| Subject: Kiss and Make Up - the really steamy bit.... |
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Date Posted: 01:17:11 12/26/01 Wed
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Genevieve
's message, "More Kiss and Make Up - Revised, but still as naughty..." on 19:35:32 12/18/01 Tue
"Please just shut up. Kiss ... me ... now." The look of surprise on his face would have made her laugh if she hadn't been filled with such a feeling of urgent need. She shoved her hands into his hair, fingers digging into his scalp as she pulled him closer to her.
"You are wasting too much time talking." She trailed a hand down his face before running her fingertips lightly across his slightly parted lips. "I can think of something else that you could be doing with this." She touched her index finger to his bottom lip. Nikita held Michael's eyes with hers, her belly twitching with lust as she watched his gaze darken to an erotic shimmer.
"Kiss me. Now. Right now."
Michael's heart began to race at Nikita's sensual order. He ached to kiss her, had longed for the feeling of those glorious lips against his own for a long, lonely month. They had gotten so caught up in this erotic game of teasing that he had lost sight of the one thing that he had been craving for the last four weeks.
Michael blinked once slowly, a hot green flicker, then he kissed her.
A sob choked in Nikita's throat as Michael's mouth brushed hers softly, lips tasting and teasing gently. Unexpected tears pricked her eyes, and spilled warmly down her cheeks. Nikita slid her hands down to his hips, pulling him hard against her. She could feel his body tensing, struggling for control. And then she felt him let it go.
His mouth covered hers hard, with an urgency that bordered on desperation. Nikita's lips followed where his led, opening up to him eagerly, breathing into him. Michael could feel his body literally melting into hers, his skin seeming to burn and glow wherever she touched him. When she delicately slipped her tongue between his lips to explore his mouth, he felt his bones turn to water.
Nikita tasted her own tears on her lips, felt Michael's tongue taking them into his mouth. Funny how a kiss makes all the difference. He had brought her to climax already, but this was what she had been daydreaming about for a whole month.
Desire flared once again, a bright flame of need that sparked as soon as Michael's mouth touched hers. His tongue flicked against hers gently, teasingly, before his hands slid behind her head and he held her close, devouring her, his teeth nipping at her lower lip.
"I want you." His breath was coming in gasps, the words barely audible.
She smiled at him tremulously. "Take me, then."
Closing his eyes, Michael held her mouth in a passionate kiss while he slipped his hands quickly under her buttocks, cupping her hard. Nikita's thighs gripped his hips as he moved against her, straining. He swallowed her gasp as he pushed into her, never breaking the kiss as the thick length of him slowly sunk into her slick heat.
Michael thought that his heart might just stop as Nikita's body embraced him. They were still for an aching heartbeat, before she started to move languidly beneath him. Tearing his mouth from hers, he let her find her own pace, resting his forehead against hers for a moment to get himself under some semblance of control.
"Slow-ly," Michael gasped out as Nikita twisted her hips against him, her feet now hooked behind him and pressing hard against his buttocks. She wanted him deeper inside her. She thrust her hips up, and a triumphant smile curved her wide mouth as he answered her challenge, pushing harder into her, the muscles of his upper arms straining as he held himself off her body slightly.
"No. Hard...fast...now. Please." Michael heard her command for what it was - a plea for release. He felt it too. Clenching his jaw, he let his body take over as sensation swept around and over him - her hard pebbled nipples scraping against his chest, the long line of her throat as she arched her head back in pleasure, the warmth pulse of her sex enveloping him. Too much, too much.
He pulled back slightly, needing to see her face. "Kiss me."
Nikita felt her heart turn over at the simple request, and raised her face to his. A hot shiver danced through her body as his mouth covered hers again, his tongue slipping unchallenged between her lips to explore her mouth. Michael's tongue danced lazily, thrusting and parrying with hers, the hard heat of him lovingly bruising the depths of her aching inner walls again and again. She moaned his name, torn between wanting to be pushed over the edge and needing him to hold her in agonised anticipation until she could stand it no more.
Michael shifted down her body slightly, taking first one then the other nipple into his mouth, biting the soft swell of her breasts gently, his hands cupping them tenderly.
"Harder." He instantly obeyed Nikita's muffled request, taking her nipple between his teeth and biting again, no longer gentle. He felt her hips jerk in response, her legs tightening even more around his body, urging him on. She was warm and tight around him, and he could tell by the tensing of her legs and back that she was almost there, the skin on her chest flushing a pale pink.
Nikita trembled as she felt Michael's hand leave her breast and move slowly down between their slick bodies, down to caress the damp aching heat between her legs. She bucked under him as she felt his finger part the warm tangled curls, slowly finding the hard centre of her. Liquid warmth was spreading through her, her whole consciousness narrowing down to the point where their bodies joined. She felt as though her blood was roaring through her veins to this one spot, her sex swelling and tightening around him.
Michael could feel himself grow harder at the sound of her throaty moan. Too much.
He slipped another finger into her warmth, feeling his own body pulsing under his hand. He was rewarded instantly. Nikita's leg muscles tensed, and her hands came up to clutch at his shoulders. Michael had forgotten about his wound entirely, and was surprised by the sudden stab of pain as Nikita's fingers dug into his upper arm. He didn't care.
