Symphony In Rapture (4 page)

“I hate it when people say that,” Michelle muttered. “I never know what to talk about.”

“Well, what about your music?” Nick asked. “How did you get interested in performing?”

“I always loved to sing,” Michelle answered. “And I used to listen to the radio and sing with it all day long when I was a kid. My mom finally got tired of all the noise and sent me to voice lessons. That way, she got an hour of peace every day. Then, when I was a teen, some people I knew started a rock band and I convinced them to let me front it. We did the birthday party, graduation celebration, anniversary thing for a while.”

She paused to take a sip of her tea. “Anyway, one day we were playing at the tenth anniversary of this guy who owned a club in Manhattan. He was really impressed, and asked if we were interested in becoming a club band. Of course we said yes.”

“So, you lived in Manhattan.”

“A suburb of New York City, actually.”

Nick smiled. “And the rest is history?”

“Not exactly.” Michelle added a little more sugar to her tea and sat stirring it as she talked. “I had met a guy at the club. His name was Alex. He had just graduated law school at the top of his class. He was a hot property at one of the biggest firms in New York—up and coming, good-looking, all that jazz. We ended up getting married.”

“You don’t sound all that happy about it,” Nick offered.

“Well, in the end it turned out not to be such a great thing.” She eyed Nick across the table. “Are you sure you want to hear all this?”

“Yes.” Nick leaned forward. “I want to know everything about you.”

Michelle studied him for a moment, trying to decide if he was being truthful or playing games. Did she really want to tell a guy she’d just met her life story?Why not, she decided. If he’s not interested in anything but sex, maybe my baggage will scare him off.And, even if thatwas all he wanted, hadn’t she decided that would be okay?

She realized he was waiting, and self-consciously cleared her throat. “Alex and I were all wrapped up in the life we were living. We spent money like it was water, but I have to give him credit. He invested a lot, and part of what supports me now is money I got during the divorce, from our investments. By the time we had been married for three years, we were very comfortable, and I was living the kind of life teenage girls dream of—singing at a popular club, dozens of fans, a lawyer husband. We vacationed at Martha’s Vineyard, spent weekends in the Hamptons with some of Alex’s high-profile clients. Then I got pregnant.” She sighed, rubbing her finger around the rim of her glass. Nick watched, imagined her drawing tight, cool circles on the head of his cock, and shivered.

At that moment, the waiter arrived with their food. Nick laughed as they both asked for extra butter. “A girl after my own heart.”

Michelle found herself relaxing a little. Nick seemed genuinely interested in her, and she began to think maybe she hadn’t made a complete fool of herself the previous evening, after all.

“So, what happened?” Nick prompted, dipping a bite of lobster in melted butter.

Michelle watched him carry the dripping meat to his mouth. She imagined him holding the tender morsel above her naked body, tracing buttery trails on her breasts, her abdomen. As his lips closed over the fork, she pictured them engulfing her rigid nipples. She reached for her steak knife, hand trembling slightly.Get a grip, she thought, shaking herself mentally. She tried to remember where she had been in her recitation.Oh, yes. Angela . She cut into her steak as she talked, continuing her story between bites.

“Alex was furious. He thought I had tricked him. Accused me of not taking my pills, all sorts of things.” She frowned. “He definitely didn’t want children.” She looked at Nick. “I have to be honest. It wasn’t anything I had consciously considered, myself. But when I found out…I wasso happy. I hadn’t felt anything missing in our marriage until that moment. Then all of a sudden, I was like—thisis what I’ve been waiting for.” She sat for a moment, lost in thought.

Nick studied her. He reveled in the knowledge that Michelle was becoming more and more aroused as the evening wore on. He’d seen her hungry eyes follow his fork, noticed her shifting anxiously as her nipples protruded ever more prominently with each passing moment. But a veil of sorrow had been drawn over her face. Obviously, she had very much loved her child. “What happened?” he asked softly.

Michelle shook her head, and her eyes became moist. “I had a beautiful baby girl. Angela. Alex never accepted her. We divorced when she was two, but he had moved out a year earlier. She never even knew him, not really.”

Nick waited, knowing something painful was coming; wanting to reach out and hold her, but afraid of disturbing the delicate balance of trust building between them.

