| Subject: Chapter 224 - Part 3 (18 and above) |
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Date Posted: Wednesday, February 22, 07:13:38am
In reply to:
Katherine Gilbert
's message, "Dreams in the Dark (chapters 221--?)" on Monday, February 13, 07:24:07am
He worked on this, then, drawing her up to him, kissing her deeply, desperately--forcing away the doubts--his cock still stroking her deep, as she perched on his lap. When she let out a needy whimper through the threatening tears, he pulled away the covers to their side, flipping them skillfully over on the bed. In a heartbeat, she was the one on top, her eyes amazed, as the kiss ended. But all sign of sadness had utterly disappeared from her gaze.
This wasn't a typical position for them, really--Michael generally the dominant partner. But it wasn't like his wife had any complaints. How could you, when your skillful lover seemed to like nothing better than taking all responsibility for goading you into almost violent orgasm, again and again? Her eyes sparked, loving him, rising on her haunches to smile. God, he felt good. Her depths tightened around his length instinctively. There would never be any reason to complain at all.
He could see that his erotic ploy had worked, was grateful--but he had no real concentration for such concerns for long. After all, the goddess he had married had mounted him, her gorgeous body on display above his own; his smile lingered, hands tender on her thighs. He would be a fool, then, not to enjoy every, luscious second of the ride.
She agreed completely, adoring this change--but that inner hunger was building, once again. She closed her eyes, her head back, as her thighs parted over him further, seating her tight depths firmly over every inch of his pounding cock. She had to lick her lips, the smile permanent, as she felt every nuance of his shaft stretching her tender walls to their capacity and beyond; the moan lingered. It might have been pain, if she weren't so lost to the roaring, honeyed need and pleasure which ached through every vein of her body--the way he filled her heaven. When she finally spoke, it was with a moan--was a message she had given him in amazement many times before. "You're so big." The adoring shiver ran through her. And she was definitely loving it all.
Jesus, he was dying for her--the red-hazed ache about to destroy him; it took every ounce of his will not to roll her over and have his very wicked way with her gorgeous body that second. Still, he loved this as well--her perfect form on display for him alone, always so very beautiful. "You like it," he observed, as he watched her moan, her lovely breasts quivering just slightly, as she started to move--her tight depths making small, slow circles around his cock; he had to stifle the growl. That alone was enough to make everything almost too good to survive without screaming.
He had to hold back his groan, not wanting to draw her attention--enjoying the view--as she moaned out a happy, "Yeah." He watched her taut, pink nipples, her exposed throat, as she moved a little faster over him, and nearly growled from sheer hunger. He wanted to taste her skin, to suck those sweet nipples that would one day nourish their child; the memory of that gift was enough to make him insane, shivering below her. As much as he wanted her happiness, he just wasn't certain how much longer it would be before he broke.
He was fiercely repressing his growls now, wanting her so much--feeling the erotic friction of his heated cockhead brushing repeatedly against the tight, welcoming depths of her core; that sensation alone nearly did him in. His hand moved to her neck, savoring the vibrations of her moans there--wanting her more by the second, all of it too intense. He was in her completely, his Nikita demanding penetration by his every inch, as she tormented him with the tight, slow ride she wanted--every part of him aching with need. He wasn't certain he would survive. But then she started to speak--and he knew what it truly was to go insane.
She had opened her eyes at last, was staring at him with a hungry smile, the tender sensation of his hand against her neck still not quite as good as the stretched, overfull feeling of his shaft taking over every nuance of her depths--making her gasp again and again, as the light shivered deep within her. She decided to let him know it, the ache of pleasure pulling tight in the heart of her form. "God, you feel good, Michael." She moved over him a little more quickly and felt his answering thrust into her--his self-control fraying; the gasp she gave was half screech, as she licked over her lips, her hands coming to dig into his sides. God, he always made it so good. "I can never have enough."
Her thighs were parted completely over him now, her whole body almost balanced on, riding over, his thick shaft alone--impaling her to the full. He could feel the red haze burning brighter before him, was losing anything like sense; his hands went to her hips, on fire for her, as he watched her arch with his every deep thrust into her core. "Then, have some more," he growled, watching her shiver; her eyes were watery with pleasure, body shaking. "I like to watch you take it all."
These words alone proved too much for her, her whole body experiencing a physical ache for him. And memories of how close she had come to losing him--in so many, different ways--over these past few days came flooding back, the tears starting to escape; she couldn't hope to put it into words. "Mi-chael."
It was a plea, again--one he had craved. But he could also see that the torments were returning, making her fear; he had to growl, hands rising, digging into her shoulders, as his fierce intentions rose. He was damn sure going to make certain that she never focused on anything but pleasure and him.
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