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Date Posted: Thursday, June 01, 04:18:50pm
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's message, "Anti-Virus" on Wednesday, May 17, 05:25:56pm
Chapter 6
“Are you ready to go?” he asked, tossing his napkin next to his plate.
Nikita nodded and stood. “Let’s go walk on the beach for a little while, so our food can settle,” she suggested.
“Okay,” Michael agreed, putting several bills in the little folder with the check.
As they stepped outside and walked the short distance from the restaurant to the sand, Nikita stopped and untied the straps to her sandals and picked them up, stepping barefoot into the still-warm sand.
“I love the beach at night,” she said, digging in her toes.
Michael put his hand on the small of her back as they walked towards the water, away from the lights along the boardwalk. She snuggled closer to him.
“Mmmmm. You’re warm,” she said.
“Are you cold?” he asked, slipping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer to his side.
“A little,” she said, enjoying his warmth.
They walked further down the beach to where there were no more restaurants and shops, only homes. The light came only from the moon and an occasional house light.
“How are you enjoying the house?” she asked.
“It’s nice. I like being at the beach. Do you think I should stay?” he asked, baiting her.
Nikita stopped walking and turned to face him. He watched her emotions flit across her face. She tilted her head as she gazed at him.
She nodded slowly and then shivered.
“Cold?” he asked, rubbing her arms to warm her.
Nikita shook her head from side to side. “It’s not from the cold,” she whispered.
Michael groaned and leaned in. Nikita’s lips met his halfway. Her sweater fell to the sand as Nikita’s arms twined themselves around Michael’s neck. The kiss was deep and passionate as their tongues swirled and mated. Michael pulled her tighter, marveling in the feel of her. It was as if he had never even felt another woman before.
Nikita’s head was swimming as Michael kissed her. It had been a long time since she had kissed anyone; not since Marco. But Michael’s kisses were drugging.
As they broke the kiss and pulled back slightly, Michael brought his hand up to run along the side of her cheekbone.
“So beautiful,” he whispered.
Nikita ducked her head shyly and leaned against him. Michael wrapped his arms around her. She could feel Michael’s heart beating rapidly against her ear. She knew that her own heart was racing as well.
She made up her mind quickly.
“Michael?” she whispered.
“Hmmm?” he murmured against her hair.
“Can we go back to my apartment now?” she asked.
Michael stomach clenched as he pulled away from her.
“Of course. I’m sorry if I was moving too…” he said, apologizing.
Nikita stopped him by putting her fingers against his mouth. She shook her head. “I want you to come with me,” she said smiling shyly.
Michael groaned and pulled her back into a breath-stealing kiss. Then, after pulling apart with difficulty, they made their way quickly back to the car.
The Porsche’s gears scraped again as Michael drove as quickly as possible back to Nikita’s. The task was made much more difficult as Nikita nibbled on his neck, chin, and mouth – leaning over from the passenger seat.
The door to her apartment banged open as they finally managed to unlock it and practically tumble inside, their mouths never losing contact. Michael pulled away for a moment and managed to close and lock it behind them before turning to watch Nikita drop both shoes and head for her bedroom with a sultry look over her shoulder.
Michael took off his coat and draped it over the chair, consciously willing himself to leave his phone and ignore the fact that he had succeeded in getting into her apartment. He didn’t want to ruin the moment by analyzing the target.
Turning, he followed her into the bedroom and shut the door.
Nikita was waiting beside the bed when he entered the room. She had lit a candle beside the bed and looked glorious in the soft light. Michael walked to her and gathered her into his arms again, determined to slow the pace so they could enjoy it.
Nikita’s arms went around his neck as she melted against him; her soft curves pressing into his body. He reached up and untied the strap around her neck, letting her light summer dress flutter to the floor. His hands caressed across her bare back and down across her hips where only the thin straps of her panties remained. Nikita groaned and her head fell back, exposing the long white column of her throat. Michael kissed his way from her mouth, along her neck and shoulder until he reached the delicious peak of her firm breast.
