Symphony In Rapture

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Authors: Rachel Bo
Tags: Erótica, Romance, Adult
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thinking if he entered her quickly and smoothly, it would hurt for a short moment, but then it would be over and they could enjoy a long, leisurely session of ass-fucking.
    Michelle cried out and pushed away from the wall, arching her hips forward, away from him. Nick moaned as his cock slipped out of her ass. She turned, throwing her arms around him. “I’m sorry,” she rasped. “It was too painful.”
    Nick nodded.
    “But we can still work on making it better,” she insisted. “Play with it, Nick,” she whispered in his ear. “Stretch it. I can’t wait for the day you can fill my ass completely.”
    He swallowed hard as his penis pulsed with longing, and nodded again.
    “Here, lie down.” She pushed him back until he was lying on the floor of the tub. She stood and turned the shower head until it was hitting the wall, so that it wouldn’t drown her, then she straddled Nick, her ass toward his head. Leaning forward, she surrounded the tip of his cock with her mouth, then wiggled her hips impatiently.
    “Oh, baby,” he moaned.
    Squirting more conditioner into his hands, he slicked his fingers and reached up, slipping one into the narrow slit. As he made slow circles with his hand, pressing outward against the hole’s rim to widen it, Michelle began moving slowly up and down on his penis.
    Nick dribbled a little more of the pearly lotion onto his hand, and slipped another fingertip into her anus. This time, as he spread his fingers slightly in an attempt to stretch her, he also corkscrewed inward, penetrating her more fully.
    Michelle felt his fingers gaining ground, and rocked her hips back gently. Slowly, Nick was able to bury both fingers fully inside her. Michelle made a pleased sound in the back of her throat and took his cock deeper, increasing her speed at the same time.
    “Yes, baby, yes,” he moaned. He squirted another dollop of lotion into her crack, covering a third finger.
    Michelle moaned deep in her throat as she felt Nick parting his fingers insistently, opening a space for the third finger to inch in. It was hurting, but not as much as it had when he had tried with his cock. As a matter of fact, the feeling was downright delectable. Their efforts were paying off. She wiggled her butt insistently. Nick responded exactly the way she had hoped, by probing even deeper.
    Up to that point, Michelle had simply been running her wet mouth and agile tongue up and down his cock. Now, she started sucking.
    “Oh, God, baby.” he groaned.
    Michelle began rocking back and forth, using the motion to take his cock as far into her mouth as she could—a pleasant side effect, the increased penetration of his masterful fingers. She moaned with pleasure, the sound a pleasing vibration against Nick’s cock. “God, yes,” Nick whispered.
    Nick’s free hand grasped her waist, urging her back and forth even faster. Harder. Michelle moaned repeatedly as his insistent fingers stroked and massaged, plunged and probed. Nick’s penis began pulsing against her tongue, and Michelle sucked fiercely as he spurted into her mouth, siphoning his essence down her eager throat. Drowning in his orgasm, the regular rhythm of Nick’s hand faltered, and his fingers twitched spasmodically, deep inside her. The unexpected variation brought Michelle to her own body-shuddering climax, and she fought to continue swallowing his seed as waves of ecstasy washed through her.
    Later, when they had rinsed off and lay together in her bed, not making love, just enjoying the warmth of one another’s presence, Michelle murmured, “I never knew a shower could be so rewarding.”
    Nick chuckled and kissed her forehead. “Neither did I,” he said. “But now that I do, I’ll have to take one more often.” He looked down at her. “Three, maybe four times a day,” he wiggled his eyebrows menacingly.
    Michelle laughed, and snuggled up against him. They spent the rest of the day in her bed. Talking. Dozing when the mood hit them. Exploring

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