Subject:  I Remember Sarah - Chapter 14*** Very NC 17 |
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Date Posted: Sunday, September 11, 07:30:47pm
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Loveroy
's message, "I Remember Sarah - Chapter 7 forward (NT)" on Sunday, August 21, 01:21:17am
Chuck smiled while Sarah pulled him to their home in the clouds. Sarah was able to inspire her husband, even when the concerns were insurmountable and the delivery seemed impossible. The former Section One operative started smiling the day he was assigned to marry Sarah, a woman who became the cliché ray of light that brought joy into his then dimly lit life. He hated to see her hurt or preoccupied and although heaven was a panacea and pain was verboten he wanted to make sure Sarah understood her brother Michael’s position from the start of his deep blood cover mission.
Hoping that he didn’t disappoint Sarah with his insight Chuck said, “You do understand that Michael is in mission mode and not infatuated with Nikita.”
Sarah asked surprised, “What do you mean?” And then without waiting for an answer to the obvious insight she furthered, “He just told her she took his breath away.”
Chuck deeply sighed, “Sarah, I don’t want you disillusioned when this romantic notion of yours falls apart. Please understand that to Michael this is just another mission, like the Vacek mission was.”
“Fine,” She answered a little pissy, “but remember my friend Nikita is not that pathetic Elena. Care to make a wager about the outcome of this night?”
The heavens shook with verve; first smut and now wagering, what could this group of former anti-terrorists next bring to the orderly afterlife? St. Peter smiled as he chatted with the Archangel; the possibilities these fairly new arrivals brought with them were as limitless as the face of humanity itself. God’s children were varied, but these Samuelles, both living, dead or by association or marriage were a special breed of pluckiness. Like the Archangel had opined, these operatives, especially the Jones-Samuelles, were almost cartoonish representations of some clever television character that managed to leave the audiences wanting more – almost flawless in their imperfection.
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Nikita blinked in disbelief for Michael had told her that she took his breath away, but her experience as a Valentine Op warned her that his voice carried the expected patented insincerity of a valentiner. She was not going to allow her conceptualization of a romantic interlude with the likes of Michael to blind her to the reality that this was still a mission for both. Nikita however rationalized that Michael was indeed yummy and that her father wanted her to make babies with the man and she was a good daughter almost always listening to her father’s wishes.
Michael, his head buried in Nikita’s recently-ample chest decided to enjoy the comfort that was the pretty girl. She did make him smile, which was a rarity in his convoluted existence and she did have a rare allure with her incomparable ‘something’. He licked the tip of her nipples almost reverently for he was thankful to the woman that helped memorialize his sister’s existence with her selfless act of bearing little Sarah. She stirred and another flood of warmth covered the parts of her body she rarely used for pleasure, and again reasoned that she should have listened to Cosmo and learned how to masturbate to her heart’s content.
Michael realizing what she was doing when she followed the bubbles in a desperate attempt to gain control of herself, allowed her that much. He recognized the pleasure that comes with controlling ones climax and she felt a release overtake her that would certainly sanction the debauchery to come. She was enjoying the sensations, his mouth, her fingers, his strong persona making her tingle and she gave herself permission to forget the anger and take pleasure from this gorgeous man.
With a tiny bit of regret for his treacherous behavior, but with a lot of lustful anticipation Michael forged ahead to make Nikita’s first time extraordinary. His legendary penis ready to do battle, hard and perfect and mesmerizing the blonde who could see it bobbing underwater to the rhythm of the air-jets. She was now facing him, her legs wrapped around his waist and she could next feel the fabled staff resting impatiently in the crack of her ass. They were both experiencing so many extraordinary sensations that differed tremendously from previous ones that Nikita wondered who knew it could be this fabulous. Alas, a kiss was not just merely a kiss when delivered by Michael and his precise mouth or received by Nikita and her divine one.
She was tingly and wound tighter than a top and she wanted him to pull the string and send her whirling aimlessly into a perfect orgasm that took her breath away. He sucked softly on her breasts and bit sweetly the tight skin around them, ending each cycle with a quick nip at the hardened tips. Her neck was stretched back, exposing her cutis to the man’s gifted mouth that would periodically pay attention to her heated chin, eyelids, neck and earlobes, alternating left and right. He was munching on her lips and sucking them into his mouth and his attention was focused on every reaction the woman revealed with each searing life altering progression.
Nikita started to touch Michael’s ‘hoo-ha’ and he stopped her since he didn’t want to think of his own pleasure until she experienced her own. Michael didn’t know how to let go and he was sure that if she touched him, with inexperienced and unpracticed tentative moves, he would disintegrate and loose himself in the woman’s amateur hands. Intensifying instead his attention to the slick little tip of flesh that somehow projected her desperate need, he lost himself in the facial expressions that were just as enticing as the feel of her pearl and Michael forged on.
