|Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 187
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Date Posted: Thursday, March 10, 08:24:31pm
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Dawn crept over the Golfo de Cadiz and crept into Michael and Nikita’s room at the villa. They had made passionate love, then dozed blissfully. Nikita stirred in Michael’s arms and opened her eyes, smiling. She felt completely at peace; she pulled her arm from the duvet and brushed an auburn curl from Michael’s face as he continued to sleep.
How could I have found such a wonderful man....and how can I truly express how I feel about him....tell him what my heart feels.
Michael stirred, releasing his hold on Nikita and turned onto his back, continuing to sleep. Nikita snuggled closer and lay watching him.
Oh dear....you’ve stirred my senses again Michael....I will never get enough of you.
Nikita squeezed her legs together and fought to push her desire away. She slipped from the bed and tip toed into the bathroom. Turning on the shower, she stood under the facet as the water pulsed over her body. She reached for the shampoo and began washing her hair when suddenly the shower door swung open. She twisted around at the sound, soap and water blurring her vision.
“Is there room for two in here?” A soft voice whispered over the pulsing shower head.
“I hope you weren’t expecting anybody else Nee-kee-ta,” he whispered.
Nikita shook the shampoo suds and water from her face and grinned. “Well now...you never know...do you.”
Michael slipped into the shower stall and closed the door. “May I wash your back?”
“Of course...but you should be sleeping Michael...you must be tired...you only slept a couple of hours and.....”
I awoke and you were not there beside me....and I told you how much I missed you.”
Nikita glanced down at Michael’s growing erection and smiled. “I can see that, sir.”
Michael took Nikita’s hands and kissed them, then leaned forward and gently kissed her nose, eyes and cheeks. The water pulsed over their bodies as he drew her close and began nibbling on her neck Nikita wrapped her arms around Michael’s waist then slid her hands to his bottom and began drawing her finger nails lightly over his flesh. He shuddered and began sucking deeper on her neck and face. Nikita could feel his hard penis pushing against her stomach; she reached one hand between them and grasped his erection and began stroking his length. Michael pulled back and moaned loudly; he closed his eyes tightly and fought his desire for release as he held onto Nikita’s shoulders. She watched his reaction intently and began to slide down his body, holding his manhood in both hands. Michael’s fingers slid from her shoulders to her head; Nikita took his length into her mouth and began to work her tongue on Michael’s
My God....he’s actually letting me take him...letting go of his control...., she thought.
Nikita inserted Michael’s erection deeper into her mouth and began sucking while at the same time massaging his sacs with her fingers. That motion was Michael’s undoing: he grabbed her head and shoulders, yanking Nikita upright. Michael roughly grasped Nikita’s waist, lifting her and forcing her legs open. She flung her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist as he thrust into her opening while holding her bottom. Michael thrust over and over, his head falling back as he moaned loudly with his release.
The shower head pulsed water over their pounding bodies; Nikita felt a huge wave of climax rip through her body; her mind washed away in an overwhelming ecstacy. Michael held Nikita tightly; she clung to him, her body still quivering with the final wave of her orgasm.
Michael let Nikita slid slowly from his arms and reached to pick up a sponge and soap; he smiled and began to slowly draw the soapy sponge over her breasts, abdomen and between her legs. Nikita grinned, her eyes penetrating his.
“Trying to wash away the evidence of your deed are you monsieur?”, she teased.
“You are a devil woman Nee-kee-ta...and I know your plan....to possess me completely.”
“What? Not so...but we are making progress in that department....right?”
Michael turned her around and began washing her back; he kneeled in the shower stall and gently washed her bottom and legs, while depositing butterfly kisses over the small of her back and bottom. Nikita closed her eyes tightly, her whole body tingled with electricity at the feel of Michael’s touch. When he was finished, he handed her the sponge and Nikita proceeded to lather the soap over Michael’s chest; he watched intently and pulled back wet strands of her hair. Nikita squirted soap onto the sponge and reached down to wash Michael’s penis but he grabbed her hand and whispered in her ear.
“No...I better attend to that area...or we will never leave this shower.”
Nikita grinned. “You are always such a spoil sport Michael...well, let me do your back at least.”
Michael turned around and Nikita proceeded with lathering Michael’s back, bottom and legs.
“Gawd Michael you have a cute butt....mind you I’m sure lots of women have told you that.”
“Yes...of course they have....and I do have a good butt.”
“WHAT! This statement from Michael Samuelle? You are changing Michael...admitting personal things like that.”
Michael turned and took the sponge. “I am joking Nikita.... my butt is not something I pay much attention to.”
“I pay a great deal of attention to your butt....and your....”, she reached down to grasp Michael’s penis.
“Enough!”, he smiled while sweeping Nikita into his arms and kicking open the shower stall door.
“Michael! There’s water everywhere! Let me at least turn the shower off!”
“Very well.” Nikita reached in and switched off the facet. Michael swung around carrying Nikita into the bedroom; both were dripping water over the floor and rugs. Michael gently deposited Nikita on the bed and returned to retrieve a handful of towels. Padding across the floor towards the bed, Michael squatted on his knees and began toweling Nikita’s hair. Nikita attempted to reciprocate in drying Michael but he resisted her attempts until they ended up in a mock battle with the towels. They rolled over the bed, wrestling and nipping each other with love bites. Nikita grasped a towel and struck Michael across the buttocks; he looked startled.
“Whimp! Take that!” She shouted, her eyes flashing as she flung the towel again.
“You will pay for that lady!”
Michael lunged for Nikita’s legs, pulling them towards his body, he wrapped them around his neck and began kissing her opening. Nikita gasped, opening her legs wider while Michael commenced inserting his tongue and reached for her breasts. Nikita squealed with delight; her breathing became labored as she felt an approaching orgasm.
“Michael! Not fair...Nooooooooooo.......!!!”
Michael raised his head and stopped his delightful torment of her breasts. “Do you really want me to stop?” he smiled.
“Don’t you even think about stopping mister!”
Michael smirked, lowered his head and continued while his hands sought out Nikita’s breasts.
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