Free Symphony In Rapture by Rachel Bo Page A

to fit her pussy.
    After they had both drunk their fill, Nick lay on top of her. Supporting himself with his forearms, he began rubbing his flaccid penis over Michelle’s stomach. “I love your belly,” he murmured. “Since the first time I saw it, I’ve wanted to rub it with my naked cock.”
    “My belly?” Michelle echoed. Nick placed a finger on her lips. Michelle grinned and opened her mouth, capturing his finger playfully with her teeth. He allowed her to suck it for a moment, then pulled it away and tickled her ear with it. He leaned down and blew. Michelle squirmed as heat crept down her neck, into her chest. Nick took her earlobe between his lips, nibbling briefly. She felt his tongue traveling from the tender valley between the base of her earlobe and her neck down to her collarbone. The manic heat oozed over her breasts, flowing into her groin, orbiting her pussy. Nick watched avidly as the pink flush crawled over Michelle’s body. Just seeing that she was becoming aroused again caused the same reaction in him.
    Michelle felt his penis stirring against her flesh. “Nick,” she moaned. She could hardly believe their desire was rebounding so quickly. Nick continued rubbing his cock against her until it was rock-hard again, then he crawled back between Michelle’s legs.
    Michelle felt Nick’s hands between her thighs. Felt him pushing her labia apart, cool air wafting across her flushed, swollen membranes. His thumbs slipped inside her vaginal rim, pulling her open even further, exposing even more of her excited sex to the light breeze. “Mmmm,” Michelle murmured, “That feels good.” His hands disappeared. Michelle whimpered with disappointment.
    Nick had never wanted to know before—never wanted to see—but now he had a burning desire to memorize every nook and cranny of Michelle’s sexual organs. The site of her glistening, inflamed tissue was incredibly arousing. Nick cupped his hands under Michelle’s legs. He’d left plenty of play in the scarves tied to her ankles, and he lifted her knees up and out, splaying her legs, pushing her heels over to the edges of the bed.
    Michelle’s heart thundered with expectation.
    Nick lay angled across the foot of the bed, his head between Michelle’s legs.
    Michelle felt his thumbs in her vaginal canal again, pulling the loose inner skin out, toward her thighs, as far as possible. Nick’s breath came fast, carnal lust rising in him, making the nubs of his breasts tingle as he lay there, mesmerized by the bumps and ridges of her glowing sex. Intrigued, he rearranged his hands until he found a way to maintain that maximum exposure using just one. He watched as he reached into her gaping pussy with his forefinger, stroking the exposed ridges of tissue from back to front with the tip of a fingernail. “Oh, God!” He marked every response—the slightest quiver, each erratic pulse, each outburst.
    Michelle yelped in pleasure, the rough edge of Nick’s nail tormenting her pussy thoroughly, teasing every bump, every ridge, dipping into every valley. “Oh, my God,” she breathed. “That’s so good!” Nick investigated the smallest nuances of her saturated sex, marking Michelle’s level of arousal by the amount of tightening in her buttocks and thighs, the speed of her breathing. Wicked triumph flooded him as her exposed tissues began to swell and redden with his intimate touch.
    “Oh, my God!” Michelle’s back arched slightly as a wave of mini-orgasms hit, but she quickly pressed it into the bed so that Nick wouldn’t have to move his hands.
    “Good girl,” he said.
    His nail withdrew, and then Michelle felt the tip of his finger rubbing her exposed flesh, massaging. Her sensitive tissues throbbed as Nick trapped tiny portions between his thumb and forefinger, kneading vigorously. Michelle moaned over and over, twisting her head from side to side as he relentlessly stimulated her to one orgasm after another. Watching her come. Memorizing the way