| Subject: Writer's Block 47 (slightly adult) |
Author:
Nikita507
|
[
Next Thread |
Previous Thread |
Next Message |
Previous Message
]
Date Posted: Saturday, September 26, 08:38:12pm
In reply to:
Nikita507
's message, "Writer's Block 44+" on Friday, September 25, 04:46:07pm
He would have looked like a marble statue, carved out of perfection, if it wasn’t for the rhythmic up and down movement of his muscular chest and the tanned skin that was far from being like white marble. His face was peaceful and his green eyes were open, just looking at her. The lips were parted and there was a soft subtle smile on his lips as his eyes flickered up and down her body.
The sheet that had been on the bed at some point had been discarded and it left no hiding the perfect lines of his body as he was completely naked from the tip of his head to the end of his toenails. The lines of his muscles were cushioned on the bed and the flat area of his stomach led the path to the organ that was half-reacting to being on the bed with her.
Her mouth was dry and it was almost hard to breath. He was perfect in every way and with her awake; he was starting to growth in length and girth, while he peacefully continued to look at her. His hand reached out and touched her face, grazing the blonde hair out of her face, making sure that nothing obstructed her view of him.
Part of her wanted to drop her hand to that length and touch it. She wanted to wrap her fingers along the width and feel the heat that was radiating off of his body directly with her hand. She wanted to explore the blossoming head that was growing and almost throbbing before her eyes.
“Hey…” his voice cut her out of her exploration of his erection and brought her back to his face. She looked at his green eyes and couldn’t leave to look at anything else. His smile grew a bit more intense as he observed her. His tongue came out and licked his dry lips but it was driving her nuts. It was a promise of what else that tongue could be. “I have to tell you something.”
She waited for the words that he was going to say. She was ready to do whatever he asked of her. She needed him and she felt the ache inside of her grow. She wanted that hard length to part her core and complete her. She wanted his hands to rub and tweak at her breasts. She wanted all of this man and she wanted him to want all of her.
She was unable to speak as she waited for him to continue. He was in charge and she did not mind. His fingers touched her face again and he parted his lips. “I love you.”
Nikita sat up with a jerk and found herself panting. She turned her head and was thankful to find that Michael had left the bed. She rubbed her face and glanced at the clock and winced, realizing that she had slept in well after the breakfast bell. Now that the girls were session, breakfast was with the girls, take it or leave it. Her stomach growled out its complaint of Nikita sleeping in.
Shaking the dream out of her head, knowing that it was ridiculous to think that Michael would love her, Nikita swung her legs out of the bed and prepared herself to make it out in the world today.
“And where do you think you are going?” Michael questioned as he stood there in the door, his navy pajama bottoms on, but he was still naked from the waist up. He held a tray that had a small vase with a bright daisy in it and a plate of something. Nikita looked at Michael and blinked her eyes. “I thought I had missed breakfast. I know that I’m supposed to be at the mess hall…”
“You can’t hear the breakfast bell here at the house,” Michael commented as he moved forward and looked at Nikita’s feet. “Aren’t you getting back in bed?”
Nikita looked around and glanced at the small table that was off to the side. There was a reading chair in black leather and she looked at it. “Can I sit at your desk?”
“Of course,” Michael replied as he moved to the desk and placed the tray down. Nikita could see bacon and then she looked at what was on the plate. “Crepes?”
“With ricotta and strawberries… and just a touch of powder sugar,” Michael confirmed with a nod of his head. There was also a cup of tea that was just seeping and a glass of orange juice. “Is it enough? I can make more.”
“Where is yours?” Nikita inquired as she sat in the chair and took the fork up and looked at Michael. Michael swallowed and turned slightly read. “I was up several hours ago…”
Nikita knew that he would have been up for breakfast and she felt awful. “The girls are going to be so disappointed…”
“Not my concern right now. That’s Gail’s and Jasmine’s area this morning. I’ll be at the stables on time for the first riding group,” Michael explained as he sat on the bed and looked at Nikita. “I already ate.”
“You should have waked me,” Nikita replied after taking a bite of the food, her stomach thankful for the food. Michael waited and leaned back on his elbows. “Are you going to feel up to riding today?”
“Yeah,” Nikita smiled as she thought about getting up on Ladybird. She had allowed Jurgen to ruin that for her for a couple days and she regretted it. Nikita placed her fork down and sighed. “I should have stood up to him sooner.”
“You stood up to him. That is all that matters,” Michael answered in response as he wanted Nikita to know that she did a great job. He continued to watch Nikita and was happy when she started to eat again. “Do you want to sleep here again tonight?”
“No,” Nikita gave a quick answer, knowing that she did not want to get comfortable here. This wasn’t camp. Camp was her tent and that was the experience that she truly wanted to have. “I have to go back to my tent.”
Michael sat up and he didn’t look disappointed. He looked like he had anticipated that answer from Nikita. He looked towards the window and then back to Nikita. “Madeline said that your agent had left several messages.”
“You should block his phone number. I don’t want to talk to him,” Nikita bitterly snapped as she picked up the tea and found it to be the perfect warmth. She took a sip and the bitterness she had on her face while answering about her agent had slipped away.
“I don’t like that you don’t seem to have anyone else to talk to,” Michael rasped as he shook his head back and forth. “I’m not sure if I’ll be enough…”
“I don’t need to talk about anything,” Nikita declared as she pushed the plate away. “I just want to have fun… to find a way to be happy.”
Michael knew that happy was something that must not have really existing for Nikita, but it brought so many other questions to his mind. Nikita was a paradox that was getting harder to understand. He had to fall back onto something else because this conversation was getting out of where it should be. Nikita needed time away from what had happened the previous day. “Davenport wants to see you before you ride today… clear you and such.”
“I can do that after I take a shower…”
“Why don’t you take a soak in the hot tub?” Michael questioned as he stood up as Nikita stood up. Nikita looked around the room and rubbed her shoulders. “I need to get back to normal. The sooner I do that… the sooner I’ll find happy.”
Michael watched as Nikita walked out of the room. He didn’t go after her as he knew that it would do no good. He walked back to the bed and started to make it. Pausing, he picked up the pillow that Nikita has used and smelled her. He groaned as he remembered the cold shower he had to take quickly this morning. He turned and saw Nikita exiting the house and heading towards her tent from the window. He wished that there wasn’t a camp out there for Nikita to escape too, but Michael also realized that it was probably a good thing. Going too quickly was going to get him into trouble.
“I don’t do summer romances,” Michael hissed as he dropped the pillow before making the decision to wash his sheets.
[
Next Thread |
Previous Thread |
Next Message |
Previous Message
]
| |
