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Chapter 4

When they got to Sally's building, Mikael was ready to leave. He walked Lisbeth to her apartment, "Well then good nig.." he could not finish his sentence because Lisbeth had grabbed the his coat collar and started kissing him.

She tasted just like he remembered, sweet but bitter just like dark chocolate. He could not resist; he kissed her back. Little by little he pushed her back into the door and his hands roamed Lisbeth's torso. He continued kissing her, open mouthed kisses, desperate for more.

Lisbeth did not regret her decision, Mikael was making her wild, and he seemed even more excited than her. He backed her to the door, and was doing things with his mouth that should be reserved only for bedroom kissing.

She had to get them inside before they had sex in the hall. She would not generally care, but Kalle would surely complain if someone saw his naked ass. She tried to break the kiss but Mikael was moaning and biting her lip. It was delicious.

"Mikael we have to get inside first," Mikael heard her and agreed but he could not keep his hands off of her. He continued kissing her, now he was kissing her neck and trying to undo the bra clasp under her top.

Lisbeth managed to turn around and find her keys; all while Mikael was still kissing her neck.

They entered the apartment, took their coats off and kept trying to touch each other. They had never experienced this type of desperation before. It was surreal, Mikael wanted to touch her everywhere and Lisbeth was just as hungry as he was.

She unbuttoned his sweater and shirt, he had lost some weight, and she was inspecting his body. Maybe it was the last time she would see him, Mikael did not lose time either, and somehow he managed to get her into her underwear.

Mikael looked at her for the longest time, it was as if he was trying to commit her figure to memory.

His Sally was beautiful; he did not remember her being so beautiful, in hindsight maybe it was because of his newfound feelings for the girl. He touched her face and kissed her slowly, trying to convey what he was not ready to say aloud. It was a different kiss, unhurried and full of promise of what was yet to come.

They moved to the bedroom, they were kissing and landed side by side on the bed. Mikael slowly touched her through her panties; he could feel her wetness and that aroused him even more. He noticed that Sally was also trying to touch him through his boxers. He removed her panties and then his boxers.

Lisbeth moaned, she was finally going to enjoy her Kalle, seeing him naked brought pleasant past memories.

Mikael was trying to compose himself, but he could not be stopped, he went for her bra, she let him unclasp it and saw her new breasts for the first time.

Lisbeth was anxious once again; did he like them? Why is he so quiet? She thought.

Mikael was enraptured; he appreciated women's figures and was against plastic surgery as a general rule but what Sally had done to her breasts was something else. He cupped them, they felt real, they were not overly done. His Sally moaned when he licked her left nipple. She massaged his hair and whispered his name. This brought a side in him unknown to him. He wanted his name to be the only name she uttered from now on.

He continued licking her nipples and touching her pussy until Sally begged him to do stop. "I want you to fuck me already" she half yelled half moaned.

Lisbeth Salander was trashing around in the bed. He was fucking teasing her and she wanted him inside her now. She decided to take action; she maneuvered and managed to get on top of him. He impaled herself on him.

"So good," she moaned, she started moving, Mikael was thrusting upwards meeting her rhythm. He was also delirious with pleasure. Sex with his Sally was magnificent; he reached to touch her breasts rolling one nipple in his fingers. He managed to sit with her in his lap. He bit her earlobe and started whispering things into her ear.

"You don't know how long I have waited for this Sally", he started "I have dreamed of you every night since you left me two years ago."

"Dreamt of touching you, pleasuring you, looking into your eyes when you come undone."

"All I could think every night was of fucking you, feeling your heat around my cock."

Lisbeth moaned, she was almost there and Mikael was exciting her even more by saying all that

"Ahh, Mikael, Mikael." She was running her fingernails across his back and it was such a delicious feeling combined with her heat, she was so tight, Mikael thought. He could not wait any longer. He rolled them so that he was on top of her again. He started to thrust for all he was worth. He could feel her getting closer and closer. She was contracting around him; she finally let out a small and delicious moan that signaled her climax.

But Mikael was not done yet. He kept on thrusting and whispering obscenities into her ears. He wanted to bring her to another climax; he slowed his pace and looked into those dark eyes.

Lisbeth was feeling the beginnings of another orgasm; yes sex with Mikael was the best. He knew exactly how to please her. She noticed that he had slowed his pace and that he was looking at her. She tried to close her eyes.

"No, don't close them, open them look at me," he sweetly whispered. She complied and was transfixed when she looked into those beautiful blue eyes; they were even bluer than she remembered; if that was possible.

They could see the same feelings reflected in each other's eyes. A mixture of love and lust, Mikael knew his feelings and Lisbeth had just realized that perhaps Mikael felt the same way.

They both increased their rhythm at the sudden awareness. They came together calling each other's names. After it was over he rolled away from her; he expected her to light up a cigarette. It was part of their routine, but she did not, she snuggled close to him. That was a first, but he would not question her motives. His Sally was embracing him, seeking his warmth and that was a rare gift.

At times Lisbeth could be just like any other woman. Just now she was caressing his chest drawing eight-like figures. He was so relaxed, never in his life had he experienced so much peace after sex. He felt as if nothing could be wrong in the world. He hugged Lisbeth to himself; she ended up being on top of him, with her head resting on his broad chest and their legs entangled.

Maybe it was the endorphin rush that she had just felt, but Lisbeth was completely happy. For the first time in her life she felt secure, and was not vigilant of her surroundings. This scared her; Mikael had proven to be the only person who could cause her a great deal of emotional pain. She did not want to dwell into her psychological state so she decided to sleep and feel the guilt and anxiety tomorrow after Mikael left her.