CAPTIVE FREEDOM- PART 5

Michael poured himself a coffee, his eyes looking out the kitchen window and into the dull grey mist of the early morning. The house was silent save the sound of the gulls barking overhead outside, unseen in the fog.

Sipping the piping hot liquid, he almost sighed aloud, surprising himself with his obvious inner contentment. Knowing they were safe for the time being from Section and his night wrapped in Nikita’s arms once again had lifted a crushing weight from his chest. The fact she hadn’t forgotten him and loved him just as much if not more then before gave him a sense of wanting to live again. The day he said goodbye to her in the apartment was one of the hardest moments in his life. Letting her go was like putting a gun to his head and every ounce of life he had inside went with her the day she left.

Tucking his one hand in his jeans pocket, he padded barefoot into the living room, setting his coffee mug down on the table. The chilly air made him shudder as he bent over, picking up paper and kindling for the woodstove. He hated the cold of this country, much preferring the warmer temps back where Section was but gave a slight smile to himself as he stoked the small flames starting. He could put up with the cold if it meant he and Nikita could be together, free to live their lives out from the clutches of Section.

Balancing on his bent feet, he watched the flickering flames grow larger, holding a small piece of wood in his other hand, readying to put it in the flames at the right moment.

Good morning. The sound of her voice behind him brought him out of his reverie, and he turned his head to look at her. She was wrapped up in the bed sheet, her blonde hair tousled, wild looking as it tumbled down her bare shoulders. Her feet peeked out of the bottom of the sheets, toenails painted a soft pink shade.

Tossing the wood into the fire, he made sure it was going to keep burning and then closed the smoky windowed door. Standing back upright, he watched her approach him, a saucy smile on her face, purposely letting the sheets fall to the side revealing her lovely naked body. Michael cast his green eyes over her, appreciating the vision before him, amazed every time by her display of love for him.

Good morning. He said quietly accepting her soft kiss on his mouth as her hands slid up along his hard muscled arms and come to rest on each of his shoulders, the sheet now covering them both.

Michael let his eyes wander down to her now fully exposed body, taking in the soft contours of her hips, the light fuzzy hair at her core, her flat tummy he wished would one day become round with their child, and the swell of her breasts as they rose and fell with each breath she took. The small pebble like nipples teased his senses as she closed the distance between them rubbing them along his own chest.

You’re really here Michael.. I can’t believe it. She sighed snuggling up to him as he wrapped his arms about her waist, pulling her even closer to him.

Believe it. He said kissing her nose lovingly, his senses drinking in every nuance of her. Until last night when she moaned out his name, felt her wrapped around him, he hadn’t realized how much he had lost until he had found her again. His fate was sealed with her. There could and never would be another for him and he would die before allowing her to be taken from him.

I missed us. Last night was wonderful. Her voice purred in his ear as they stood holding the other in the middle of the cold room.

Michael pulled his head back, looking down into her still sleepy face and let his fingers graze over her eyebrow as he had done so many times before.

Are you hungry? He asked trailing his fingers down over her lips, tracing their fine lines and then kissing them briefly.

Nikita smiled nodding. I hate to admit it but yes.. I am starving. She let her fingers wind around one of his long curls giving it a playful tug. But I think I would rather have you just now. Her mouth captured his, their tongues snaking out to wrap around the other, bodies straining against the other as they fell back onto the large couch beside them.

Michael knocked the back of his leg on the corner of the coffee table and swore, his head knocking into Nikita’s with a violent clank.

Merde!

Owwwwww…..

Nikita clutched her fore head with one hand, wincing at the searing pain that flashed in her head and then started to laugh when she saw the look of utter horror on Michael’s face when he saw how much it had hurt her. Caressing his cheek with her other hand, she kissed him on the cheek.

Are you okay? She giggled her fingers touching the small mark forming on his head from hers.

He nodded, his one hand still kneading the muscle in his leg where the table had nearly pierced it with its sharp corner.

Are you? He asked shifting his weight so as to not crush her under him.

Mmm hmmm…. I would be a lot better if you got those pants off and made me forget about the searing pain in my head though. Nikita teased him, her hands going down to his pant zipper, fumbling in the small space between them.

Michael’s hands came up, palms cupping each of her small breasts, the small nipple rubbing his skin incessantly as she moved under him.

With their eyes open, they began to give each other small kisses, gradually making each kiss longer, more passionate in nature as the familiar fire they always built up in the other began to burn hotter. Finally managing to pull the zipper of his jeans down, Nikita watched him move back only far enough to slide them down over his hips and kick free of them, taking in the sight of him in the light of day. His body was always beautiful in her eyes…. Even the scars and bullet wounds from his time in Section only served to make him all the more precious to her.

His stomach muscles contracted wildly under her touch, his member hard between them, twitched against the softness of her belly as they came together.

Nikita sighed, one arm wrapping around his neck, holding onto him tightly as he urged her legs apart under him.

The heat of his mouth played over the pulsing vein in her neck, sucking softly on it as his one arm lifted her by the knee opening her more fully to him.

Arching her back Nikita closed her eyes, sighing loudly in anticipation of his touch.

Reaching down, Michael’s fingers glided over her short curls below, inching his way down between her folds.

Michael….. so good… She mumbled, her free hand clutching the material on the back of the couch tightly as he slipped down into her moist heat, finding her nub.

In small gently circles, he moved his finger over her taking extreme pleasure in his ability to bring her to such levels so quickly. Instead of answering her, he moved his hand faster knowing how close she was already and wanting to see her lose control. There was nothing more beautiful to him then to see her writhing under him, chest heaving as she tried to breathe in her climaxes he brought her. The sound of his name on her lips as she cried out was music to his ears, a sound he lived for, a sound he could never get bored of hearing.

Moving her hips under him, she felt his hardness against her thigh as he rested on his knees on the floor, pulling her around so she was sitting up, and hips on the edge of the couch with him straddling her. His face lost its normally hard look and gazed down at her, eyes flashing with desire at the sight of her core spread open for his eyes. She was glistening; wetness covered his hands where he touched her, rubbing her insistently.

Nikita opened her eyes, looking up at him, her hands going to his hips, urging him closer to her.

Wordlessly, he brought himself up, touching with just the tip of himself at the welcoming entrance.

Nikita moaned, hands grabbing at him, urging him on.

Slowly, he moved inside, gradually filling her with himself, savouring her hot wet tightness surrounding him. She was like a drug to him. It was never like this with another woman, never quite as pleasurable, never quite as satisfying, never quite as hot and demanding. Letting his head fall back, Michael grasped her by her hips, holding her still as possible as he began to ease in and out of her, listening to her soft moans becoming louder with each thrust.

Nikita met him thrust for thrust, urging him deeper and faster within her tight walls, ripple and spasms of pleasure began to roll inside that she didn’t want or need to control. Only Michael could give her such heaven, the only man she would ever give herself to freely, the only man she would ever truly love. Gasping for air, Nikita opened her eyes and took in the sight of him over her, his chest heaved with each breath, his muscles straining against her, his hair was hanging down, now looking as wild as he was performing for her. His tempo picked up and brought her to her peak, crying out his name, Nikita screamed over and over into her arm as he pushed into her, now lost in his own world of pleasure. Finally, he heaved heavily into her, falling forward, resting his head on her chest, holding her tightly against him, still buried deeply inside her warmth. Nikita brought her hands to his hair, moving it from his now sweaty brow and kissed him softly; loving him even more then she did yesterday.

I missed you He whispered kissing the valley between her breasts and then lifting his face to look down at her.

Nikita smiled contentedly. I missed you more.

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