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Date Posted: 05:10:11 06/16/07 Sat
Author: taurus2124
Author Host/IP: wnpp-p-144-134-159-30.tmns.net.au / 144.134.159.30
Subject: Chapter 115(S-NC-17)
In reply to: taurus2124 's message, "The Rising Dragons ... continued ..." on 06:47:34 06/09/07 Sat

Chapter 115(S-NC-17)


Although Michael’s words had thrilled Nikita, the passionate assault to her senses that he was administering, was unravelling her where she stood. As his hands roamed leisurely under her blouse, his touch across her skin left sensation after sensation. Ever since Michael had surprised her in the kitchen, the stroke of his hands to her skin had exacerbated her heightened feelings of need. Nikita felt powerless; her body had turned to jelly while her thinking capabilities had become incomprehensible. She just couldn’t think straight when Michael touched her, but she could feel ... and what he was doing to her senses was unbelievable. She felt every single slide, every touch of his fingers and every stroke of Michael’s hands as they mapped her skin in renewal. But when he had cupped her bottom Nikita nearly went to pieces. She’d capitulated easily and posed little resistance to his touch, not that she wanted to. Her sanity was in jeopardy.

Nikita knew there was no return and that surrender was inevitable.

Caught up in the moment, Michael’s body began to swell as his erection grew more rigid by the moment. He rocked his hips between Nikita’s thighs and the growing ache she felt there. Rising up on her toes, she arched wantonly against him quivering with an unbridled lust she could not control. Reaching for Michael, she began to unbutton his shirt, but Nikita’s thumbs were all sixes and sevens. Her fingers trembled in her haste to have the material gone so she could feel Michael’s skin to her touch. He steadied her hands and helped her unbutton his shirt. Nikita’s hands quickly sought the warmth of his skin and she began to push the material from Michael’s shoulders in desperate need.

However, she stopped when she saw the bruises on his chest. Her lips caressed the blackened marks with a tenderness that moved him. Looking up with unshed tears in her eyes Nikita held Michael’s gaze and asked, “What happened?”

“Nothing ...”

“It doesn’t look like nothing,” she persisted waiting for an answer.

“Let it go Nikita ... I’m okay.”

Distracting her from his injuries, Michael bowed his head and kissed Nikita’s throat, lathing small nips along the column of her neck. She tried to resist, but his evasion methods worked. Moaning softly, her head fell back as he lathed her sensitive skin over and over. Nikita shivered when Michael’s chin rasped alongside the shell of her ear then she felt the soft touch of his tongue to her ear lobe. Her hands frantically reached for him, grabbing the fabric of his shirt as she tried in vain to remove his clothing.

“I want ...,” he muttered thickly, his breath like warm honey against her ear, “... you,” he eventually uttered tenderly.

Nikita opened her eyes with her non verbal reply. Exchanging teasing kisses, she kissed him gently sliding her tongue repeatedly between Michael’s softly parted lips until they were both breathless.


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His hand sought the opening to her jeans and with deft precision Michael opened the fastening as Nikita moved away from the bench she was leaning on. He pulled the denim away from her body and down her legs. Tightening his hands on her hips Michael then lifted Nikita up and placed her on the kitchen counter.

He guided his hand up her thigh and between her legs ever so softly that the sensation caused Nikita to rise up a little lifting her bottom as Michael’s hand rubbed against her. His touch was magic and stirred her feelings of hunger for more ... so much more, but Michael merely continued the sublime slow torture. Nikita barely had time to catch her breath before his fingers slid under her already moist panties to cup the damp curls between her legs. She felt one long finger tease and stroke her gently over and over. An aching moan rose in her throat and Nikita arched her spine in the sheer joy of his touch. Removing the scrap of silk, Michael exposed her warm flesh to the evening air until there was nothing between them but anticipation and the heat of desire.

Shivering, Nikita sighed in regret at the loss of his touch. However, it wasn’t long before she once again felt Michael’s deft hands. This time he tugged open her blouse revealing her glorious perky breasts and pulled her up against him. With quivering hands, she held on to Michael’s shoulders, her nails digging into his skin leaving welts of marked passion. Nikita’s head fell forward and he kissed her face amid the flowing tresses that blanketed them in a cocoon.