Michelle speared a bite of baked potato as she blinked back tears, determined not to cry. They concentrated quietly on their food for a while. Michelle appreciated the fact that Nick seemed willing to wait, to let her tell the story in her own time. She watched Nick surreptitiously as they ate. Any time he wasn’t looking at his food, his gaze was on her. Her eyes. Her hair. Her breasts. The attention was incredibly arousing, and languid warmth flooded her from head to toe. Suddenly, she wanted to get it over with—get the story of her life out of the way, so she could start learning abouthim.

“Angela died.” She said abruptly. Nick’s features were solemn, sympathetic. She felt tears rising again, and blinked them away. “It was a car accident. Nobody’s fault really. A man had a heart attack, ran into us both while we were crossing the street to the school.” One tear fell, despite her best efforts, and Nick reached out. Michelle rested her hand in his. He rubbed his thumb gently across the back of it. Beneath the sorrowful memories and the residual guilt Michelle often felt over having survived the accident, a strong current of need raced. Feeling as though she had betrayed her daughter by allowing something so crass as sexual desire to infringe on a moment of remembrance, Michelle pulled her hand away and attacked the remainder of her food with angry zeal.

Puzzled, Nick returned his attention to his meal, watching Michelle warily as they ate. After several minutes, Michelle set her fork aside. It wasn’t Nick’s fault she felt such a strong attraction to him, and he looked so worried she felt like she was punishing him.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“No need to apologize,” Nick insisted.

“Yes, there is.” Michelle thought for a moment. “I’m enjoying this, Nick. But I feel guilty about it. I know it’s not true, but I feel like I’m betraying my daughter any time I start to feel…” she paused, searching for the word, “…happy again.”

Nick felt a warm glow of pleasure. “Are you?” he asked. “Happy?”

Michelle met his gaze frankly, searchingly. “I think Icould be. Your interest is definitely flattering. And…and mutual,” she stammered. “But, I have to admit—the strength of our attraction. It’s a little overwhelming.”

Nick gazed deeply into her eyes. “Sometimes, it’s nice to be overwhelmed.”

Michelle’s pussy throbbed, and she looked away. How easily he sparked such reactions in her! It was maddening.

“Would you care for a bite?”

Michelle turned back, and Nick speared a chunk of lobster and dipped it in melted butter. She nodded and opened her mouth. Nick brought the morsel to her lips. A buttery droplet landed on the upper curve of one breast, exposed by a blouse cut enticingly low. Michelle glanced down, reminded of her fantasy just moments before. She swallowed and looked back up at Nick. “Mmmm. That was good.”

Nicholas found himself mesmerized by the scintillating droplet quivering just above her neckline, and by the play of light on her smooth mounds as they rose and fell with each breath. If he were to reach out and tug the hem of her top just a fraction of an inch lower, he might see—

Michelle watched his face, willing him to look at her. He felt her eyes on him and glanced up. Sudden, impish eroticism prompted her to dip her finger into Nick’s drink, then suck the liquid from her French manicure, holding his gaze all the while; surprising herself with her boldness.

Liquid fire burned in Nick’s loins as the image of Michelle’s moist, full lips sucking at her fingertip imprinted itself on his brain. Michelle leaned forward, allowing her blouse to slip down until it revealed half-crescents of her dark aureoles. Capturing her gaze, Nick reached out and drew his finger through the slippery drop on her breast. Michelle quivered as he outlined the curve of her breast with the gleaming oil, trailing his finger down into her cleavage and up over the other mound. Michelle grasped his wrist, and he thought she was going to stop him. She did, but not the way he had expected. She brought his finger to her mouth and licked the tip with her tongue, then buried it between her lips and sucked greedily.

Nick’s cock strained against the confines of his tight jeans. Michelle released his hand abruptly as their waiter chose that particular moment to check on them. Nick spoke with the man in quiet tones, then handed him a fifty-dollar bill. The waiter grinned and nodded, then walked away.

“What did you tell him?” Michelle asked.

“That we wanted to be left alone for the next half hour,” he said, as he moved his chair around the table, closer to hers. He leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Are you wearing panties?”

Michelle’s heart began thudding painfully in her chest, and her pulse raced. She felt as though she might faint. She nodded.

