Subject:  Chapter 6 (Light NC 17) |
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Jennifer S
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Date Posted: Sunday, March 05, 10:20:48am
In reply to:
Jennifer S
's message, "All of Me" on Wednesday, January 11, 02:54:40pm
Chapter 6
Nikita lay in Michael’s arms as his hands lightly stroked her back. Their union had been magnificent, earth shattering, and felt like their souls had fused into one. Once reaching the bedroom, clothing had been stripped away in mutual desperation. When Michael had set Nikita down on the bed, he’d removed his pants and had entered her quickly. There’d been no tenderness, for the intense passion that was driving them would not allow it. They had been feral and selfish in their mutual need, and had raced towards completion.
Nikita sighed as she tingled with the memory of their second joining. They had taken the time to explore and taste one another, almost savoring the tender moment, not wanting it to end. Michael had done things to her, and awoken feelings in her that she never knew existed between a man and a woman.
Slowly moving her hand, she began to stroke the hard planes of Michael’s chest and stomach and she smiled as her mind difted back to their third time. It had been a mix of the first two combined. Starting out tender and sensual, and ending primal and unbridled. Nikita had never felt more alive in her life than she did right now.
Michael too was reliving the past few hours. It was true he had been trained with the knowledge of how to pleasure a woman, but what had transpired tonight was beyond all his training. He felt connected with the woman in his arms, and on more than a sexual level. He felt driven to bring her pleasure, and he smiled in male pride as he knew he had done just that again and again.
Not even with Simone had he reached the level of passion and fire that he did with Nikita. His smile slowly faded as the reality of his situation came back into focus. He knew he had to leave her, and knew it was for the best. His mind rationalized what his heart wouldn’t accept. A life with him, any kind of life, would only lead to tragedy, and that he couldn’t bare. He had learned more about life, real life in the past 36 hours than he had in the past year. Nikita was vibrant and so alive that he felt a slight pang of jealousy for all that she had, all that he would never have.
His mind and heart came to an agreement, he would live, really live for the next three days, then he would say good bye to her. To see her again would be too painful a reminder of what was out of his reach, what could never be.
Nikita stirred and he kissed the top of her head and sighed. Looking out the picture window and at the beach below, he once again heard his mother’s words in his mind.
“Maman, I want that kite”, a young Michael said.
“Michel, you already have a kite, you don't need another.” His mother replied.
Stomping his feet in the sand Michel said loudly, “But I need that kite Maman.”
His mother leaned down so her eyes were level with her son’s and said, “It’s something you want Michel, not something you need. You need food, air, a home, your family and love, but not a kite little one.”
She kissed his cheek, patted it lovingly, then stood up and walked away.
Michael’s hand stilled on Nikita’s back, and she lifted her head to look in his eyes. What she saw took her breath away. She saw desire, compassion, and a silent plea to be loved. Michael reached up and cupped her cheek and thought ‘Nikita, I want you, and god help me, I need you’ and then pulled her down to his face and kissed her.
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