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Date Posted: 04:15:42 12/25/01 Tue
Author: Leigh
Subject: Re: Orignal Gemstone 7 (Adult rating)
In reply to: Leigh 's message, "Orignal Gemstone" on 03:53:05 12/24/01 Mon



Nikita reached up and brushed Michael's hair back, looping it behind his ears. From the beginning she'd thought his hair was beautiful; a dark russet color with strands of gold woven in. Her fingers glided down. She smiled and tugged gently at his curls, her eyes enchanted as she watched it spring back to form a silken coil.

He returned her smile then lowered his head and, very lightly, kissed his way to her ear. "M'yrene," he whispered warmly, "my beautiful queen."

Her eyes closed, quivering at his touch. Thoughts of tomorrow faded as she surrendered to the comfort she found in his arms. She sighed and turned her head. "Michael," she breathed, searching for his mouth.

He heard the catch in her voice and turned to her, kissing her tenderly. "I'm here," he whispered, gathering her close and rolling her on top of him.

"Don't let go -- please."

His eyes darkened with an expression that set her heart racing. He reached up, took hold of her hand, and brought it down to his lips. "Never," he whispered, kissing her palm. "I'll never let you go."

The silence stretched between them as they gazed at each other, their fingers lightly exploring each other's faces. He traced the curve of her brow with his thumb, stroked her cheek, then followed the outline of her lower lip. She placed her hands lightly on his face, her fingers open, and slowly trailed them down over his face. She marveled at the curve of his lashes, the stubble of his beard, the shape of his nose, the firm softness of his mouth. Then her gaze met his and she sighed deeply. "I want to be with you," she confessed.

He smiled and arched up to kiss her, letting her know what his body had long ago revealed to her. She sat up then, straddling him as she began to remove her clothes. Michael watched her, his eyes roaming slowly from her golden hair to the graceful curve of her neck and shoulders, the gentle swell of her breasts, and lower yet.

His hands glided up her knees and caressed her thighs. Slipped over her hips, kneading gently, then traced a pattern over her stomach before dipping down...

Nikita gasped, clenching her muscles around his probing fingers... then relaxed and moaned softly.

Her eyes met his.

"Michael," she whispered, tensing again as his fingers curled and stroked. His eyes glittered, dark with passion,
as he leaned up and kissed her.

"You are mine," he said, his voice rough.

In response Nikita tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled, angling his head back so that she could look into his eyes. "And you are mine, Michael," she said, her eyes shining. "Don't ever forget that."


************


Unraveled...

Nikita blinked slowly, staring at the ceiling through languid eyes. She felt completely and utterly unraveled. Every muscle in her body was lax. Limber. A few tingled with a warm afterglow. Her heart had calmed, returned to a strong steady thumping within her chest. In the pit of her stomach she felt a deep, heavy, solid mass of satisfaction.

Beside her, propped on his elbow, Michael smiled as he gazed down at her. His finger teased a slow circle around her navel as her stomach rose and fell with each relaxed breath. He moved his leg, sliding it between her long limbs.

Nikita slanted him a look and flashed him a crooked smile. "Don't look so smug," she said, recalling with a slight blush the way he had made her cry out.

"I can't help it," he answered, his eyes softening. Then he laughed quietly as she scowled. He bent and kissed her lips as his hand moved up to cup her breast, fondling her with tenderness. "I loved hearing you call my name." He pulled back a little, a look of longing filling his eyes. "Maybe one day you'll let me say yours."

Her eyes stung and her heart contracted at his quiet request. "Michael," she whispered, treasuring his name. She moved, pushing him back, then draped her body over his. She snuggled close, burrowing her face in the crook of his neck and sighed as she felt his arms encircle her.

He kissed the top of her head as his fingers caressed her back. Her lashes tickled his skin each time she blinked. Such contentment, he thought, then closed his eyes.

Nikita listened to the sound of his breathing. She turned her head and pressed her lips long and firmly against his skin, then sighed and tightened her hold on him.

"What is it?" Michael asked, sensing the trace of desperation behind her kiss. His fingers continued to stroke her. He felt her lashes lower, heard her sigh again, then shuddered as her fingernail scraped absently at the flat male nipple of his chest. He reached up, stilling her hand, then moved her fingers to lay over his heart. "Tell me what's bothering you," he said.

