"Maybe we should continue this inside?", Nikita suggested in a low tone.
A few moments later they had packed up the blankets, their now empty glasses and wine bottle and made their way downstairs. Unceremoniously dropping their load inside the first chance they had, Michael pulled down the zipper of her coat and reached for her again, hands disappearing inside the down garment on a sigh. They kissed their way down the stairs until they got into serious danger of tumbling down them. So Michael simply swept her up in his arms and carried her the rest of the way down, Nikita laughing softly as he did so.
Putting her back on her feet at the bottom of the stairs Michael pushed her coat off her shoulders. Nikita returned the favour, letting his coat fall to the floor next to hers. She grabbed his hands as her lips found his again and started to slowly walk backwards, leading him to the bed in the center of the loft.
He felt her smiling against his lips when she released his hands. Nikita captured his gaze as she seesawed the rest of his shirt from his pants and started working on the buttons. The look in his eyes could not be described as anything less than pure desire and her heart seemed to skip a beat at the heat he projected, her breasts rising and falling a little more rapidly as her breath sped up. Michael's eyes dropped to her lips and then they were kissing again. In her haste Nikita managed to accidentally immobilise his arms, capturing them in his shirtsleeves as she tried to rid him of his shirt a little clumsily. Freeing his hands from his cuffs himself, he felt her fingers stroking a featherlight path down his chest and over his stomach, the muscles she caressed bunching underneath her fingertips.
Keeping him in their kiss, his hands went up to her face while hers busied themselves with his belt. Pulling that free too, she made short work of the button and his zip, brushing his length through his boxer briefs. Michael sucked in a harsh breath and dropped his hands to her hips. Nikita pressed herself full length against him, cupped his face tenderly and nipped at his lips again, before descending. She gave a little bite to his jaw, soothed it with her tongue and then she was kissing her way down his neck. Hot, lingering kisses, sucking on his pulse point while her nails skirted over the taut skin of his back, careful not to leave any marks on him.
Michael's breathing became a little more ragged as she descended, touching and kissing every patch of skin she encountered on her way down. She grazed a nipple with her teeth and his hands tangled themselves in her hair. The tips of her fingers dipped into his waistband once more as she lowered herself to her knees. The feeling of her hot mouth on his abdomen, her fingers dipping further inside his pants combined with the sight of her skirt pooling around her on the floor as she went lower and lower, made him swell further, his blood thundering through his veins. But he didn't want her to do something she wasn't comfortable with, something that would remind her of anything that wasn't them right here in this moment. His voice was a gravelly whisper laced with desire but tinged with concern as he called to her, "Nikita".
"Shh", she scraped his skin with her teeth and soothed it with a kiss. She locked her gaze with his again, silently conveying he had nothing to worry about. She wanted this, she couldn't remember ever wanting to before, but now, with him, she did, wanted it more than anything. And then she was pushing down his pants and underwear in one move. Letting them fall around his ankles as her nails ran a straight line up the backs of his legs, caressing his buttocks before coming around and touching him where he needed her most. Her hand curled around him, fingers closing over soft, warm skin encasing steel. She kissed his abdomen one last time and then her mouth joined her hand. He had to close his eyes as her tongue followed a vein up his length. His breathing becoming even more erratic when he felt her mouth closing over the head. Her tongue swirling around it as her hand stroked a matching pattern, making him moan. Oh god.
He wasn't going to last long like this, he knew that as soon as her lips closed over his heated flesh. He felt her other hand snaking up his thigh to cup his balls, massaging them gently. "Nikita", her name an invocation. She looked up at him through heavy lidded eyes, loving the power she had over him, the pleasure she gave him as she made love to him with her mouth and hands. His hands in her hair were soft, his thumbs stroking over her cheekbones as he tried to keep his hips from thrusting into her too much.
She gave him a hard suck and he groaned, his whole body shuddering. She felt an answering tug deep in her womb and then, somewhat unexpectedly, his hands left her hair to hook under her arms, pulling her up. "My turn", he growled and then he kissed her deeply, making her moan in return.
