“I made this while I was getting ready for tonight. I hope you don’t mind if I play it?” Nikita walked over to the stereo and started the tape. How did I know he was going to have a monster sound system? Boys and their toys. Well, if this works he won’t be thinking about his toys for quite a while. As she walked back over to the bed the tape began. The music started when she was halfway to the bed. The slow, throbbing bass line sounded like the blood rushing through his veins.

“Once you asked me to perform for you, but we were rudely interrupted. Let me know how I do.” Nikita curved her lips into what might be called a smile but her expression was much too feral for a mere smile.

She began to slip the strap off her left shoulder. As it caught on her elbow she turned her back to him, and he could see how the material of her dress slipped down the curve of her ass. He grabbed a handful of comforter to keep himself from tracing the graceful line of her back. Then she slipped the other strap down and revealed her entire ass. With that she turned to face him again. The front of her dress was held up only by the pressure of the straps against her elbows. The material that had been covering her breasts was now pooled over her hands, which were resting lightly on her stomach. She waited. His eyes caressed her from the outer curves of her breasts. And she waited. To the twin raspberry nipples that looked as if they were created to fit his mouth. And still she waited. To the arc of her collarbones, made just for his tongue. Up to the line of her neck, where if he had been able to close his eyes he would have pictured a series of bite marks traveling up to reach her ear. Finally when his eyes were devouring hers she let her arms fall. The dress fell to the floor and was quickly kicked away. Now all she wore were her hose, shoes and the jewelry that Michael had given her.

She walked the last few steps to the bed and looked down at him. The comforter was twisted where his hands had been. His legs were spread, as he was going to explode with the slightest pressure. His hair was mussed where he had run his fingers through it. He was breathing deeply, trying to calm himself. Nikita unbuttoned his shirt and laid two fingers at the base of his throat. Feeling his pulse throbbing through him. She pushed the shirt off of his shoulders, laying tiny kisses in precise lines over his collarbones. Her hands gliding across his chest and back as she pulled the cloth down his arms. She leaned in so her nipples were caressing his chest.

“Good thing you have all this control, ‘though I am looking forward to seeing you lose it.” She purred in his ear just before she pushed him onto his back. Her hands went to his belt and gently undid the buckle. She pulled the leather through the loops and ran the tip from one of his nipples to the other before throwing it down to join her dress on the floor. Nikita knelt at Michael’s feet and removed his shoes, then his socks. Her fingers started a slow massage of his soles and ankles that had his toes curling and relaxing rhythmically. She drew her hands up his legs, kneading into his thighs, gently caressing his waist. Finally she began to unbutton his pants. As she slowly pulled his zipper down, Nikita removed the hairpins from her hair. By the time she was done her hair was loose and tenderly skimming across his stomach. With her short nails lightly scratching, she pulled his pants down and off his legs.

That was his breaking point. He reached down, grabbed her wrists and dragged her up the bed to join him. He lay her on the bed and rewarded all her hard work. He stared with her hair. Taking locks of it and tracing her eyes, her ears, her mouth. Following that with his teeth and his tongue. Nipping and sucking at her bottom lip, til it looked like a long grape bursting with juice. Then he gave her upper lip the same treatment, so that just breathing gave indescribable pleasure. He moved down her body until she was a writhing mass of flesh, unable to move, unable to speak. She couldn’t even think all she knew was that she couldn’t take any more. He tested her readiness. Two fingers went in with no resistance, and he could feel her, liquid around his fingers. Her back arched as if someone had shortened the line between her shoulders and her ass. She found her voice but all she could do was moan his name. She planted her feet flat on the matress and started to fuck his fingers. She was edging closer to her orgasm when he put his free hand on her belly to hold her still. He curved his fingers and pulled them out of her. He groaned when he saw how much she had dripped onto them. He reached into the drawer of his nightstand. As he sheathed himself with the condom he imagined how beautiful she would look swollen with his child, but he still had just enough brain cells still functioning to let him realize that was impossible. He drew his cock along her pussy to lubricate the condom, then slowly began to push it into her.

He entered her inch by inch. Letting her adjust to each inch before feeding her the next. When she completely surrounded him he lay still to enjoy the sensation. It was the best kind of torture, one he never wanted to end. Even through the layer of latex he could feel how tight and wet she was. Michael pulled all but the head of his cock out of her then drove it back in, twising his hips as he did. He knew that he was hair-trigger but he was spiraling out of control. His thrusts were getting shorter and faster and Nikita wasn’t helping matters by using what little leverage she had to thrust back at him and rub her clit against the hair at the base of his penis. Using the last of his control he grabbed Nikita by her waist and turned the two of them so that she was riding him. His hands ran from her thighs up her stomach. He covered her breasts and squeezed her nipples between his thumbs and first fingers. As she began to come he buried his hands in her hair and pulled her head back, exposing the line of her neck. When his orgasm exploded through him he sat up and buried his face into her neck, gnawing and licking at the point where shoulder annd neck met. Without withdrawing from her he pulled her down to rest her head on his chest. She could hear his heart racing and was amazed that she was the one to cause it.

“So. How was my performance?” Nikita asked. Her cheek resting on his chest, her words slurred by exhaustion and arousal. She could feel his chuckle before she heard it.

“I don’t think I could survive another performance like that one.” Michael ran his hand down her back. As she shivered, he laughed out loud. “I was going to suggest that we try to get some sleep but since that’s not going to happen...”

“Micheal, why don’t you put that mouth of yours to better use?”

He flipped her over and slid her beneath him. His mouth ran down her back and he pushed her knees til she was kneeling on the bed. With his mouth hovering just over her pussy he said “Was this what you had in mind?”

“Michael, just shut up and- Ohh!!”

“I was wondering how long it would take to wake you up.”

“Well, you seem to have gotten me *up* very nicely. Now that I’m up, what would you like to do? A shower then breakfast or breakast then a shower before going to Section?”

“I vote for breakfast first. No, don’t get up. I think I’ll have a protein shake to start my day. Now you just lay down and provide me with my protein.” Nikita said with a huge grin on her face as Michael finally got her little joke.