| Subject: À la Vie! - Chapter 48 (NC-17) |
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Date Posted: Wednesday, November 10, 07:36:18pm
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Diane
's message, "À la Vie! - Chapter 41+" on Friday, November 05, 11:09:31pm
The rest of the summer passed quickly by. Adam had been with them for a year now, and he had never once asked after his mother. He and Nikita were learning Spanish from watching Sesame Street, Adam having given up on Chinese rather quickly. He and his father played in the pool every day, and Michael’s dark hair was taking on a cinnamon cast with a few golden streaks here and there. Sometimes Nikita slathered on the sun block and joined them in their games of underwater tag. Adam swam like a fish now, and was quick for someone with such little arms and legs. They had only had to give up their suite once, on the July 4th weekend, and the four of them camped out in a single room behind the front desk that was always kept vacant for emergencies.
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Simone was suspicious. When she demanded that Roberta raise her “allowance” from $3000 a month to $4000, Roberta had done so without batting an eye. This told Simone that she was getting much more than $5000 a month from Nikita, and she was determined to find out how and why. She remembered Michael’s threat vividly, but Nikita had the right to know that she had been robbed by her own mother, didn’t she? She knew that Nikita must be back in town, as her mother was no longer whining about constant calls from l'Éclat. She wondered if that man, Suba, knew that Nikita was in San Francisco, and calculated how much the information would be worth to him. She would go through Roberta’s apartment and find Suba’s phone number.
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Michael awakened slowly from a vivid dream. He had been dreaming that a naked Nikita had come to him, begging him to make love to her. She was touching him all over, arousing every pore, and he was so close to climaxing that he couldn’t stand it. He became fully awake only to realize that only part of what he felt was a dream—Nikita lay behind him, her naked breasts boring holes through his back, her left arm flung around his waist and her fingers brushing the tip of his arousal. Mon Dieu! Did she have any idea what she was doing to him? They had been sharing a bed for nearly a year. He was not made of stone. He didn't know how much longer he could wait, despite his promises.
Carefully, he lifted her hand away from his manhood and moved it up to his chest. Big mistake. Nikita snuggled even closer to him and started rubbing his chest lazily, trailing her nails lightly over his nipples. Quickly, he threw off her arm and stepped out of bed. His sudden movements awakened Nikita, who sat up quickly, holding the sheet up to her shoulders. “Michael? Is something wrong?” She looked at the clock. It was just past two. Michael didn’t answer, and she started to ask him again when he happened to turn and she saw him in silhouette. Instantly she knew what his problem was, and that she had been the cause. “Michael, come back to bed,” she implored.
“Take off your panties,” Michael rasped. Nikita was in shock. Was this the big night? Did she feel ready? She wasn’t sure. She was nervous and uncertain. Michael saw the hesitancy in her eyes, and spoke reassuringly. “I’m going to leave my shorts on. I just want to try something, okay? We can stop if you don’t like it.”
We can stop if you don’t like it. How many times had she heard those words before? And every time she had liked it. This was Michael. He would never do anything to hurt her or anything she wasn’t ready for. She slipped her panties off and dropped them by the side of the bed. Michael got back under the covers, and began to kiss her gently. The kisses grew deeper, then his head dropped lower, raining butterfly kisses on her neck and shoulder until he licked the tip of her right breast. Nikita gasped. This was one of those things she had liked. A lot. He drew the nipple into his mouth and sucked gently, teasing the left breast with his hand. Nikita moaned, burying her fingers in Michael’s hair, holding him there. Suddenly his head dipped lower, and he ran his tongue around her belly button. This was new. Nikita liked it.
Michael kissed and licked his way back up to her mouth, then looked her straight in the eye. “I want to touch you,” he told her gently. “I won’t hurt you—I swear. If you want me to stop, just say ‘Michael,’ and I will. Is that okay? Can I touch you, Nikita?” Nikita was torn. A part of her wanted to know what it was like to be loved by Michael—another part remembered the rapes of a six-year old girl. She and Michael just stared at each other for a full minute, then Nikita slowly nodded.
He kissed her again, and his right hand made its way lazily down past her breasts and stomach until it rested on top of her golden curls. Nikita’s legs were clamped firmly together. Michael stroked her hip and the top of her thigh, all the while murmuring for her to just relax. Nikita felt the sudden warm dampness again, and knew that her body was ready. Gamely, she opened her legs minutely. Michael cupped his hand over her mound, letting his fingers brush back and forth against her womanhood. He stoked with one finger between her folds, and soon his finger was wet with Nikita’s own juices. He smiled. He stroked her inner petals with his wet finger, from her opening to her tiny pearl. Nikita jerked under him, but made no sound.
He removed his hand, and brought it up to Nikita’s face so she could see his finger with her own eyes before he placed it in his mouth and sucked it sensuously. Nikita’s womanhood was throbbing. Was this what sex was like? She knew Michael had left the job unfinished, because there had been no penetration. What was he trying to do—drive her crazy?
Michael rolled onto his back, pulling Nikita on top of him. His erection throbbed between their stomachs, tethered by his shorts. “This is what you do to me, Nikita--I don’t know how much longer I can hold out,” he confessed.
Nikita flushed guiltily. Now she had some idea what Michael was going through. “What do you want me to do?” she asked.
Michael sighed. “Wear your gown to bed. I’ll wear my tank shirt. Maybe that will help.” Nikita quickly got out of bed and pulled on her l'Éclat nightshirt and brought Michael his shirt. They both turned on their sides facing away from each other, and tried to get some sleep.
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