While he had been sorely tempted to let Nikita finish what she'd started and take him over the edge with her sinfully wicked mouth and hands, his desire to have her right next to him, in his arms, as they found ecstasy together, won out and so he had tapped into his last shred of control and brought her back to her feet.
He toed off his shoes and stepped out of his pants and underwear, pulling her closer to him. Unable to stop touching him, Nikita stroked her hands over tightly bunched muscles and taut skin, touching every curve and dip from his tight buttocks to his strong shoulders and then his arms around her. Their foreheads resting against each other, breaths mingling, his raspy voice washed over her, giving her goose bumps from head to toe, "You seem to be overdressed for the occasion". And then she felt his fingers sliding down her back, opening the zipper of her dress as he dipped his head to kiss the freckles sprinkled on her chest and over her shoulder.
Michael turned her in his arms, moving her hair over one shoulder to kiss his way up her neck while at the same time dragging the shoulder straps of her dress down her arms, letting the bodice pool around her waist. Bunching it there in one hand, he prevented the fabric from sliding the rest of the way down her body. The feeling of the cool air of the loft on the bared skin of her belly and breasts heightened her senses further and she took in an unsteady breath. Michael smiled as he nipped on her earlobe. He wanted to make this last, unwrap her like a gift and enjoy her to the fullest. To drive her mad with anticipation as she'd nearly driven him scant minutes ago.
Gathering her close, her supple back to his rigid chest, he purposely ignored his heavy erection pressing against her bottom. Tracing the shell of her ear with his tongue he felt her breathing become a little more unstable. Her upturned breasts rose and fell a little more rapidly with each breath, smooth olive skin glowing golden in the soft lamp light. From the corner of his eye, he caught their reflection in her vanity mirror. His own breath caught in his throat as he took in the picture they made. Nikita's face turned into his neck, her lips slightly parted in anticipation as his left hand stroked slowly up her stomach to cup her right breast, thumb and forefinger closing over a tightly beaded nipple, her own hand coming up to splay over his forearm as he touched her. "Michael", she sighed, her warm breath a teasing caress on his skin.
"You're so beautiful", he whispered, lips grazing the side of her face. She made a small sound, muffled against his neck as she kissed him there. His fingers playing over her breast, his strong arms a comforting warmth around her, he entreated her, "Look". She followed his gaze until she saw what he saw and was mesmerised, rendered speechless as the most erotic picture with herself in the lead presented itself to her.
Looking upon herself and Michael, she stared in unabashed amazement. In his arms like this she felt truly beautiful, looking like she did with the top of her dress bunched around her hips, one breast hidden underneath a sheet of long dark hair and the other covered by Michael's hand as he surrounded her in a lascivious embrace. The subtle contrast between their skin tones and the look in green eyes evenly matched by the wanton look in brown ones only added to the magic. Michael tightened his hold on her breast the tiniest bit, pinching her nipple between his fingers as he briefly took the rim of her ear between his teeth and sucked on the fleshy part. Pure lust swirled low in her belly at the vision before her combined with the feel of his powerful body against hers while he leisurely caressed her breast, sending shivers up her spine.
Nikita turned her face to his to catch him in a deep and sensual kiss. She tried turning in his arms, wanting to touch him as he touched her, but he kept her in place, "Let me". Something in his request, the tone of his voice, made her still and give herself up to him. She released a shuddering breath as his lips grazed the corner of her mouth and then traced a path along her jaw. Michael softly nipped her earlobe before descending down the side of her neck, gently biting down on her trapezius muscle and then soothing the sting as he sucked on her skin. Nikita moaned and pressed herself further into his warmth, one hand tightening on his arm as the other splayed over his thigh, her fingertips pressing into his skin as she tried to get him even closer to her. Michael squeezed her to him a little more in answer.
She could crawl into him, burrow under his skin and it still wouldn't be close enough, she wanted him so much. Her mouth opened but no sound would come out, her chest was heaving and she had to close her eyes as his hands released her breast and the fabric of her dress, to slide achingly slow across her stomach to her flanks, framing her slight waist.
