| Subject: À la Vie! - Chapter 59 (NC-17) |
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Diane
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Date Posted: Thursday, November 25, 11:48:20pm
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Diane
's message, "À la Vie! - Chapter 41+" on Friday, November 05, 11:09:31pm
Michael and Nikita were silent during the trip back to Michael’s loft. Michael had booked the honeymoon suite at the hotel, but Nikita insisted on waking in Michael’s arms in their “own” bed in their “own” house. Besides, they would be in Fiji for two weeks. That would give Nikita plenty of time to model the scandalous underclothes Carla and her friends had given her at her wedding shower. She already knew what she was wearing to bed on her wedding night.
Michael was deep in thought for a different reason. He wanted to satisfy Nikita without hurting her. What if he was too rough? Too quick? It had been almost two years since he had last had sex, and he didn’t want to scare her or put her off by giving in to his own need. He stole a look at Nikita, who met his eyes and then shyly looked away. He took her hand and entwined his fingers with hers. He could never hurt her. She was his soul mate. They were meant to be together. Everything would be all right.
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Michael slipped nude under the covers while Nikita brushed her teeth and hair. He didn’t think she was ready to undress him yet. That could wait for another time. Nikita turned off the bathroom light and entered the bedroom. She was wearing the À la Vie! t-shirt. He knew she would be. He had not anticipated her next move. She went to the head of the bed and pulled down all the covers so they would be within reach but out of the way. Michael lay completely exposed, and Nikita crawled in bed and lay down beside him.
“I want to see everything,” she explained. And she did. She ran her hand down his hip to his muscular thigh, gazing raptly at his maleness. Michael felt a little bit on display, like Michelangelo’s David. “Can I touch you?” she whispered. Michael nodded. She reached out her left hand tentatively and gently grasped his shaft. “It’s soft!” she said in surprise. She was referring to the texture, not the physical properties, because Petit Michel was quickly growing hard as a rock. She watched the process with growing fascination, and Michael felt himself blushing.
Her fascination grew into concern as Michael’s shaft grew longer and heavier. Michael quickly took her hand and made her look at his eyes. “I won’t hurt you,” he vowed. “I promise.” And Nikita looked at him and believed him. He reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, then pulled her face to his for a gentle kiss. She wrapped both arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, and Michael laid her back gently on the pillows. His right hand slipped to the hem of her T-shirt, and he cupped her left buttock. She wasn’t wearing underwear. She lifted her hips and he continued to slide the shirt upward until her breasts were exposed. She raised her arms to help him remove the T-shirt, and the unthinkable happened. They both heard the sound of ripping cloth.
Nikita quickly sat up and held the shirt up for examination. The thread on the left seam had finally given out, and there was a tear in the shirt about eight inches long. Michael held his breath. He knew how much this shirt meant to Nikita. How would she react? Would this cause some kind of setback? Nikita continued to stare at the hole, then she smiled wryly. Dropping the shirt off the side of the bed, she said calmly, “I guess I really don’t need the shirt anymore. I’ve got the real thing now.” Then she leaned over to Michael and kissed him. They were lying side by side now, facing each other, and Michael reached out to hook his right heel behind Nikita’s legs to draw her closer. They were touching everywhere, from head to toe.
Michael kissed Nikita’s eyelids, then slowly rolled her over onto her back. He looked in her eyes for any sign of hesitation. There was none. He rained butterfly kisses down her jaw, her throat, then took her right nipple into his mouth. It grew hard instantly, and he sucked gently, while pleasuring her other breast with his hand. His hand slipped lower, gliding down her sleek abdomen until he could cup her golden curls. She was already wet. He looked at Nikita’s face again. She was watching him with anticipation. He began to stroke her inner folds, totally lubricating his finger, Then, holding his breath, he inserted it into her core. Michael felt her inner walls clench in reaction, and he kissed her abdomen just above her curls while murmuring words of love in French. When he felt her relax a bit, a second finger joined the first, and they began to move slowly in and out in a steady rhythm. He ran his wet thumb around her slick pearl, and Nikita gasped. It was time.
He pulled his fingers out of Nikita’s core, and knelt between her legs. “Are you sure?” Michael asked one last time. Nikita licked her lips. “Very sure,” she responded. There was not a hint of fear or hesitation in her eyes or her voice—only love. Slowly, Michael positioned himself so that the tip of his arousal was at the center of her slick folds. He pressed the head of his erection through the barrier to her womanhood. God, she was tight! He stared into her eyes. He saw amazement. Rapture. And love. Encouraged, Michael entered her inch by inch by enticing inch until he was buried deep within her. Instinctively, Nikita wrapped her long legs around Michael’s waist, pulling him even closer. She moaned as he pulled part way out, and then slowly thrust back in.
Michael set a slow and languid pace. Nikita seemed to understand what was wanted from her, and she arched her back and began to meet him, thrust for thrust, in a rhythmic dance as old as time. He withdrew his manhood and ran the slick shaft back and forth over Nikita’s pink bud. She cried out, clenching his shoulders. Michael entered her again, and his thrusts became faster. He was very close, but trying desperately to wait for Nikita.
Nikita felt like a volcano ready to erupt. She’d heard about people having orgasms, but were they supposed to be this intense? She felt like she was on the verge of falling, and she wanted to leap. Suddenly, her world exploded, and her whole body jerked. She felt Michael thrust quickly three more times before spilling his hot seed into her as her womanhood went into wild spasms around him. Michael collapsed on top of her, bracing himself on his elbows. His breathing was ragged—his hair damp with sweat. She waited until her own breath was close to normal before she put her hands on either side of his face, looking him in the eyes. “Thank you,” she said solemnly.
Michael looked at her in amazement, then started to laugh. He rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. “Thank you,” he corrected her. “You gave me back my soul.”
“You gave me back my life,” returned Nikita sincerely. They gazed into each others eyes. They were both right. He moved Nikita aside for a moment, and reached down to pull the covers up over them. Michael pulled Nikita back into his arms, and they held each other, limbs entwined. As they drifted off to sleep, Nikita thought, À la Vie! indeed! If this is life, let me at it! She smiled.
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