slowly in and out.
Michelle’s eyes glazed with desire. She spread her legs even further, pressing her thighs against the bed, removing her hands. Their gazes remained locked as he lowered his mouth to her breast, catching the nipple between his teeth, nipping gently. Michelle’s breath quickened and she felt her own warm juices flooding her crotch.
“Deeper,” she commanded, her gaze insistent.
Nick pressed his hips down, until his pelvic bone dug into her flesh, and his elongated member was surrounded by pulsing, fluid warmth. Michelle wiggled her hips. Nick backed his eager rod out slowly, then shoved it in quickly.
“Again,” Michelle whispered. It felt so good, to have something thick and warm and unyielding inside her again. She trembled on the verge of fulfillment.
Nick felt her tremors and pumped his hips rapidly, plunging into her over and over.
“God, Nick. Yes. Yes!” Michelle’s back arched, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, trapping him inside her. The intense, prolonged contractions of her climax carried him over the edge and his seed burst forth, filling her core with scintillating warmth.
When their mutual orgasm faded, Nick rolled off her and lay on the bed, exhausted. “Thank God you didn’t let me leave,” he murmured. “That was phenomenal.”
Michelle chuckled. “Thank you.”
Nick groaned. “But I really do have to go.” He climbed out of the bed and pulled on his clothes.
“Would you like to come over here for a home-cooked meal tomorrow night?” Michelle asked.
Nick’s pulse quickened.Down boy , he told himself.You’ve had more sex tonight than in the past two years. He couldn’t believe how horny Michelle was. How horny she madehim . “Actually, I’m going to be gone for a couple of days. I have to fly to Fort Worth.”
Michelle wondered briefly if this was his way of breaking off the relationship, now that she’dreally let it all hang out. But he looked so disappointed.
“I’ll be back Thursday afternoon. Would that be okay?”
Mentally, Michelle hugged herself.He’s still interested! “Sure.”
Nick fastened his fly, tucked in his shirt, and bent over the bed. He cupped Michelle’s breasts possessively with his hands. “Keep them warm for me.” He kissed her lightly on the cheek. “I’ll let myself out.” He strode from the room. Michelle listened to his fading footsteps, and the front door clicking shut. He’d probably locked the handle, but she should get up and fasten the dead-bolt. Her sated body was molten gold—liquid, languid. She didn’t want to move. Instead, she allowed the relaxing afterglow to envelope her, closed her eyes, and slept.
Symphony In Rapture
Chapter Five: Interlude
(A short instrumental passage or piece, bridging the parts of an opera or play)
Nick replayed details from the previous evening in his mind as he dressed. He was flying to Texas this morning, meeting with the Van Cliburn people to discuss his upcoming participation in the competition as a judge. He glanced toward the phone. He wanted to call Michelle. He’d only known her a couple of days, and already he missed her incredibly—a tight knot was forming in his stomach at the thought of not seeing her until Thursday. The previous evening’s events had proven to his satisfaction that his re-awakened feelings and appetites were not going to fade. He’d met so many women over the ages. Whythis woman? Whynow ? He shouldn’t call her. He didn’t want her to think this was more than just a casual affair. Not yet. Better to just wait and have dinner with her in a couple of days. He nodded to himself, but even as he did, he was wondering if there was any possibility he could take care of everything in a single day, and be on a flight back home that evening.
* * * * *
Michelle woke to the sound of dull thudding, thinking that she had a headache, until she realized that someone was knocking on the front door. She rose from the bed and padded over
Michelle’s eyes glazed with desire. She spread her legs even further, pressing her thighs against the bed, removing her hands. Their gazes remained locked as he lowered his mouth to her breast, catching the nipple between his teeth, nipping gently. Michelle’s breath quickened and she felt her own warm juices flooding her crotch.
“Deeper,” she commanded, her gaze insistent.
Nick pressed his hips down, until his pelvic bone dug into her flesh, and his elongated member was surrounded by pulsing, fluid warmth. Michelle wiggled her hips. Nick backed his eager rod out slowly, then shoved it in quickly.
“Again,” Michelle whispered. It felt so good, to have something thick and warm and unyielding inside her again. She trembled on the verge of fulfillment.
Nick felt her tremors and pumped his hips rapidly, plunging into her over and over.
“God, Nick. Yes. Yes!” Michelle’s back arched, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, trapping him inside her. The intense, prolonged contractions of her climax carried him over the edge and his seed burst forth, filling her core with scintillating warmth.
When their mutual orgasm faded, Nick rolled off her and lay on the bed, exhausted. “Thank God you didn’t let me leave,” he murmured. “That was phenomenal.”
Michelle chuckled. “Thank you.”
Nick groaned. “But I really do have to go.” He climbed out of the bed and pulled on his clothes.
“Would you like to come over here for a home-cooked meal tomorrow night?” Michelle asked.
Nick’s pulse quickened.Down boy , he told himself.You’ve had more sex tonight than in the past two years. He couldn’t believe how horny Michelle was. How horny she madehim . “Actually, I’m going to be gone for a couple of days. I have to fly to Fort Worth.”
Michelle wondered briefly if this was his way of breaking off the relationship, now that she’dreally let it all hang out. But he looked so disappointed.
“I’ll be back Thursday afternoon. Would that be okay?”
Mentally, Michelle hugged herself.He’s still interested! “Sure.”
Nick fastened his fly, tucked in his shirt, and bent over the bed. He cupped Michelle’s breasts possessively with his hands. “Keep them warm for me.” He kissed her lightly on the cheek. “I’ll let myself out.” He strode from the room. Michelle listened to his fading footsteps, and the front door clicking shut. He’d probably locked the handle, but she should get up and fasten the dead-bolt. Her sated body was molten gold—liquid, languid. She didn’t want to move. Instead, she allowed the relaxing afterglow to envelope her, closed her eyes, and slept.
Symphony In Rapture
Chapter Five: Interlude
(A short instrumental passage or piece, bridging the parts of an opera or play)
Nick replayed details from the previous evening in his mind as he dressed. He was flying to Texas this morning, meeting with the Van Cliburn people to discuss his upcoming participation in the competition as a judge. He glanced toward the phone. He wanted to call Michelle. He’d only known her a couple of days, and already he missed her incredibly—a tight knot was forming in his stomach at the thought of not seeing her until Thursday. The previous evening’s events had proven to his satisfaction that his re-awakened feelings and appetites were not going to fade. He’d met so many women over the ages. Whythis woman? Whynow ? He shouldn’t call her. He didn’t want her to think this was more than just a casual affair. Not yet. Better to just wait and have dinner with her in a couple of days. He nodded to himself, but even as he did, he was wondering if there was any possibility he could take care of everything in a single day, and be on a flight back home that evening.
* * * * *
Michelle woke to the sound of dull thudding, thinking that she had a headache, until she realized that someone was knocking on the front door. She rose from the bed and padded over
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