandered from her navel to her clitoris. Michelle had to tense her legs to keep from thrusting her clit hard against the frozen, tantalizing treat. He rubbed it over her clit for several moments, as the tiny nub segued from feeling erotically cool and erect to numbingly cold to searingly, painfully aroused. Michelle moaned again.
    Nick allowed his gaze to travel over her, taking pleasure in the physical evidence of Michelle’s arousal. Her nipples were towering dark pyramids in an oasis of brown aureole, desire adding a flush of subtle red. Her arms and legs were tense, and he knew it was taking every ounce of her control to keep from moving—from responding flagrantly to his every touch. Her clit was plump and prominent and the flesh between her legs glinted invitingly. Nick set the popsicle on the table.
    Fireworks exploded in Michelle’s groin as Nick’s mouth enveloped her clitoris. Michelle swallowed and lost herself in the blazing sensations sparking through her entire body from down below. The tip of Nick’s tongue flicked across her clit. Then he pressed the small flaps of her clitoral hood tight against her with his teeth and teased the sensitive inner flesh with his tongue as he pushed one of his fingers deep inside her vagina, moving it in slow figure eights. “Oh, my God, Nick!” Michelle groaned. Her hips started to move as she convulsed spasmodically. Without moving his head, Nick lay his arm across her hips, pressing them into the bed, immobilizing her while he munched on her clitoris.
    Michelle whimpered. The sensual tension created by her taut muscles, the forced inactivity, and the maddening stimulation of her clit combined to birth an erotic orgasm that rocked every fiber of her being. Michelle clutched her silk restraints, gasping as Nick’s massive cock invaded her cunt at the peak of her pleasure, filling her completely. “Yes, yes!” she screamed. She convulsed around his rock-hard shaft as her orgasm raged on, like floodwaters overwhelming a dam.
    Nick watched the play of passionate release across Michelle’s face, listened to the sweet music of her gasps, moans,screams —determined to witness every effect he was having on her, refusing to close his eyes despite the searing ejaculation he knew was imminent. Michelle’s massive contractions compressed him mercilessly, sucking fiercely at his swollen masculinity.
    Michelle lost all track of time, drowning in a swirling torrent of sensation until Nick’s huge, stubborn cock finally discharged, flooding her with liquid warmth. Slowly, the pinnacle receded. Aftershock followed aftershock until she was limp and sweating.
    When Nick felt her completely relax, he roused himself and made for the kitchen. He found a couple of water bottles and filled them with crushed ice he found in the freezer, then added water from the pitcher in the fridge.
    Michelle heard him return, and waited, expecting him to remove her blindfold and begin untying her hands.
    “Thank you for that,” he murmured in her ear. “It was incredible.”
    Michelle laughed. “You’vegot to be kidding. It couldn’t possibly have been as good for you as it was for me.”
    “Oh, but it was.” He kissed her lips softly. “So good, I want to do it again.”
    Michelle felt hard plastic against her mouth. “Drink it. It’s ice water,” Nick prompted.
    Michelle opened her mouth and Nick squeezed the bottle, directing a stream of the cool liquid into her mouth. She swallowed, then said, “I don’t think I can—”
    “Shhh,” Nick said. Michelle closed her mouth. She couldn’t imagine that he could do anything to rouse her passion again, at this point. She was too drained. But she was willing to let him try. Not knowing what was going to happen next, where the next sensation was coming from, what it would be—it was some of the best sex she’d ever had. And Nick’s rigid shaft inside her. So long. So thick. Perfectly molded