She continued to lay quietly for several minutes. Then, finally, she turned her head and looked up at him. "What happens now?" she asked, her eyes troubled.

"What do you mean?"

Nikita laid her head back down. "Will you return to your people? Fight to regain what is rightfully yours?"

He took a deep breath as his hand covered hers. He was glad she could not see the sadness that entered his eyes. "No," he said simply, his voice low.

Nikita pushed away, bracing her hands on either side of him. A look of hope entered her eyes as she looked down at him. "No?"

"There is nothing there for me any longer," he said, then reached up and cupped her face. "All that I care about is here."

A glorious smile radiated across her face and in her eyes as she leaned down and began kissing him... once, then twice... on and on until Michael began to laugh.

"M'yrene," he sighed, when her ardor had calmed. He stroked her hair, holding her close. "How could you think I would leave you now?" he asked softly.

She shrugged then burrowed closer. "I would not hold you here if you did not wish to stay," she said, her voice muffled. Michael pulled her gently away and gazed into her eyes.

"I want to stay, M'yrene," he whispered.

She smiled peacefully, folded her arms across his chest and rested her chin on her hands as she stared at his mouth. Extending one long finger she ran it along his jawline. Down below, she felt his feet shift slightly. His toes began to rub the underside of her feet.

Her eyes met his. Then she began using her toes to slowly tangle with his. The beginning of a smile quivered on his lips.

"I felt that," Nikita said, her voice husky.

He looked at her with feigned innocence. "Felt what?"

"That," she said, then with the most subtlest of movement, pressed her pelvic muscles downward. Immediately there was an answering response from Michael. Just as subtle.
Their gaze locked.

Their toes stopped their play.

Their breathing began to deepen.

With a secret smile in her eyes, Nikita began to alternately contract and loosen her inner muscles, watching Michael carefully to see if he could detect what she was doing.

He did.

His hands glided down and settled over her hips. Still holding her gaze he began to squeeze the firm curves. He pushed her hips down on him even as he thrust upward from below.

"No fair," she whispered, bending down to place little nibbling kisses along his jaw. "You're using your hands."

He was almost fully aroused by now. His heat pushing up against her. Nikita's muscles, from her hips down to her toes tensed as desire flooded her veins again. Slowly her hips began to move up and down of their own accord as Michael's hands moved down to her thighs. Still looking in her eyes, he parted her legs so that her knees were straddling him. Then he smoothed his hands back up to her curves and pushed her hips gently up so that he could position himself.

Nikita moaned as she felt him at her entrance. Her eyes remained open and locked on his as she moved her lips over his mouth. Then, as Michael glided into her below, she lowered her mouth and kissed him deeply.

Their lovemaking was unhurried. She remained on top at Michael's wish, moving slowly over him. Her hands remained at his shoulders just as his remained on her hips.

Every once in a while a groan escaped their lips as their bodies continued their sensual coupling. Their strokes became longer, their kiss deeper. Then, Nikita broke free, lifting her head to look down at Michael with an almost desperate look in her eyes. He gazed up at her, his heart in his eyes and whispered, "I love you."

"Michael --" her whole body tensed, then shuddered with ecstasy. "-- Michael, Michael," she chanted, burying her face into his neck. She rained kisses on him and reached up to gently bite his ear. "Make love to me," she breathed into his ear.

Immediately he rolled her over. He hooked one arm under her right knee and drew it up, then looked down at her, waiting for her consent.

"Please," she whispered, her eyes conveying her wish for him to take control.

He did so. Loving her with all the passion he felt burning inside of him for her. No longer was their mating slow, but fast and wild. Their hands groped, their mouths bit and suckled, their hips thrusts powerfully in their joining.

And finally --finally-- they found release.

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Replies:

  • Re: Orignal Gemstone 8 -- Leigh, 04:25:36 12/25/01 Tue
  • Re: I'm so glad to see you posting the original....I loved this version! (NT) -- Brenda, 14:25:50 12/25/01 Tue
  • Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! -- Kim, 21:47:36 12/25/01 Tue
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