|Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 231 - NC-17
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Date Posted: Tuesday, August 16, 08:49:19pm
In reply to:
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapters 221 & forward" on Sunday, July 10, 08:59:36pm
Michael strode through the darkened livingroom of their suite and headed towards the bedroom: the door was closed with no light showing beneath. He slowly opened the door; a visible outline of a body beneath the duvet could be seen on the bed.
“Nikita....are you asleep? We should talk.”
There was no answer. He walked slowly up to the bed, stepping over Nikita’s clothes on the floor. He sat on the edge of the bed. “Nikita?” Still no reply.
“I know you are upset about the mission and the command I gave Reilly but you must understand....there are some things that have to be done.”
Nikita turned and sat upright in the bed; she was naked, her breasts visible in the glow of moonlight. Michael attempted to avert his eyes from her breasts and concentrate of her face. He reached out for her hand, which she withdrew immediately.
“Why did you undermine my leadership on this mission Michael? Didn’t you think I could kill Briocette....I have killed before....many times.”
“I told you before you left on the mission....I wanted the other team members to do the killing.”
“Yes, I remember that conversation....and I told you if I was team leader, I would not order the men to kill the targets without me doing the same. You undermined me Michael, and the men know that.”
“Reilly is the only....no one else knows of the second layer command.”
“They’re not fools Michael...I returned to the van and after two shots, Reilly returned....they know he killed Briocette and the girl....who was an innocent.”
“You are unable to kill innocents Nikita.”
“THERE WAS NO NEED TO KILL HER! That’s the difference between you and I....and always will be....you will never understand the importance of only destroying our enemies and not innocent bystanders who happen to be on site.”
Nikita flopped back on the pillows, drawing her fingers through her hair and placing her hands under her head. Michael’s gaze followed her face down to her breasts; he swallowed hard and fought desperately to not reach out and embrace each mound.
“Please Nikita....let’s not argue now. Perhaps it was a mistake to order Reilly to eliminate the target....I am certain you are able to complete a profile as shown.”
“Don’t try to placate me Michael....there’s enough light in this room to see the look in your eyes....you want to fuck me....it’s written all over you.”
“Do you not want the same thing?”
Nikita twisted sideways in the bed, away from Michael and attempted to pull the duvet up to her neck She fought to control her breathing and the growing ache in her womanhood. When she didn’t answer, Michael reached over and stroked her hair.
“Nikita? I love you....and want you....please.....”
“I....I don’t think so Michael...you probably shouldn’t....you are not well enough yet....I think you should sleep on the sofa....or better still, you have the bed, I’ll move to the sofa.”
She crawled to the far end of the bed, swinging her legs over the side, dragging the duvet with her. Michael stood up and watched her. She stood rooted in one spot, attempting to pull the duvet around her naked body. They stood silently, the only light, the filtered moonlight coming through the large patio windows: neither one moved for several seconds. Then Michael quietly began to undress, first pulling off his sweater, then removing his black jeans, shoes and socks. Nikita stood, motionless, watching him, her eyes riveted to the glisten of his body, her eyes lowering as he slid his boxer shorts off, dropping them to the floor. His erection sprang free from the hindering material. Nikita’s breath sucked in as she desperately fought to look away; but to no avail. Once again, they stood staring at each other, neither one making a move. Slowly, Michael made his way to the other side of the bed and reached out to take the duvet from Nikita; it dropped to the floor and Nikita stood naked, her body bathed in moonlight. Michael extended his hand to her; she took his. With his other hand, he stroked her breast and leaned in to kiss her neck. Nikita inhaled sharply, pulled her hand from his and wrapped them around his neck; she could feel his erection pressing into her abdomen and an insistent throbbing inside her opening. Michael’s lips and tongue were exploring her face, neck and mouth while his hands sought out her buttocks, pulling her closer, massaging and gently pinching.
Nikita’s breathing came in short stabs as she could feel an approaching orgasm; she struggled to force her thoughts elsewhere.
Oh God! He’s making me come already....damn him!
Suddenly Michael swept her up in his arms and placed her on the bed, burying his face in her breasts, his mouth sucking each nipple while his expert fingers toyed with her opening. Nikita thrust her hips upward as her orgasm washed over her. She bucked and grasped his head as she road out her climax. As she lay recovering, Michael wiped her face with a corner of the duvet and kissed her gently on the tip of her nose. She pushed him back, her eyes taking in his growing arousal.
“You do everything very well Michael...like you told me once....that is important to you....”
“Perhaps....if I give you pleasure....that gives me pleasure.”
Nikita sat up and motioned to his arousal. “Now what....are you going to let me be the team leader....to give you pleasure?”
“I hope so....or I will be in a great deal of pain....I am yours....team leader.”
Nikita started to get up from the bed. “Well, monsieur Samuelle....let’s just see how much control you have....I’m going to go sleep on the sofa....like I said.”
Nikita smiled and started for the door, turned back to see Michael with a look of desperation on his face. She slowly started to return to the bed, stood, then pushed Michael back onto the pillows.
“Are you going to trust me....to make decisions Michael?”
“You are a devil woman Nikita....you know you are blackmailing me.....and enjoying it.”
“Well, sex can be many things.....enjoyable as it is....you know how to possess me....and now I want something in return.”
“Power, control...it’s yours Nikita.” Michael twisted uncomfortably on the bed, his need growing.
She grinned and climbed onto his body, digging her fingers into his chest. Michael moaned and closed his eyes. Slowly she lowered herself onto his enormous arousal and began to move very slowly up and down. Michael began thrusting upwards and reached out for Nikita.
“NO! I am in charge! Just lie there and let me do what I want....understand!”
“Ahhhhh....yes....fine....but please I can’t take.....”
“No more talking Michael!”
Michael began breathing heavily, struggling to control his body from thrusting upwards, fighting to not grab Nikita and begin pounding into her. She started slow movements, lowering her body to take half of his erection, then pulling out. At one point she removed her opening completely and grasped his erection in one hand, milking him while watching his face. Michael’s eyes rolled back and he gasped, then moaned loudly. Nikita raised her body and lowered herself again on Michael’s arousal; he shouted into the night and reached forward to hold her shoulders. Nikita allowed him to do this and began rocking forward and up and down; increasing the movements faster. Michael gasped and whispered hoarsely.
“Nee-kee-ta! Please....I want to hold you....to come with you....please!”
Nikita smiled, pleased with her final control over Michael. “Fine....we can both be team leaders now....together.”
Michael grasped Nikita’s waist and began thrusting frantically upwards; she rode him, clutching his arms. Michael wanted desperately to throw her on her back and pound into her body, possessing her, owning her - but he relinquished his control and allowed Nikita to own him.
He could feel the approach of his climax but wanted Nikita to be with him. He pulled her forward and began nipping her breasts and lowered his hands to her back and bottom. He traced circles with his fingers and felt her breath inhale. Then suddenly with one hand, he reached forward and circled her bud with his fingers. Nikita moaned loudly and began to climax; Michael’s tongue thrust into hers. Michael felt his orgasm grip his body as he shuddered and Nikita pounded fiercely onto his arousal. Together their climaxes ripped through their bodies, continuing for several minutes until Nikita fell onto Michael’s chest, exhausted and spent. Michael clutched Nikita tightly; his breathing continuing to come in stabs. They lay together for the next several minutes, neither moving.
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