Michael’s lips roamed her face. It felt as if he was everywhere all at once as spot fires smouldered all over her body. His teeth nipped her skin. Nikita trembled. The feel of Michael’s tongue to her flesh exacerbated the goosebumps that rose wherever he went leaving a moist trail across her skin. His mouth slid down the column of her throat, past her breastbone and around her pebbled nipples until his hands cupped her taut breasts caressing them. Trailing kisses further down Nikita’s chest, then across her stomach, Michael sought the area where she was burning with a fever. His head dipped lower until she felt his warm lips caress her throbbing mound. Gripping his head to her body, Nikita moaned in the agony of the pleasure he evoked.

“Michael... oh Michael,” she cried out in supplication.

“Yes?”

“So ... good.”

He continued to anoint her as his tongue sought refuge in her pooling depths. Erotically stroking her, Michael delved deeper. He sensually lathed her folds and teased her sensitised nub backwards and forward. His tongue suckled; his teeth closed briefly over her nub, not hard enough to be painful ... but with just the right amount of pressure to send Nikita into spasms. Writhing in an uncontrollable pleasure, his lovemaking nearly brought her to the brink.

So lost was she in her own feelings that Nikita was unaware that Michael had left her to her own pleasures as he quickly removed his clothing. Moving back between Nikita’s spread legs; he edged forward until he was poised at the entrance of her moist depths. Suddenly her knees went to water and her legs went all wobbly. Michael wrapped an arm around her waist to support her on the bench. Nikita was in the throes of passion and he watched her succumb to her body’s arousal, then passion glazed eyes half opened to collide with his penetrating stare.

“Nikita.”

The sound of her name on Michael’s lips called to her from within the foggy recesses of her mind. He edged even closer, then holding her tightly he lunged slipping smoothly into her. Nikita’s eyes captured his at the very moment she felt Michael’s shaft slide along her walls. She gasped arching her body against him as he completely filled her until he was enclosed snugly within her depths. Michael paused for a moment, letting her get used to him.

Then ... he moved.

She moved with him.

Michael drew back almost sliding all the way out of her and Nikita tried to stop him by driving her hips to capture him again. Half rising from the kitchen bench and uttering a guttural moan, Nikita lifted her hips dragging Michael back to her. He thrust harder, then deeper. She welcomed him home. Again and again Michael thrust, moving his hips in a rhythm that Nikita matched stroke for stroke. Increasing the tempo, he held her tightly against him as he brought them both to the edge of surrender. With each hard, quick thrust, he pushed her across the bench, while the sound of their coupling merged with the moans emanating from Nikita’s throat.

Their lovemaking had never been this intense or this feral. Michael had a mind of his own and Nikita went along for the ride, a more than willing participant. With no qualms or regrets ... just pleasure ... sheer pleasure they made love as if there was no tomorrow. Circling her legs around his torso Nikita dug her heels into Michael’s flexing buttocks. He was incapable of stopping the rhythm of his movements. With repeated thrusts, their movements bordered on frenetic. He claimed Nikita again ... and again ... and again in a wild tempo of his total possession until he felt the swelling need for release. Unable to control his libido, Michael finally surged up against her, exploding uncontrollably.

Climaxing repeatedly, she too cried out in ecstasy. The sensations Nikita felt were like a kaleidoscope of lights permeating her brain. The lights of Victoria Harbour had just materialised before her very eyes but the view was better ... so much better because when she opened then ... she saw Michael lost in his own euphoric feelings.


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Nikita’s head slumped against Michael and he tightened his arms around her hugging her closely to his chest. Placing a kiss against her lips, perspiration dripped from their bodies while their rapid breathing echoed in the still of the apartment. It was useless to try and control their emotions. What they had just experienced was mind blowing. Michael shifted sightly but Nikita wrapped her arms around his neck not wanting to let him go, then with an intense look of wonder, she captured him in a loving embrace. Her buttocks were sore but her body felt wonderful even though the bench was cold and uncomfortable.

Drawing Nikita up to his body, Michael gently lifted her from the bench top once his breathing had returned to some normalcy and carried her into her bedroom. The lights of the Harbour twinkled in the evening sky like jewels on a bed of velvet ... but neither of them noticed the view from Nikita’s bedroom. They fell to the covers of her soft bed still entwined.

“Is this more comfortable?” Michael whispered in her ear.

“Oh ...Yes,” Nikita agreed in breathless anticipation pulling him down.


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