| Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 162 - rated 18+** |
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Date Posted: Thursday, November 18, 08:38:51pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 151 & forward" on Wednesday, October 20, 08:23:26pm
Michael had worked the rest of the day on the encryption and firewall blocks on Dalton’s software. He had lunch brought into him and left a message for Nikita that he would join her for dinner in their suite that evening.
They sat in silence eating; Nikita looked up at Michael, clutching her wine glass.
“So....this job for Dalton taking longer that you thought?”
“Yes, whoever created the software, inserted complicated security devices....I’ll break them....hopefully tomorrow.”
“What about his buyer?”
Michael smiled. “Dalton has him ensconced with some female distraction....told him the software is being made more user friendly.”
“Very droll. How come you didn’t want to eat dinner with Dalton tonight?”
“He’s dining with his guest....his client....and anyway, I prefer to dine with just you.”
“Oh....I see.”
Michael set his wine glass down and looked at Nikita. “Okay...I know Dalton was very dismissive this morning at breakfast....he sees women ....well as ornaments....not really as....”
“.....something other than a body to screw.”
“Ahhhh....yes....I’m sorry Nikita. I knew you would be upset...and rightly so.”
“No problem Michael....just as long as we can leave here....soon.”
“We will....I promise.”
After the dishes were removed from their suite, Michael and Nikita sat together on a large loveseat, sipping brandy. Michael clutched his brandy snifter in one hand and played with Nikita’s hair with the other. She leaned her head on his shoulder and stroked his thigh. Michael felt his groin tighten and he bent to kiss her ear and neck. Nikita drained the remainder of her brandy and turned to stare into Michael’s eyes.
“Want to go to bed? You’ve been working all day....you must be tired Michael.”
He suppressed a smile. “Well, yes....I could I suppose.”
Nikita ran her hand over the bulge in his black jeans and grinned. “Very well monsieur.”
Michael reached for her hand, removing it. “Naughty lady.”
Nikita pulled Michael towards the bedroom, then disappeared into the bathroom. He removed all his clothes and slid under the duvet; the weight of the eiderdown pressing on his growing arousal. His breathing became heavier, then his thoughts were jolted.
(('What am I thinking....she may still be....having her monthlies.....now what....'))
Nikita emerged from the bathroom clad in a deep blue silk nightgown. She padded quickly to the bed and slipped under the duvet; Michael reached to turn off the night table light. He wrapped his arms around Nikita.
“I’m sorry....I forgot....are you still....”
“All done monsieur....and horny as hell.....,” she laughed.
She reached under the duvet, touching his manhood. “And so are you from what I can tell.”
“Always Nikita....with you.”
Michael rolled on top of Nikita, pinning her arms above her head; he began kissing her face and took her mouth hungrily, thrusting his tongue into hers. He slid her nightgown over her head. Nikita responded with passionate kisses, then wrapped her legs around Michael’s waist, squeezing him in a karate grip. Michael withdrew his mouth and looked at her in surprise.
“What? Am I....”
“On your back mister....you’re mine tonight.”
With one quick movement, Nikita pulled them both over so she was now on top of Michael. He looked up at her flashing eyes. She rose onto her knees, legs straddling his body. With the glow of the moon coming from the patio window, he watched her toy with her hair and stroke the nipples of her breasts. Then she closed her eyes and rolled her head back and whispered.
“You are mine Michael... come inside me.”
Michael’s blood was racing, his erection throbbing as Nikita gently placed her body on his, lowering herself onto his arousal. He fought to control a wave of oncoming climax, but to no avail - he grabbed Nikita’s shoulders and thrust his body upwards; his breathing coming in short stabs. As his orgasm washed over him, Nikita continued to ride his body, moving up and down until suddenly, she convulsed several times and fell forward onto his chest, her body damp with sweat. Michael pulled himself from her body and they lay, clutching each other. Soon, they drifted into a blissful sleep.
A few hours later, Nikita stirred; Michael had turned his back to her; she pressed her breasts into his back and wrapped a leg over his. She sighed and fell back into slumber.
Michael slept fitfully, whispering in his sleep. ‘No...no, you will not betray me like this. You will not control who I am....you will never possess me....Anna!”
Michael awoke with a start. He twisted from Nikita’s grasp and sat up.
(('Mon Dieu! What had he been dreaming! No...not possible....why now after all these years had he suddenly dreamed about Anna! Dalton...it must be Dalton’s mention of her after all these years. No! No woman....would possess him....take his manhood from him....like Anna had.'))
Michael glanced over at Nikita sleeping; he lay back down on the pillows and stared at the ceiling, his thoughts tormented by the past.
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