| Subject: Kiss and Make Up - a wee bit more...very steamy... |
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Date Posted: 01:09:27 12/26/01 Wed
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Genevieve
's message, "More Kiss and Make Up - Revised, but still as naughty..." on 19:35:32 12/18/01 Tue
"Does it kiss off?"
Her voice was a strangled moan. "It's not supposed to, but I don't think ... that this is what ... they had, uh, in ... mind." She could hardly remember what they were talking about, let alone form a coherent thought or sentence. Her blood was rolling hotly through her veins, every nerve-ending singing under his feather-light touch.
Michael could hardly breath. This erotic cat-and-mouse game of twenty questions had only served to inflame his desire, and he wanted her at this moment more than he ever had before.
Nikita met his gaze through half-lidded eyes, desire pushing rational thought far, far away. His mouth closed single-mindedly over her breast, taking the nipple hard between his teeth.
She was falling, falling so fast in a spiral of craving and heat. Her hands in his hair, his name on her lips in a sighing moan that came from her very soul, calling out for him, wanting him. His erection was hammering a demanding rhythm against her thigh as he slowly moved down her body, his kisses leaving faintly pink streaks on her skin. His lips seemed to burn where they touched, his mouth leaving a path of erotic destruction in its wake, down over her belly and lower still, down to where she ached for him.
Nikita could feel her body clenching in impatience, her entire being focused on the unbearably heated flesh between her thighs, the feeling of Michael's teeth nipping gently at the delicate skin of her inner thigh almost making her toes curl.
She tensed as Michael pressed his mouth to her, her hips jerking as his tongue fiercely stroked the aching warmth between her legs. He captured the swollen heart of her body with an all-consuming kiss, his hands hard on her hips as he pulled her roughly towards him. She was lost. White heat flashed behind her eyes and her body was on fire, her sex shuddering under his mouth, her breath rushing from her body in an agonised gasp.
He closed his eyes as pure lust shot through his body, the pulsing of Nikita's climax against his mouth almost too much to bear. Sweet and salty, soft flesh and heated muscle clenching under his lips. He held her to him as she bucked and twisted, calling his name in a guttural moan. Her release was almost violent, a storm of physical passion that left him speechless.
Michael laid his head on her stomach, his own heart keeping pace with the pounding of her pulse that he could literally feel through her skin. Nikita's breathing gradually returned to normal, and he felt her hands on his shoulders, urging him to come to her. He tilted his head to meet her gaze as he brushed his hand lightly over the dark blonde curls at the apex of her thighs, smiling as he felt her tremble and quiver beneath his gentle touch.
Michael moved slowly up the length of her body, feeling her stomach muscles quiver and contract under his kisses. He kissed the valley between her breasts, rubbing his rough jaw along the soft underside of her right breast, watching avidly as her flesh goose-bumped, her nipples tightening and puckering under his gaze. He would never grow tired of looking at her, touching her.
Nikita slid her hands over Michael's shoulders, her hands delighting in the rediscovered feel of his skin. She sighed softly, a frustrated hum that was completely at odds with the lethargy that was slowly creeping over her. She wanted to kiss him. Wanted to kiss him so hard that he wouldn't be able to remember his own name. She wanted to make him weak at the knees with just the touch of her lips on his. She didn't even care if they used the damn mistletoe or not.
Her heart felt as though it was going to bounce out of her chest, and she suspected that someone had turned her bones to water when she wasn't looking. After all his teasing, all Michael had to do was touch her and she had been out of control. It would have been a little bit embarrassing if it hadn't been so amazing.
Still, she seemed to have done nothing but fall at his feet in a quivering heap ever since he appeared unexpectedly in her bathroom. She had never really thought of herself as the swooning type, but somehow Michael always had her reaching for her mental smelling salts.
Nikita grinned innocently down at him as she caught his eye, loving the suddenly suspicious look on his face as he noticed the look of intent in her eyes. I think it's time for a bit of artwork of my own. She had an eighth lipstick in that batch, one that wasn't part of the Deadly Sins matching set. What on earth was it?