He forgot that she was also taking part in this exercise and that no amount of exertion of restraint on his part would dominate her spontaneous combustion. Just as his need was becoming ungovernable, he had to call on every last bit of his famous control when Nikita further unleashed her wildness. She was dangerous, this Michael understood, and he could see himself becoming Chuck-like and falling headfirst for this wonderful blonde; then he reproached that he should not let his dick dictate to his mind.
Nikita reached back and grabbed his rod; she rubbed it roughly against her ass and closed her eyes enjoying the feel. Then she stood, her center hovering over Michael’s head and he comprehended her suggestion, so extending his tongue and first softly then intently licking her core, he proceeded. She squirmed in disbelief with the irrecognizable sensation that filled every part of her fit body and delighted in the rush. Michael was giving her head, blowing her or eating her who cared what the vernacular was; all she knew was that it felt soooooo gooooooood and that she was glad it was this handsome man making her feel so actualized.
He was pushing the lips that guard the stone with his pruney fingers and exposing the hard center, which he would quickly draw into his mouth. Her legs would start to give at the incredible sensation and he would move the unused hand to her muscular bottom where he would pinch and manhandle the gluteus with surprising dexterity and hold her up. He was insistent, his tongue particularly ingenious, his fingers incomprehensibly talented and the dick Nikita could see below, inviting as hell.
The woman closed her blue eyes, which were stormy and deep and he was glad because just the thought of those orbs ogling his endowment threatened one more time to unravel him. He was insistent in his attention to her center, licking, pinching, scratching and nipping at her sleek wet nucleus. He realized his tongue was enough to make her cum and he moved both hands to her waist, moving her expertly around, in and out, until the woman could take no more of his omnipotent accomplishments.
Nikita mumbled breathlessly, “Oh my, is that what I have been missing?” And then almost screaming she cried in a throaty expletive, “Shit. I have never even faked one such as this. Oooohhh YES!
She was so ready, she was so close, and her highs were frustratingly stopped when he pulled back and her lows extended when he dug his tongue deeper into her parts. He was enjoying this almost as much as she was and she anticipated his prick replacing his tongue almost as much as he did. She was begging, holding his head to her center, digging her nails into his scalp and melting like the Wicked Witch of the West.
“Holy Shit… Mykohl fuck me now!”
He licked one more time, and with a deep guttural groan she collapsed to her knees and he pushed her hips down, entering her hard and powerfully. “Let me guide you,” He begged.
Nikita smirked, still overwhelmed with the rush that continued to overcome her center, her heart, her being and she bounced with her knees folded at either side of the man desperately attempting to what – get more? Although he wanted command he was willingly allowing Nikita’s enthusiasm to govern the moment. Her movements became more interestingly rhythmical and in one of her moves she allowed the man to enter her ass and they both froze for a moment in surprise, forehead to forehead as they calmed down.
He started to pull out and she implored, “Give me control.”
And Michael did, allowing her to continue bouncing jubilantly on his embedded soldier, no delicacy as great as the feeling of her tight little ass deep around his hard rod. When he felt he would cum, when she knew he would climax, she pulled out and sat her femaleness swiftly on the man’s long staff. He closed his eyes then opened them fast; his eyes were silver like molten steel and he poured their liquidity into her blue ocean ones. She bounced, or was it him, and they came together one more time, holding each other so tightly that they were literally one.
His ‘Os’ spectacular, her ‘Ahhs’ mesmerizing and their ‘yes… Yes… Oh God, yes…’ defining. The after shock surprised Nikita, the little spurt of cum enchanted the man and the mini temblors so enjoyable that they knew they needed to do it again, just to experience the petite morte one more time. They were bound now by a carnal need they both knew necessarily had nothing to do with love or honor or friendship.
This experience served to do more than find the perfect sexual accomplice for each participant, in a world full of mismatched mates. Wasteful alliances that brought nothing more than temporary reprieve and erroneous associations that thankfully ended with this tryst for Michael and that Nikita had never known. She finally released her grip on his manhood and smiled kissing his soft warm lips.
“Thank You,” he whispered touching her lips with his tongue.
“Can I give you head?” She asked, he laughed, “I promise I’ll swallow you whole.”
Michael laughed again, whispering while not allowing her to move from his semi-soft rod “La Femme Nikita”.
He picked her up in his strong hands, moving her to the round bed that spun slowly close by, soaking wet from the spa and the cum. The movie playing in the enormous flat screen television was ‘Deep Throat’, that 60s icon of pornographic showpiece. She knelt before him, one knee on each side of the man and she grinned as he lifted his brows in expectation.
Before bending to take him in her mouth she said, “Deep Throat, now there is a title I can wrap my lips around.” Nikita began giving the man the blowjob of his life and as his manhood touched the back of her throat in a savage tempo, he played purposely with her clit and he spurted cum. As promised she did swallow him whole rewarding him with trust.
After calming down and while Nikita still licked her lips to his total joy, Michael confessed, “I could get used to this, you know.”
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The couple floated blissfully into slumber when Chuck heard Sarah mumble, “That a girl Nikita,” and wondered what his wife meant by the remark.
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