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Date Posted: Wednesday, September 22, 06:54:34pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 129 and forward" on Sunday, August 22, 06:05:27pm
The following morning, Nikita emerged from the bathroom dressed in one of her new lingerie items, namely an ice blue night dress and dressing gown. Her damp hair was wrapped in a towel. She wandered over to Michael as he sat engrossed working at the computer. Michael had rose early, slipped on a white tank top and track pants. Nikita pulled a chair up beside him and crossed her long legs, allowing the silky dressing gown to slip open. She reached over and gently massaged his thigh. He glanced over at her and smiled.
“Is that one of your new lounge wear items?” he questioned.
“No.....this is a little item for sleeping in Michael...or having someone remove....do you like it?” she teased.
“Very nice....I like the colour...matches your eyes.....” he returned his attention to the computer.
“What about the one I wore last night.....you like that one?”
“Last night?....hummmm.....you were sleeping when I fell into bed....sorry, I guess I didn’t notice.”
“I wasn’t wearing anything last night Michael.”
“Oh.....yes, well I was tired....but I’m sure you looked beautiful in that too.”
Nikita jumped up, picked up a magazine and slapped Michael over the head. “When will you finish that damn program!”
“Well, I think I’ve done all I can with it....there are too many blockers and tracking devices in place. I was hoping to find out something about the wagon lit man in Monte Carlo...Francois Toulit. Some intel should come back through the worm virus...hopefully. But I will require the crosus to access the MI-6 hard drive....this computer is......”
Nikita interrupted Michael, by wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek and neck. The towel on her head fell to the floor, allowing her damp, golden hair to flow around her shoulders.
“Soooo....why not come back to bed? Let the computer worm do his thing.”
Michael looked down at his fingers on the keyboard and dragged the computer mouse to shut down the computer. He closed the laptop and rose slowly from his chair.
“You are a great distraction Nikita.”
She took one of his hands and placed it on her breast while with the other hand, reached down to feel his growing arousal. Michael moaned softly while following Nikita to the bed. She sat and looked up at him, her eyes flashing mischievously as she slipped off her silk dressing gown. Michael reached over and pulled off the short ice blue night dress over her head while Nikita pulled him towards her. He began stroking her shoulders, her skin was luminous, a reflection of her self. Michael leaned over and kissed her, breathing deeply to get the scent of her. He could feel her muscles quiver under his touch. Nikita inhaled and reached forward to pull his white track pants down; his arousal sprang upright once free of the encumbering material. She inhaled sharply at the sight presented before her eyes. She reached to grasp him in both hands; Michael moaned loudly and pushed her onto her back, climbing on top of her body. Nikita was forced to let go of his manhood with this quick action and lay passively, her eyes flashing. She drew her arms above her head and narrowed her eyes; she let out a low moan deep in her throat. The sound Nikita uttered was almost Michael’s undoing, as he felt for her wetness and spread her legs. He entered her and pushed deeply inside. He could feel himself approaching climax and fought to control his desire, wanting her to join him. Michael inhaled his breath deeply, attempting to thwart his desire, but to no avail; he pounded into her, gripping her arms and shoulders. Michael’s climax washed over him as he continued to thrust into Nikita’s body. She dug her fingers through the tank top and into his flesh as she pushed upwards, attempting to take him to greater heights. Soon she was bucking in her own orgasm as she slid her hands down to his buttocks and pulled him harder into her opening.
They lay side by side on the bed, their bodies glistening in sweat and desire. Michael drew Nikita’s body to his and pulled the duvet over them; he butterfly kissed her forehead and cheeks.
“You make me lose control Nee-kee-ta....”
“Not completely....yet....Michael.”
He propped himself up on one arm and looked into her eyes. “You devil woman....I know what you are trying to do....but my control right now is......”
“.....not your control Michael.....letting me take you is letting go of physical control but not about who Michael Therrien Samuelle is.....I want to give you the most pleasure I can.”
Michael fell back onto his pillow and looked up at the ceiling. “I know Nee-kee-ta....I think I understand....but I .....this is not just about pleasurable sex....it is so much more....letting you take charge....make decisions....this is not easy for me.”
Nikita swung her body around and rubbed her hand across Michael’s chest. “I know Michael...or I think I do....but like you said....we need to live our lives to the fullest....and I want you so much....not just physically...but...be part of you....I can’t even explain this....it’s all so overwhelming.”
Michael drew Nikita to his body and pushed back flaxen strands of hair from her face. “Yes....yes....it is.”
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