She sighed and leaned back further in his arms, allowing him better access. Somewhere in the reaches of her mind, Nikita could hardly believe what was happening. She tried to remind herself that they had only met that morning, but then Michael turned her quickly in his arms and held her so that her back was against his chest. The sudden movement drove a sensual cry of surprise from her lips and all thoughts from her mind.
Leaning her head back against his shoulder, Nikita kissed Michael’s ear, jaw, neck – anything she could reach. Her hands slipped behind her to caress the hardness that was proof of how much he wanted her. Michael’s own hands toyed for a moment with her very hard nipples, and then slid torturously down her stomach and slipped inside the bit of lace that still covered her.
Nikita gasped as his fingers circled her sex, sending up goosebumps on her body.
“Michael please,” she whimpered, slumping against him.
Smiling with pure male satisfaction, he lowered her to the bed and stepped back to undress himself. The look of raw hunger in Nikita’s eyes as she watched, made him hurry, and soon he had joined her on the bed.
Now it was Nikita’s turn to explore. Her hands, followed by her mouth, discovered each part of Michael’s anatomy, drawing sighs of pleasure from him as well. Michael was conscious about how long it had been for him, and when her warm mouth closed over his shaft, it was almost his undoing. Steeling himself and allowing for a few moments of bliss, he let her continue for a short while – but then he pulled her up, sliding her body against his as he did so.
Her mouth met his again, and then she abruptly pulled back.
“Oh shit!” she muttered, sitting up.
“What is it?” he asked, truly confused.
Nikita leaned over and rifled through her nightstand drawer. Michael enjoyed the view immensely, but was still confused as to what she was doing.
“Nikita?” he asked again as she sat upright, an annoyed expression on her face.
“I… do you … I don’t have any condoms,” she said, slightly embarrassed.
Michael smiled at her predicament and shrugged. “Sorry,” he said, realizing that he didn’t have one either.
“Damn it,” she said, getting out of bed.
She threw on a robe and hurried out of the room, returning a few minutes later with a handful of foil packets.
“Success!” she said, waving them triumphantly. “I stole them from Carla. That slut has an industrial size box in there,” she joked.
“Lucky for us,” Michael said, chuckling as Nikita threw off her robe and slinked toward him on the bed.
Her mouth made short work of returning him to his full length, and then she slid the latex sleeve down over him. Climbing astride him, Nikita put her hands on his chest and leaned forward to kiss him. Michael held her hips and slowly slid upwards, slipping into her tight channel. He pulled back slightly and then slid back in to the hilt, eliciting moans of pleasure from both of them.
Nikita felt delightfully stretched as she happily noticed the increased size of her current lover. Every part of her was tingling as the muscles in Michael’s arms rippled as he lifted her hips up and down.
Nikita took control then, and pushing with her knees, increased the up and down pace. Michael let go of her waist and moved his hands upward to tease her nipples as she rode him. After a few minutes of Nikita’s frantic pace, Michael slipped an arm around her middle and turned her over. He chuckled at Nikita’s wide eyes as he slipped ever so slowly back into her. Her eyes fluttered closed at the renewed contact.
“Ohhh, Michael,” she breathed as his weight pressed her into the bed.
“Oh, is right,” Michael thought as the slower pace helped him to relax enough to hold out a bit longer.
Shortly, however, the slow pace was not enough for Nikita and she began to whimper and squirm for more. Michael, who was near the end of his endurance, was only too happy to oblige. As his thrusting increased in tempo, so did Nikita’s moans increase in volume, until, much to Michael’s relief, she shuddered against him only a moment before he too crashed into his release.
Panting, Michael rolled off of Nikita and pulled her against his side. She too was out of breath, and her eyes were closed. Michael knew that he would have to tell her the truth. But not yet.
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