Nikita's dress glided down her hips in a cloud of dark blue and puddled at her feet, leaving her standing in just a lilac scrap of silk as Michael put her slightly away from him to kiss a path down her spine. He turned her around then, pressing his lips to her skin just below her navel. Gazing down upon him on his knees before her, her breath caught in her throat and another shiver ran through her. The position he was in, the way he looked at her, the almost reverent way he touched her... It all was somewhat akin to worship and made Nikita feel as if she were the most precious thing in the world to him.
She couldn't tear her eyes away from him, nor did she want to. He was absolutely beautiful and she was once again overwhelmed at all the emotions he roused in her. One of her hands disappeared in his hair while she traced the fleur-de-lis on his upper arm with the other. The ink suited him so well, representative of his southern heritage and symbol for strength, valor and quite a few other things befitting him. And he was all hers now. That thought alone was enough to set her heart aflutter and spark tingles low in her belly.
He must have picked up on her shiver because his arms circled around her hips and he asked her in that dark and husky tone of his, lips whispering over the sensitive skin just above her panties, "Cold?".
God, everything about the man exuded pure sex. She shook her head slightly, her fingers tangling further in his hair, tilting his head backwards. She couldn't imagine ever being cold again when he was near.
"Kiss me", a whispered request from her this time, a wish for him to come face to face with her again. A wish he only partially granted. His lips curving into his trademark grin, he dipped his head to press his lips against her silk clad center. Nikita smiled at that, biting back a laugh, such a tease.
"Not quite what I meant", she told him hoarsely as their gazes locked. Michael raised an eyebrow at her, a twinkle in his eyes as the tips of his fingers hooked behind the lacy edge of her panties. And then he made her bite her lower lip when he blew a warm breath over her newly bared heated flesh as he dragged the flimsy bit of silk past her hips, caressing the length of her legs on his way down.
"Not good?", he asked her just before touching his lips to the same - now bare, spot again. Nikita sucked in a sharp breath as his tongue darted out to snake between her folds and tease the bundle of nerves hidden there.
"Oh", Nikita felt her knees buckle and gripped his shoulder to steady herself. At the same time Michael slanted an arm around her hips to hold her up while his free hand travelled up the inside of her thigh, his fingers deftly parting her and joining his mouth in its tantalising caress of her warm, wet flesh. Nikita moaned loudly at the double assault on her quivering center and only just managed an answer, "Too good... I don't…".
She felt rather than saw, his lips curve up in a smile. "Turnabout's fair play, sweetheart", he grumbled against her and kissed her intimately again, the tips of two fingers entering her slightly only to pull back again. Not quite giving her what she wanted but effectively stoking her desire to a boiling point. His mouth and fingers worked in tandem, caressing her bud and gently massaging her swollen folds and entrance, slowly driving her crazy. Driving himself crazy. He was throbbing by now, thinking he might be risking permanent damage soon, but he ignored his own aching flesh in favour of another taste of hers. She was sweet and so very deliciously wet, and from the very first taste of her he'd known without a doubt he was addicted. Addicted to her taste and smell, to the way she responded to him, the sounds she made and the way her body reacted to his questing mouth and fingers. He would crave her now. One taste would never be enough.
He flicked his tongue against her, lapping up her juices, before sucking her bud between his lips. A little mewling sound escaped her, her other hand leaving his hair to grip his other shoulder to keep from falling as her legs wobbled further. "Michael please... I can't…", she gasped, her short nails biting into his skin as she struggled to remain upright. He tightened his arm around her as he took mercy on her, delivering a last, quick kiss to the center of her desire before he got back to his feet while scooping her up in his arms in one smooth motion.
Nikita wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers burying themselves in his hair again as she brought his face to hers. She kissed him on a sigh, tasting herself on his lips. Their kiss deepened as she felt her back coming into contact with the bed and Michael's arms releasing her to place himself over her, one of his hands tracing a path from her leg to her breast, the other tangling in her long dark tresses.
