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Subject: Chapter 10: Clean Up (NC-17) (Zute says: "Ahhh, Mikey. Definitely 'better when wet' *and* primal..." *hee hee hee* ;-P)


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Zute and Sanlin
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Date Posted: 13:23:15 12/09/01 Sun
In reply to: Sanlin 's message, "Welcome everyone :-D and a repost of "It's Absurd"" on 18:05:34 12/01/01 Sat

Nikita stood under the warm spray, slicking back her flowing, golden hair.

Stealthily, Michael approached her from behind. He pulled off his black briefs. They slid off easily, soaked by the cascade of water spraying from the shower nozzle, and freed his body from the final trappings of clinging cloth and man-made materials.

Michael reached forward, silently tugging Nikita’s panties down around her ankles.
She stepped out of them, accidentally brushing along the length of Michael’s muscular torso, powerful thighs, and burgeoning arousal with her soft body, as she did so.

Michael groaned. His length responded eagerly to Nikita’s open invitation. He pressed her body forward, pushing her out from under the hot stream of water flowing from the showerhead. He moved his hands around in front of her moist, dripping body and down, caressing her soft hips and stroking her firm, flat stomach. Then he cupped her silken mound with his skillful fingers and began exploring carefully between her legs. He growled, growing increasingly feral in his pleasure, his arousal jumping in response upon finding her already warm and wet; ready for him.

Michael thought as long as he and Nikita were in the same room, or on the same planet, they would always be ready for one another.

He judiciously stroked and rubbed the hidden flower between her legs commandingly, seeking out her secret depths. He found, and touched, the wellspring of her pleasure, teasing her with his slippery hands and fingers, just to be sure. Nikita whimpered and began trembling in response, pushing backwards against his sleek, hard body.

Michael grabbed Nikita by the shoulders and pushed her forward, pressing her body firmly against the wall. Now both of them were released from the hot rain still spraying from the shower overhead. Gently, he kissed her back, tasting the warm shower droplets clinging still to her sweet, delicate flesh, and caressed her curving shoulder blades. He nipped her neck sensually; eliciting more small sounds of pleasure from her as he encircled her waist with his strong, muscular arms.

Nikita closed her eyes, moaning softly, and prepared herself for what… she knew… was coming… next.

Michael’s hands reached up and played with Nikita’s breasts, teasing her nipples until they hardened under his silken touch. He bent his head around to lick and lave her sensitive peaks, running the sharp ridge of his thumbnail over her neglected bud while he pulled at the other one with his teeth, exerting just the right amount of pressure until Nikita purred in satisfaction.

"Michael!" Nikita’s voice was thick with desire. "Take me… Now!"

"Ma chere," Michael nuzzled her ear, taking her earlobe gently between his teeth and then licking it sharply.

He smiled, hearing Nikita’s abrupt, appreciative intake of breath.

"Michael!" Nikita used her hands to brace herself against the slick wall. She was trembling uncontrollably and feared she would lose consciousness, if Michael teased her much longer.

Michael couldn’t draw out this sweet torture another moment. He had to be inside her. Without warning, he entered Nikita and began to take her; relentlessly thrusting, partially withdrawing, and then thrusting again. Moving deep within her, he established a smooth, measured rhythm. He moaned, unable to contain his pleasure as he guided Nikita towards completion, wrapping his arms around her and cradling her soft, delicious curves against his powerful frame.

"You feel so good," he gasped as he stroked into her, striking all the sensitive spots along her walls, feeling her silken warmth wrapped and clinging around his length. It was like his brain was exploding with impossible sounds and colors. His body shuddered, unable to process the overwhelming sensation of being inside his angel, wrapped within her goodness and light, loving her, filling her with his desire and igniting in her soul the same feral need that burned within him.

Nikita responded silently. She caressed Michael’s hot, hard length internally, increasing the friction along his shaft and her walls, gripping him, releasing, and then squeezing him harder.

Michael moaned, continuing to play with Nikita’s supple breasts. He bit her nipples stingingly, and then soothed them by swirling circles around her areola with his hot, seeking tongue. Caressing her hardened quads and flat stomach, he moved deeper inside of her, rotating his hips to give her deep, hard thrusts. Her sharp groans and short, panting breaths spurred him to ride her with increasingly feral intensity.

Their heartbeats merged, falling into rhythm with their bodies. They matched each other, stroke for stroke, and redoubled their efforts, magnifying each other’s passion and pleasure.

"Michel!" Nikita moaned urgently, feeling her last traces of self-control slipping away as Michael’s magnificent length burned within her. He was striking her core so perfectly that the sheer pleasure of his pounding rhythm threatened her sanity.

Michael, suddenly overcome by hearing his true name spoken by his beloved’s perfect lips, thrust harder, deeper, and faster, inside Nikita. He moved them both irresistibly towards the sensuous wave approaching them.

Nikita reached out and grabbed one of Michael’s hands, bringing it to her lips. She took his fingers into her mouth and sucked them, hard. At the peak of her pleasure, she bit the tips of his fingers and cried out, "Michel! Cher Michel!"

Michael moaned his response," Oui… Oui! Ni-ki-ta!" He knew it was time.

Nikita gasped. Her body shuddered pleasurably as Michael made a series of quick, finishing thrusts. He pushed relentlessly, his manhood hard and demanding deep within her. Then he thrust, deepest of all, and his seed exploded; hot, liquid pleasure tearing at her trembling walls. His essence filled her; body and soul. She cried out sharply, a sound echoed by Michael’s own incoherent scream. They were both simultaneously overcome by their act of creation and destruction.

Sated, exalted, glistening with perspiration, they leaned against each other for support, breathing heavily. The shared-soul lovers, bodies entwined, remained still, bathed in each other’s warmth and light until they could move and breath as separate beings once again.

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Oh, my. I think the best way to sum this up...JayBee13:37:08 12/09/01 Sun
HOT, HOT, HOT!!! Ah Chee Wa Wa!!! A *scorching* tale of love and passion. (r)Kitkat <@^@>16:53:19 12/09/01 Sun


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