Nikita felt as though she was melting. Oh god. I can't... There was a split-second of pleasure/pain, and then she was tumbling, her whole body shaking as her release crashed over her. She could feel him, hard and deep inside her as her body gripped him. She pushed up hard against him, almost sobbing at the intense rush of hot blood through her throbbing sex.
Michael held himself steady as Nikita's climax claimed her, letting her move against him as she needed, desperately wanting her to take from him all the pleasure he could give her. His breath now felt hot in his lungs from the effort of holding back, and he slowly began to move inside her once more.
Michael brushed his lips against hers gently, and was startled by the suddenness of her response. Nikita reached for him urgently, her hands sliding behind his neck to pull his mouth down hard on hers, her tongue entangling with his.
It was too much. Michael could feel the familiar shiver up his spine, the heated dance of a thousand nerve-endings across his body that signaled his body's capitulation. Nikita wrapped her legs around his hips once more, pulling him hard against her, taking him deeper inside her body.
Michael murmured her name as he closed his eyes, the aching pressure in his groin growing to an almost unbearable throb as he thrust urgently into her slick tightness. Through the roar of blood in his ears, he felt Nikita move down his body slightly. His breath caught at the feeling of her mouth on his chest. Then her teeth were biting almost savagely down on an erect nipple, the sensation shooting straight to his groin. God. It was more than enough to blow him away.
Tunnel-vision. A bright pin-point of light flaring behind his closed eyelids as his release slammed into him, his head swimming as wave after wave of pulsing heat pounded his body, beating a rhythm inside the fluttering warmth of Nikita's body. Michael gasped out her name as his climax shuddered through him, amazed to feel her shake and tremble around him a second time.
Nikita caught her lip between her teeth as her body stirred once more, suddenly taken over by the feeling of the hard length of him thrusting into her with long urgent strokes. She was lost when she felt his release come, gasping and closing her eyes tightly as her inner heat gripped him in a pulsing embrace once again.
Overwhelmed by the feeling of his body twitching and dancing inside her, Michael clutched Nikita's hips harder, pushing her knees up against her body, desperate to be closer, deeper, a single thought blurring in his mind.
It will never be close enough.
~*~*~*~*~
Michael rested his forehead against hers, sucking the cool air into his lungs, just concentrating on staying awake. He inhaled deeply, the scent of Nikita's heated skin and hair filling his nostrils.
He couldn't stop touching her. Trailing his hand across one breast, he rubbed her skin with his fingers, smiling as his fingers came away stained with her last choice of lipstick. Glancing down at himself, he had his answer. Nikita's artwork was smudged and blurred, the colour now decorating her breasts as well as his chest.
He dozed, feeling his heart rate slowly returning to normal. No mean feat considering my pillow. He was sprawled across Nikita's body, his head resting between her breasts, the slow rise and fall of her chest soothing him into sleep. He thought Nikita had fallen asleep, but he suddenly felt her hand on his, her fingers entwining themselves with his. Her sleepy voice rumbled against his chest.
"The French have a phrase for it, don't they?" She didn't need to explain what she meant by "it". His body was still tingling pleasantly, and he had by no means quenched his thirst for her.
"La petit mort." He smiled at her.
"Now, that one I know." Her eyes sparkled. "The little death." The laughter in her voice trailed off slightly as she spoke again, her voice quiet. "I'm very glad that you came back early."
Michael let his eyes wander over her. Her hair was tousled and no doubt tangled by now, having dried without being brushed after her shower. The fair skin of her jaw and neck was flushed dark pink from its encounter with his beard, and he could see faint bite marks on her shoulder and breasts. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
"So am I." He pressed a soft kiss on the swell of her breast, feeling her heart quicken beneath his lips.
"I don't know why...but it suddenly seemed very important for you to be home for Christmas, so that we could be together. I know that we haven't even spoken about it before, but..." Michael reached up and placed a long finger over her lips, his eyes searching her face.
"If it is important to you, then it matters to me, too." He ran his thumb across the curve of her eyebrow, the combination of bone and silky skin a nearly addictive feeling beneath his touch.
"But I've just finished four days downtime." Nikita looked at him in quiet despair. You probably won't have any problem, but I don't think they'll even consider approving leave for me at the same time..."
"Don't worry." Michael watched Nikita's eyes fill with hope as he went on. "We have three days to organise our schedules. I'll work something out."
Satisfied by his answer for the moment, Nikita turned her attention to more pressing matters. She trailed her fingers down his chest and stomach, she watched as Michael's eyes closed, heard his stifled groan as her hand slipped lower to curl her fingers around him.
"I know you wanted to take it slowly, but my idea was much better time management." She grinned wickedly at him, flicking her eyes at her bedside clock.
"This way, we have enough time to, uh, debrief .. .work out any kinks in the mission profile, and..." She stopped as she met his amused gaze, laughing bubbling up in her chest.
Michael raised an eyebrow at her. "And perhaps run a few more sims?"
Nikita wriggled closer, her legs tangling with his as she adjusted her hold on him. She watched with satisfaction as his facetious smile was replaced with an expression of longing so heated that she could hardly speak.
Clearing her suddenly dry throat, she curled a hand around the back of his neck, bringing Michael's face closer to her for another kiss, whispering her answer as their lips touched.
"Excellent answer, Mr Samuelle."
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