The feeling of finally being skin against skin from head to toe set Nikita's nerve endings on fire. She slid a leg along his in a gentle but insistent caress, trying to touch as much of him as possible while her hands held him in their all consuming kiss. His hard length a warm and heavy weight against the inside of her thigh, their bodies pressed closely together, Nikita broke their kiss. She had to have him, now. "No more playing", her throaty voice was more than a bit unsteady.
Michael smiled that gorgeous devilish half smile at her again, nipped her lips and rested his forehead against hers, "Tell me what you want." His own voice no steadier than hers as he tried to control his breathing.
She bit her lower lip before sucking in a deep breath and whispering over his lips, "You. Inside me. Now."
He didn't need to be told twice. Capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, his hand left her breast to grasp her leg. Bending it up and outwards, the back of her knee resting over the inside of his arm, he spread her to him further. Adjusting his hips a little bit, he tortured himself and her one last time by sliding his pulsing flesh across her wet folds before positioning himself at her entrance. And then he was pushing into her, in one slow but steady and demanding thrust. They had to break their kiss at the overwhelming intensity of feelings their union provoked.
"Oh god", Nikita couldn't help but exclaim, her hands traveling over his shoulders, her toes curling. Michael buried his face in her neck, moaning as he steadily pushed into her ever deeper. And then he felt that telltale flutter of her muscles contracting around him as she arched her back and moaned. Wow. He lifted his head to look at her in wonder as she came, pushing the tiniest bit further into her as her world shattered into ecstasy.
Struggling to hold off his own release and take her just a little bit higher, he bent his head to her breast, sucking the whole of her dusky peak into his mouth, letting his teeth scrape her tender skin. Nikita let out another sound of pleasure and it took Michael all of his willpower not to start moving inside her again and chase his own release. She was so warm and wet, and tight, and she held him so perfectly.
His mouth left her breast as her tremors started to fade and he kissed his way upwards, lingering on her collarbone and shoulder. He released her leg to let his hand travel up her torso, joining the other when it came to rest in her hair. She shuddered deliciously as his lips reached the shell of her ear, confessing to her in a heated whisper, "You feel so good".
Bringing her own hands up to his face, she guided his mouth back to hers and caught him in a short, hungry kiss. Their gazes locking, she told him in a breathy voice, "Don't wait".
He looked at her for the longest while, searching her eyes while his fingers traced her eyebrow and cheekbone. She wrapped her legs around him in encouragement feet locking below his bottom and told him from the depth of her soul, "I love you".
He closed his eyes and blindly found her lips once more, kissing her tenderly while the fire raging inside of him threatened to consume them both. But still he didn't move. How utterly overwhelmingly good it felt to hear these words from her, he couldn't have guessed. Neither could he have anticipated his apparent unconscious need to actually have her say them. It meant more to him than he would have thought possible and it rendered him immobile and absolutely speechless, mesmerised by the beauty - both inside and out - of his new found lover.
One hand caressing his face, she stroked the other down his back and over his buttock, lightly scratching his skin as she traced along the tight curve. He swelled even further inside of her and in answer felt her clench around him. "Please Michael", she entreated and then kissed him again. She felt him grasping her hip and then slowly, he pulled halfway out of her, rotating his pelvis to thrust back into her roughly. Nikita broke their kiss to moan, "Oh yes".
And thus their dance began anew. Advance and retreat. Michael still fighting for control, building upon the smoldering embers of her release to take her with him when he would finally allow himself to fall over the edge. Telling her again how good she felt, how beautiful she was, how he loved her too. His body straining to hold on a little longer as he pushed her higher and higher.
Nikita twisted her hips to take him even deeper into her body, relishing the feeling of his hard flesh stroking her in just the way she needed, their sweat slick bodies rubbing against each other, making her blood slosh thickly through her veins. An undeniable tingle started deep in her womb, making her shudder as Michael sped up his thrusts. Their mouths connected in a series of searing little kisses as hands grabbed at hot flesh, trying to get ever closer. And then Michael couldn't deny himself the bliss of release anymore, his body stiffening as he thrust into her hard one last time, emptying himself into her, filling her to the brim. His release triggered her own and as her limbs tightened around him, she too lost herself to the storm.
