| Subject: Chapter 12: Sneak Attack (NC-17) (Zute quips: "You know what they say about *payback.*" *hee hee hee* ;-P) |
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Zute and Sanlin
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Date Posted: 09:49:17 12/10/01 Mon
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Sanlin
's message, "Welcome everyone :-D and a repost of "It's Absurd"" on 18:05:34 12/01/01 Sat
Michael awoke, abruptly, from his deep sleep. He struggled, desperately, to take in his surroundings.
It was still early, in the quiet twilight hours before dawn.
He suddenly felt movement, and damp, delicious heat, down below his waist.
He groaned as he felt soft, silken hair brush his chest and the gentle, insistent pressure of warm lips teasing his manhood into delightful awareness.
"Nikita!" he moaned.
She was relentless, working him with her hot tongue and skillful fingers. His body convulsed and his fingers instinctively grabbed soft handfuls of silk sheets.
"It’s payback time, Michael." Nikita’s muffled voice laughed, lost somewhere under the covers.
She sensed Michael flexing his powerful stomach muscles, preparing to roll her over; his favorite trick for taking control of their lovemaking.
"Not this time!" she admonished, quickly settling herself on top of his erect manhood. She pinned his arms at his sides with her hands and gave him a warning squeeze with the powerful internal muscles between her legs.
Michael groaned, immediately lying absolutely still. If he moved, even fractionally, he wouldn’t be able to control his release.
"That’s better," Nikita laughed wickedly. "You are my prisoner." Nikita began a slow rhythm, calculated to bring Michael to the verge of completion and hold him there, hovering, on the edge of ecstasy.
"Oh, Nikita." Michael closed his eyes, moaning and surrendering completely to her compelling strategy. "Please… please…"
"More?" she laughed, having no intention of stopping now. She licked Michael’s navel and bit his hard, muscular chest possessively. Raking her fingernails down his back, she squeezed his manhood internally, until he screamed, his breath coming as a series of ragged, shuddering sobs.
She partially relented, freeing Michael’s hands. As she emerged from under the silk sheets, Nikita placed Michael’s hands against her quivering stomach and sensitive breasts.
Intensely relieved to be back in the game, Michael captured Nikita’s breasts with his powerful fingers, drawing her right breast to his burning lips, quenching his thirst, licking and laving its delicious coolness.
Nikita cried out suddenly, lost in a deep sea of warm, pleasurable sensations. Her walls rippled along his length, drawing him deeper towards her core.
Recovering momentarily, Nikita stroked Michael’s thighs, smiling at him affectionately, and clasped his buttocks firmly between her hands, drawing him more tightly against her, forcing his manhood deeper inside her inner walls.
They increased their rhythm, deepening their movements. Michael rose to meet Nikita’s every stroke with a powerful thrust. His arms drew her into a fierce, unbreakable embrace.
It was time to end this torture session. Nikita squeezed Michael’s manhood commandingly.
Obediently, he came within her; a hot flood of desire that threatened to annihilate her senses.
Nikita convulsed, sobbing. She covered Michael’s face with kisses as Michael trembled and groaned, conquered and permissive, beneath her.
When he recovered his voice, Michael whispered into Nikita’s ear, "I never thought I could learn to like ‘torture.’"
Nikita laughed, enfolding Michael in a warm embrace. She snuggled her face against his rugged chest and listened to the fierce, mesmerizing beat of his heart.
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