|Subject: Chapter 5 NC-17
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Date Posted: Tuesday, February 21, 10:59:16am
In reply to:
's message, "All of Me" on Wednesday, January 11, 02:54:40pm
Sitting across from Michael, Nikita was all smiles as she listened to him ask the waiter for their check. She couldn't remember a more lovelier day than the one she had today. Michael had taken her to a small bistro for lunch, and then they browsed the shops in the market place all afternoon. He had suggested they continue the day into night and have dinner in the village, and she had happily accepted.
Once their bill was paid, Michael asked Nikita what she would like to do next.
"We could go back to my place and have a night cap on the beach again," she suggested.
Michael stood, extended his hand to her and said, "Sounds wonderful," then escorted her from the restaurant.
When they arrived at Nikita's villa, Michael opened the car door for her then took her hand in his and helped her to her feet.
"I enjoyed today Nikita. Thank you for spending it with me." Michael said as the pair walked towards the front of the small house.
Nikita gave him a shy smile and replied, "Thank you for spending it with me Michael. I can't remember ever having a day like today."
Michael slipped his arm around her waist as they started towards the door when suddenly the sky opened up and it began to pour. Nikita giggled and took Michael's hand in hers then made a run for it. When they arrived at the door, she quickly unlocked it and they both dove inside laughing.
"I guess a night cap inside is in store for tonight, if that's okay?" Nikita asked.
Michael brushed a tuft of wet hair from her cheek and swept it behind her ear and replied, "It is."
His touch was burning her skin and fueling the desire within her that had been building all day long.
Nikita smiled and said, "If you wouldn't mind, the wine is in the kitchen and I'll go get us some towels to dry off with."
Michael answered her softly, "I don't mind at all."
Nikita strode to the bathroom and found some fluffy white towels in the closet. She held them against her chest for a minute while looking at her reflection in the mirror.
'Oh my god!' her mind screamed.
Her makeup was in a state of disarray, her hair looked like a rat had moved into it and nested. She dropped the towels on the sink and quickly washed her face to get the rest of the make up off then ran a brush through her ratty looking hair and put it up in a pony tail. Semi satisfied that her appearance would suffice, she picked up the towels again and made her way to the kitchen.
Michael turned as he heard her approaching and grinned. He didn't care that her makeup had run, or the fact that her hair was a mess from the rain. She was breath taking to him either way.
Nikita handed Michael a towel and received a soft "Thank you." as he started to blot his face dry.
She watched him pat himself dry and swallowed hard. His face so soft and inviting, his hair curling from it's dampness. He was devastatingly handsome.
She tore her gaze away and looked at the counter.
"I see you found the wine alright."
Michael looked over at her, "I couldn't find an opener." He smiled and said, "Or the cups."
Grinning, Nikita walked over to the island where the bottle stood and opened a drawer full of tea towels, rummaging through it until she pulled out the opener. She turned to him, embarrassed, "I threw it in there last night after I opened that bottle."
Michael gave her a small grin and continued blotting his hair dry.
Nikita turned back to the island and began to insert the cork screw into the bottle. Her mind was racing as she could not shake the sight of a wet Michael from her mind. She stood at the counter for a long time with the cork screw in her hand but made no move to withdraw the cork from the bottle. She was brought out of her reverie when Michael came to stand behind her. He reached around her and placed his hands on top of hers on the bottle.
Nikita gasped at the feeling of his muscular arms around her body and instinctively leaned back into his strong embrace.
"Michael," she whispered.
Michael let his hands drift down hers then up her arms. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck and placed a chaste kiss there, replying, "Ni-kita".
Nikita moaned as Michael feathered another kiss on her neck. Michael let his hands roam Nikita's arms and shoulders, then slipped them around her waist and pulled her tightly against his hard body.
Nikita gasped as she felt how aroused he was. She slowly turned in his arms to face him and slipped her arms around his neck. The two stood there caressing each other with their eyes, until Michael leaned in and lightly kissed her lips. Nikita returned the kiss, and nipped at his bottom lip. That did it. The once light, gentle caresses quickly became more urgent and passionate. Nikita ran her fingers through Michael's damp hair, while Michael caressed her bare back then cupped her bottom as he pulled her tightly against him.
Michael hungrily kissed her as though her lips were the richest ambrosia. He couldn't seem to get enough of her and dipped his head to change the angle of their kiss. Nikita softly moaned into his mouth as the flames burning deep inside her grew higher and higher.
The sounds of her pleasure urged Michael on further as he slowly lifted Nikita up and sat her on the island behind her and then slid in between her long legs. His hands caressed her bottom and pulled her into his body as their kisses became more heated, almost desperate.
Michael slid his hands up her back and into her hair, releasing the holder so her hair fell freely about her face. His hands moved to her neck and slowly undid the clasp that was holding her dress up. As the material fell from her shoulders, Michael pulled back from the kiss and started to nip and kiss his way down her face and neck heading towards her now bare breasts.
Nikita had wrapped her legs around Michael's waist and slid her hands down his back to pull his shirt free. Once she had freed the garment, she ran her hands up his back and into his hair. She held his head to her body as he nipped and caressed her now sensitized breasts.
Knowing that he needed more than this from her, Michael slowly lifted his head up from her chest and looked into her eyes. A question was asked and answered, yet no words were spoken aloud. Nikita reached out and began to unbutton Michael's shirt. When she was done, Nikita slid it off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
Michael slid his hands under Nikita and picked her up off the counter . A small groan escaped Michael's lips as Nikita twined her legs tighter around his waist. With her hands firmly clasped behind his head, Nikita leaned in and re-ignited their passionate lip lock as Michael turned them and started walking towards the stairs.
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