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Date Posted: Wednesday, September 01, 05:46:14pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 129 and forward" on Sunday, August 22, 06:05:27pm
Nikita turned in the hotel bed and reached for Michael; his side of the bed was empty. She sat up clutching the duvet to her naked body.
“Michael?” she whispered.
There was no answer. Her heart began racing as she jumped from the bed, dragging the duvet with her. She pulled the curtain open slightly and peered down into the street. A fog blanketed the village combined with a light rain. Nikita looked anxiously around the room; Michael’s clothes were gone from the chair he had dropped them on last night. When they had returned from dinner, Michael had set up the laptop attempting to break the anti-incursion protocol MI-6 had created. He had slammed the computer closed in frustration - unable to penetrate the elaborate firewall now in place. Nikita had suggested he needed more time and a better computer to create a program to by-pass the new protocol. He had remained silent and simply pulled off his clothes and slid into the bed, saying nothing. She had joined him quickly, pressing her naked body to his; he had stroked her hair and kissed her forehead; and finally whispered: “Not tonight Nikita....I need to focus on a program protocol.”
“But it might help you to relax, Michael,” she had replied, reaching lower to grasp Michael’s manhood. Once again, he had pulled her hand away and shook his head saying nothing. He had turned over, placing his back towards her. Nikita laid on her side, listening to his breathing, she twisted and turned in the bed.
I am demanding too much from him; he feels responsible for my safety and all I can think of is making love....I’ve become obsessed with having sex....every night.
Nikita had slid from the bed after an hour; aware that Michael was still awake. She re-entered the room from the bathroom and slipped under the duvet again. Michael turned to her, wrapping one arm around her waist; she could feel his breath on her shoulder; her body tingled as she fought to control an overwhelming desire for him. She squeezed her legs together, as her lower body grew warm and damp. Michael shifted his position and sensing her need began fingering her opening. Nikita moaned as Michael increased his ministrations; and within a few minutes her body was convulsing in climax as she cried out. Michael clutched her as she fought to control her breathing.
“.....ahhh, Michael...I...I’m sorry...I demand too much from you....I don’t know what’s wrong with me....it’s never happened before...I...”
Michael had kissed her gently. “Do not apologize for being such an incredible woman, Nikita...I want only to be able to offer you pleasure....now try to sleep...we have a long journey tomorrow.”
Nikita had drifted into a deep sleep but Michael had laid staring at the ceiling for two hours, his mind racing on possible solutions to program protocols.
Nikita began to dress as she heard someone at the hotel door. She darted to the pack, retrieving a revolver and stood with her back to the wall next to the door. As the door swung open, she jumped in front, pointing the gun in the face of the unknown intruder: It was Michael, carrying a bag. He smiled.
“Don’t shoot....I come bearing breakfast - croissants and coffee.”
Nikita lowered the gun. “Ahhh...Michael...I wondered where you had gone.”
Michael stood, biting his lower lip. “You....you might want to put something on to cover yourself.”
Nikita snorted and grinned; she had only put on her pants and stood before Michael; her breasts naked. “Ahhhhh...right....”
She walked to a nearby chair and pulled on her fleece sweater.
“Michael, we should talk about...about last night...I mean...I need to be playing more an active role in our.....our mission....I feel I’m being too demanding of you....your.....”
Michael place the hot croissants and coffee on a small table. “In what way?”
“This is difficult for me....I know you need to be thinking only of our escape...and penetrating the anti-incursion protocol...we must find out what Quinn is doing....or, at least if he is close to locating us....but when I’m with you....I....”
“Nikita stop. Never apologize for your feelings...I am honored you find me....well, that you desire me....once we reached Portugal and set up a base of operation, we can work together on creating personal firewalls...so no-one will ever find us.”
“Well....okay....but I.....”
“Then....once we are safe....we can begin our own form of penetration.” Michael looked away quickly, suddenly realizing what he had just said.
Nikita grinned. “Why Michael Samuelle, you suggestive, sexy man....”
Michael looked up, blushing slightly. “Uhhhh....you brought that remark on....pointing a gun at me with beautiful breasts presented for my full view. Come, eat...we need to start the drive over the mountains.”
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