Her grin widened as the name came to her. Power.
Michael blinked in surprise as he felt Nikita's hands on his chest, firmly pushing him away. She rolled out from under him to the edge of the bed, and he was suddenly on his back, the wind almost knocked out of him. Looking unexpectedly at her ceiling, he could only stare at her in amazement as she walked slightly unsteadily across the bedroom floor and, scooping something up before leaping back onto the bed, kneeled to straddle his body.
"Sorry." Nikita beamed at him as she gripped his wrists, bending his arms at the elbow and pushing them hard against the mattress.
Despite his shock, Michael started to chuckle as he gazed up at her. My god, she is incredible. The laughter stuck in his chest as she pushed her knees deep into the bed, pressing her hips down onto his in such a snug fit that his body jerked involuntarily, his erection achingly close to her warm centre. His vision was almost blurring as pure primal need surged through him.
"Nikita...I..." His voice died in his throat as she ground against him, teasing, tormenting.
"What was that?" Nikita pushed her face close to his, her teeth nipping along his jaw.
A low groan was the only answer. Letting go of his wrists, Nikita smiled in satisfaction and flipped the lid off the black tube she was holding in her right hand, while her left snaked down his chest and stomach.
"Guess what game we're going to play now?" Michael regarded her dazedly through half-lidded eyes. All he could focus was her left hand, which was slowly trailing over his hipbone, down his thigh and back to his lower stomach.
"We're going to play a game of tit for tat." She dug her fingers admonishingly into his side at the sly smirk he gave her. "Not the sort of tit you are thinking of, okay?"
Nikita trailed one hand across his chest. "Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo?" Her innocent tone did not fool him for one second. Forcing his brain away from the exquisite sensation of her fingers dancing across his inner thigh, he managed to lift his head and peer down at his own chest.
Nikita was cheerfully drawing over his heart with a dark brown lipstick. He couldn't quite see what she was drawing, but knowing Nikita's taste in artwork, he would lay bets that he wouldn't be taking it into a tattoo parlour and asking to have it permanently inked any time soon. He looked closer, and couldn't keep a broad smile from breaking over his face.
She'd drawn a big "N" on his chest, right over his heart.
"Not quite as stylish as Chinese characters, but it's from the heart," she quipped as he grinned at her. He could see the blush stealing up her chest, tingeing her face with colour.
Nikita could feel Michael's body stirring under her, his erection pushing urgently against her as his hands slid up her legs to take hold of her hips. Desire flared again, instantly, her body clamouring for his touch once more. Almost dizzy with need, she quickly finished her doodling and tossed the lipstick over her shoulder. She laughed down at his surprised face, a tremendous rush of love for him flooding her heart, trickling through her entire body.
Michael's chest felt tight. I can't take any more of this. He tightened his grip on Nikita's hips, and pushed up with his legs, rolling to the side as he did. She wasn't expecting it, and it was only a split-second before she was under him again. She pushed at his chest half-heartedly, an action pretty much contradicted by the fact that she was wrapping her long legs around him at the same time.
Nikita stared up at him, loving the glorious feeling of his full weight pressing down on her. His eyes were flicking from her lips to her eyes, reminding her that there was something else she wanted from him, something he hadn't given her that she desperately craved. Judging from the look in his eyes as he literally prowled up her body, he fully intended on being in control of the next stage of the proceedings. We'll have to just see about that. Nikita narrowed her eyes at him as he bent his head to hers, his breath warm on her cheek.
Michael took a soft earlobe between his teeth and bit down gently, his hands sweeping her torso from breast to thigh. She felt so good under his hands, and the urgent craving to be inside her, to feel her take him into her body was too strong to fight anymore. He took a deep breath and whispered into her warm ear.
"Je veux au sejour ici a jamais dans votre bras." Oh, how he would do so if he could. Staying here with her forever would be all that he could ever ask for.
"Michael?" The tone in her voice made him glance across at her face. He was quite startled to see that she looked almost...cross.
"Michael." Nikita could hardly keep the exasperation from her voice. "Please shut up."
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