| Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 223 - NC-17 |
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Date Posted: Sunday, September 11, 08:42:48pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapters 221 & forward" on Sunday, July 10, 08:59:36pm
Michael and Nikita jogged along the Portugese Algarve beach; the villa disappearing behind in the morning mist. They had returned to their suite and dressed in light running clothes but not before Nikita had teased Michael as he struggled to pull on his running pants and jogging shoes. Michael had fought desperately to avert his eyes from Nikita naked body as she taunted him before finally submitting to his demand go for a run instead.
They ran side by side through the damp sand; a distant fog horn echoing out at sea. Three kilometers down the beach, they approached a rocky outcrop that forced them to either climb a hillside on land, or enter the sea which was now at low tide. Nikita reached over and grasped Michael’s arm.
“Hey....we’ve done enough...you shouldn’t overdue the exercise Michael....we still have to jog back to the villa.”
Michael slowed his pace as he began heading in the direction of the water; Nikita scrambled after him.
“Michael! The tide’s in.....we can’t get around the rocks!”
Michael stopped and turned to face her as she ran up to him. “I’m fine....let’s see if we can get around the rocks.”
“Michael....I mean it! You should not overextend yourself...the doctor said so....let’s start back slowly.”
Michael reached out and roughly pulled Nikita towards him. “Now why would you want me to save my energy.....so you can have your way with me?”
“What? Why....well....I apologize for coming on so strong...it’s just I felt I wanted......”
“I love to see you want me,” he leered while reaching down to caress Nikita between her legs. “.....and never apologize for desiring to love me.”
“Ahhhh....Michael.....please, you better stop or I’ll never make it back to the villa and there’s no way we can do anything out here in this weather and......”
Michael quickly grabbed Nikita by the hand and led her behind some large boulders that sheltered them from the wind and sea. He began to smother her with kisses and stroke her back and buttocks, pressing her tightly into his growing need. Nikita gasped for air as Michael lifted her onto a rocky ledge and pulled her jogging pants down; he lifted her leg, placing it over his thigh as she fought to pull his running pants down.
“No!” he demanded. “Let me....let me love you.”
Nikita’s breathing was ragged as she felt her desire reaching a fever pitch. Her mind and body were racing with need as she lowered her eyes to watch Michael untie his pants; his erection sprang out, displaying the glorious extension of Michael’s body. With one hand behind Nikita’s shoulders and one under her hips, he thrust into her waiting opening. Nikita placed her arms around Michael’s neck and buried her face in his auburn curls. Their rhythm began to match as Michael pushed even deeper into her throbbing womanhood. Nikita struggled to get her breath as Michael’s moans were captured by the wind. As their mutual climaxed coursed through their bodies, they cried out in release. They clutched each other and struggled to regain their breathing.
Michael helped Nikita from the rocky ledge as they adjusted their clothing and crouched together behind the rocks. Michael wrapped his arms around Nikita and stroked her cheeks while pushing back hair from her face. Nikita whispered in his ear.
“Naughty man....you had your complete way with me....good thing I wasn’t wearing panties....they might have held up....production, so to speak,” she grinned.
“What? Production....what do you mean?”
Nikita laughed. “Nothing....but you just wanted to teach me a lesson about who is in charge, right?”
“No....that’s not correct. I wanted to make love at the villa but the time was not appropriate....and I don’t want the men distracted or gossip....we need to be discreet.”
“Okay Michael....you win, this time.” She cuddled closer to his chest.
“Please understand Nikita....I know that.....” He was interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone. “Yes....yes I’ll be back shortly....begin the initial stages of the protocol for the mission....correct.” He closed his phone and rose, pulling Nikita to her feet. “We need to return to the villa.”
“What’s up?”
“We leave for France in the morning.....we’ve located the headquarters of the Medusa Society.”
“What! Tomorrow....you must be joking! And what’s this about ‘we’....surely you’re not going to lead the mission!”
“Yes I am....the mission will be in three stages....I’ve been working it out with Adrian.”
“Well thank you very much for telling me Michael!”
“The mission was hypothetically based on possible intel discovery....Bernikoff....Download, stumbled onto a back channel crocus directory....we now have the location of the Society’s main headquarters. Adrian is working with Rene to prepare for our departure.”
“Michael....you can’t possible mount a mission with the men at the villa. Other than Reilly’s men from Center, there is no way Dalton’s men are trained for a direct hit on a target....trust me...I was just on a mission with them, remember!”
“That’s why I need to work with you and Reilly to determine which men will go....come, we need to get back to the villa quickly.”
“Michael! Listen to yourself....you’re not being realistic....this is not MI-6, Interpol or Center! You....we are not equipped to undertake a full three pronged assault on .....on anything!”
“We can....and we are able....with you, Reilly and myself on tactical for each component.”
Nikita stood shaking her head. “So that’s it then! A quick shag on the beach, now let’s get back to work!”
Michael reached out his hand. “Please Nikita....work with me,” He suppressed a smile and had a twinkle in his eye. “And maybe....the shags as you call them, can be longer next time.”
“Ha! Very funny....you are incorrigible Michael!”
“I love you....and need you....please.”
Nikita lifted her hand and grasped Michael’s; they began to jog back towards the villa. The mist drifted farther inland and as they made their way down the beach, the wind picked up, battering their faces and bodies. Together they clutched hands, bending their heads into the growing gale.
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