Waking slowly to the wonderful sensation of warm, muscled body against her own, Nikita snuggled deeper into Michael's spooned embrace and smiled with lazy contentment. Heat suffused her belly and out to her extremities as she gradually recalled the previous night's exploits. Without bothering to open her eyes, she grinned in satisfaction. With the first light caress of his fingertips against her bare breasts, heat engulfed her; her arousal was instantaneous and explosive. She felt the unmistakable answering of Michael's arousal, and instinctively reached back to caress him. He groaned deep in his throat as she skimmed her fingertips along his hard length, and gasped in anticipation when she realized the extent of his arousal.
"G'Morning," he murmured, bending his head down to hers. His warm breath tickled her ear as he gently nuzzled the side of her neck. He licked the small hollow beneath her ear and the sensation, made her tremble.
Feeling one of his hard thighs nudge her legs apart, Nikita gasped for breath and settled deeper into his arms. With the complete familiarity and lack of inhibition of a longtime lover, Michael covered her breast with sure fingers and squeezed gently. After giving equal attention to its twin Nikita felt him venturing lower.
Slick female flesh greeted his questing fingers. He explored her, the damp curls, the tender folds, and the tight passage that would lead him to ecstasy. He dipped inside of her, fitting first one finger, then another, seeking and finding her place of pleasure. Turning toward him, Nikita blindly sought Michael's kiss.
At first, he barely touched Nikita's lips with his own, rubbing gently, tugging softly, only tasting her, until their breaths mingled. As their passion escalated he deepened the kiss, urging her to open to him, to allow him entry into her sweetness. Taking her lips in open-mouthed carnal knowledge, Michael sought the depths of her passions, and found it.
A slave to the fiery passions Michael was stroking to a blazing inferno within her, Nikita was vaguely conscious of rolling onto her back, tangling her fingers in Michael's auburn curls, bringing his head down toward her own, and again taking his lips in undisguised hunger. Pulling him to her, Nikita wrapped her arms around him until he lay flush against her.
The scent of him was warm and clean and intoxicatingly sensual…pure Michael. Reveling in the feel of him, of hard-packed muscles beneath heated silken flesh, she explored until she had him groaning. Caressing his smooth, sculptured chest, his taut, perfectly defined abdomen, and lower. Reaching between them Nikita took his rigid length into her hand, stroking him lightly, from base to moistened tip, eliciting a tormented groan from between his clenched teeth.
Following her lead, Michael again sought her most intimate place. Her hips arched against his hand. As he felt her muscles tense he bent down to draw her nipple into his mouth, gently nibbling at the taut peak. She groaned, as he deepened the sensual embrace. Drawing her extended nipple fully into his mouth, suckling strongly as his fingers stroked the moist, silken core of her.
Focusing on Michael's face, Nikita could see that he was ready for her, very ready. But he was holding back, exerting his not inconsiderable will, intent on seeing to her pleasure first. Toward that end, Michael kissed a path down her body and back up again. Feeling his mouth on her thigh, moving higher and higher, Nikita arched her back in anticipation. Covering her thighs with his hands, Michael urged her legs open, and kissed the very heart of her.
Sensing her oncoming release Michael raised his head so that he could watch her. Her body stiffened. Her throat arched. Her mouth parted. Shudders swept through her. Muscles contracted and released. She clung to the bedspread and trembled uncontrollably. He marveled at the beauty before him, her blatant need and uninhibited pleasure was causing his own need to swell to the point of explosion, but with formidable control he ignored the pressure.
Gathering her in his arms, Michael held Nikita in a loose embrace. She was warm and flushed and the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. They lay quietly for several long moments, enjoying the feel of each other and the sweet ache of early morning desire.
A slumberous blue gaze caught and held a smoldering green one. "I want to feel you inside of me," she said in a husky whisper, "Now".
"Nikita," he murmured thickly as he turned onto his back settling her astride his thighs. Nikita gasped aloud when she felt his hands slide down her back, spanning her waist, lifting her slightly to a more advantageous position. His fingers sank into her flanks as he eased her gently down onto him.
Looking into each other's eyes, as they became one, no words were needed to communicate their need. Their glaze was as intimate as any caress. Nikita gasped as he entered her slowly and deliberately, inch by measured inch, until he was fully sheathed in her warmth. She moaned far back in her throat. Or Michael did.
Sensation after sensation rippled through her body. Turning over Michael tucked Nikita under him and reaching down to lift her leg high against his torso, allowing an even deeper penetration. Drawing partially out of her clinging warmth, Michael surged back into her with a power and strength that took her breath away. Nikita arched her neck, threw her head back as she wrapped long legs high around Michael's waist, meeting him thrust for thrust. Deeper and deeper he drove them both until they were caught in a tempest of feeling. Higher and higher they reached until the world exploded like a supernova and threw them beyond the reach of reason.
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