| Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 237 - NC-17 |
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Date Posted: Sunday, October 23, 08:05:38pm
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's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 237 and forward" on Sunday, October 23, 08:00:17pm
The following morning, Michael worked in the van at the airport with Reilly, installing the ozeman processor and other high tech equipment. Nikita had remained at the hotel taking video footage of all personnel going in and out of the target house on Rue Bonaparte.
As Nikita looked up from the camera, she settled back onto her chair, smiling as she recalled last night with Michael. After eating the take-out food he had purchased, they finished the bottle of Merlot and Nikita had announced she was going to take a shower. Michael had been deeply engrossed in uploading the mission profiles onto comm units and merely nodded a reply. After a quick shower, Nikita had emerged from the bathroom, completely naked; she stood before Michael as he worked at the computer.
“Uhhhhhh....Michael, would you dry my back....I think I missed a spot,” she teased.
Michael looked up and inhaled sharply. “Nikita....the curtains are not drawn....someone might see you.”
“Oh...sorry....let me just close those nasty curtains,” she smirked.
Michael jumped up and quickly pulled the curtains closed and pulled down the blind. Nikita edged over to him, dangling the towel in front of him. “Ahhhhh....my back please.”
Michael’s eyes bore into hers as he grabbed the towel, wrapping it around her back and pulling her body into his. “You love to tease me, don’t you.”
“Me? I never tease....I mean business every time.....” she grinned, reaching for the front of his pants and the growing bulge within.
Michael grabbed her waist, picked her up and back stepped towards the bed. Nikita hung on to his shoulders tightly as they fell back onto the bed which let out a protesting screech. Their mouths hungrily sought each other out as Michael stroked her back and bottom. Nikita pulled back, looking down at Michael.
“Best get you out of those clothes monsieur Samuelle....you do your best work naked,” she leered.
Michael swung his legs off the bed and quickly began to pull off his sweater and pants. Nikita sat crouched on the bed and leaned forward, pulling down his silk boxer shorts. His erection sprang forth as he kicked the garment away. Nikita stared, amazed as she was certain he was growing larger before her eyes. Michael pushed her backwards onto the bed, his eyes filled with lustful desire.
“You are a tease you devil woman....and now you will pay,” he whispered.
“Is that a promise monsieur,” she grinned.
Michael’s reply was to take her body in his arms and smother her stomach and womanhood with kisses and an experienced tongue. Nikita inhaled sharply; she could already feel a climax beginning to overwhelm her.
Oh my gawd....already...no, he mustn’t know he can have this affect on me....I.......
Nikita’s orgasm washed over her as she fought to keep her eyes on Michael but the room and his body were a blur washed in a tidal wave of light. She could hear his voice whispering in her ear. “Come for me Nikita....keep coming....you are so beautiful when you let yourself go over the edge.”
~ ~ ~
Nikita squirmed in her chair and sat upright, refocusing the video camera as she spotted another person entering the target house.
Damn....could have managed to re-live that whole episode again, she smiled.
She filmed the man in a grey suite entering the house then turned the camera off, sitting back in her chair, she squeezed her legs together as the memory of Michael’s need last night flooded back. He had wanted her immediately after watching her climax and had thrust deep inside her. The feel of Michael pulsing and pounding into her body had brought her to another orgasm within minutes. Later they had laid together, tightly entwined in each other’s arms.
Nikita sighed and stood up to stretch; she walked over and retrieved a bottle of water, glancing over at the unmade bed. They had advised the hotel no maid service was required.
Better tidy up....the place looks like a love pit. She giggled.
~ ~ ~
Reilly tossed tools into a leather bag and glanced over at Michael. “That should work now....the satellite feed can be bounced off the receiver back at the villa so we should be able to focus the ozeman directly at the security system. Michael nodded and continue to work on hooking up a new transponder to enable call tracing without splayed ferreting. Reilly peered at Michael and quietly leaned over, spotting a large mark on his neck.
Hummmm....glad to see those two are still at it. Love bite that size must have meant an all nighter....lucky bugger.
Michael looked up suddenly; Reilly jumped back and shrugged. “Oh sorry mate...just a little jumpy...tired I guess....been a long haul organizing the equipment from Center and flying here. I could use a few hours kip.”
“Yes certainly...there is a room for you and your men at the hotel Nikita and I are at. I want the van to remain here at the airport until we’re ready for ingress on the target. You and your men can come back with me....the others will remain here.”
Reilly glanced at Dalton’s men who were sitting outside the van, cleaning and re-cleaning their weapons. “Ahhhhh.....I think we’ll remain here....grab some sleep in the hanger....best to keep the men altogether....ahhhhh, if you don’t mind.”
Michael shot a glance at the men squatting outside the van. “Yes, I understand. We will go tonight if the intel indicates our targets are on mark. You should have everything you need here....food and water and sleeping bags.” Michael rose from the computer display and stared darkly at Reilly. “This mission would not be able to proceed without you and your men’s expertise....I appreciate your help. I’ll return to the hotel and determine our next window of opportunity....better grab that sleep....we may be going in the next few hours.”
Reilly nodded and Michael stepped from the van, addressing the men. “Reilly is in charge at this end....we will hopefully be initiating the action within a few hours.” With that, he turned and headed towards his Mercedes.
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