“Take them off for me?”

Michelle found herself drowning in erotic need. Glancing nervously about, she reaffirmed that she couldn’t actually see any of the other diners. Their table stood in the darkest corner of the restaurant, surrounded on two sides by walls, on the third by a heavy, ornamental tri-fold partition. A large plant effectively screened the final side, leaving only a narrow opening through which their waiter slipped in and out. Hands trembling, she reached beneath her skirt and wriggled awkwardly out of her underwear, tucking them into the outside pocket of her purse.

To her astonishment, Nick unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper. There was nothing between his skin and the jeans, and his naked, swollen erection popped free.

“Nick!” Michelle looked around again. Nick reached out and motioned for her to stand, then held the back of her full skirt out of the way as he guided her onto his lap, her back to his chest.

Incredibly aroused but also extremely nervous, Michelle tensed, debating whether to pull away and insist that they leave. But as Nick lowered her, and their flesh met, the sensation of his hot, smooth rod against her bare buttocks was too enticing. The idea of fucking him in public like this, hidden beneath the folds of her skirt…she settled against him, sighing, enjoying the warmth of his flesh against hers.

“Raise up for a second,” he murmured. “I have an idea.”

Michelle obliged, and he reached beneath her skirt, parting her butt cheeks. She lowered herself again. When his shaft was nestled in the valley between the soft orbs, he let go. Michelle scooted her hips forward, then back, rubbing the sensitive rim of her anus along the engorged length of his penis. The friction of his rigid shaft against the opening sent shivers of pleasure rippling through her. She leaned back and turned her head, offering her lips to Nick. Nicholas drew her in—licking them, sucking them, running his tongue over her teeth, reclaiming minute traces of his drink. He reached between her legs and rubbed her clitoris through the fabric of her skirt. Michelle caught his lower lip between her teeth to keep from crying out. Nick groaned, and kissed her roughly.

The simultaneous stimulation, in front and behind, sent mini-orgasms shuddering through her. Michelle felt her buttocks tightening enticingly around Nick’s cock with each spasm, and ground herself against him. Her anus contracted involuntarily, and he squirmed. She purposefully contracted it again, several times, knowing he could feel it, and was rewarded with another low groan. She could feel that he was going to come very shortly.

Michelle’s buttocks suddenly lifted away. Nick started to protest, but then the tip of his throbbing member entered her slick cunt. Nick trembled with the effort of keeping himself from shooting off the moment her swollen labia engulfed his head. “Oh, God,” he murmured.

Sighing with pleasure, Michelle inched down over him. It had been a long time since she’d had sex, and she was very tight. She slipped her skirt up over her knees, her efforts hidden by the table drape, and reached in to part her cunt further, taking him deeper.Mmmm, so good . Even better than his fingers, because the hot flesh inside her was marble-hard and very large, filling her completely.

“That feels so good,” he rasped.

“Mm-hmmm.” Michelle moved, using her strong calves, his ripe head massaging her sex as she pumped herself up and down on his shaft. Wanting her to climax with him, Nick slid the neckline of her shirt down a bit, capturing one of her bare nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He tickled the taut peak with his middle finger as he slid his other hand into her lap again, massaging her clit. Michelle moaned softly. A bolt shot through her as Nick gently pinched the hard nub through her skirt.

“Yes!” Michelle whispered, settling down on him, taking him deep.

“When?” Nick asked, on the verge of exploding.

Michelle gyrated her hips, not answering. Successive bolts of pure, intoxicating pleasure rocked her to the core as he pinched her clit several times, rapidly. “Oh, yes,” she murmured, “Yes…now!” she gasped, and Nick felt her pussy clench, milking his cock as he finally allowed himself to erupt inside her.

They melted against one another, the satisfied afterglow robbing them both of any desire to move. After several minutes, Nick glanced at his watch. “Time’s almost up.”

Michelle lifted herself reluctantly from his lap and returned to her seat, watching as he tucked himself in and zipped his pants. Her pussy was purring with pleasure, but she still ached for more. “What do you say to dessert at my house?” she asked throatily.

Nick grinned. “I say: Check, please!” He stood, and went searching for their waiter.