| Eternal Love |
| The next morning Michael awoke first and just laid there admiring the lovely features of Nikita’s face, the lovely arc of her neck down to the soft gracefulness of her shoulders where the blanket covered everything else. ‘She was just too damn beautiful to resist’ Michael thought as his hand flowed smoothly under the blanket to caress the warmth of her inner thigh of its own free will. Nikita stirred for a minute murmuring his name on her lips but didn’t quite wake up. She just snuggled closer to him and fell asleep again. Michael smiled and kissed her tenderly on the forehead as he just lay there enjoying just being able to lay with his angel in his strong arms. An hour later and Michael was still holding Nikita in his arms. The temptation to touch her was just to fierce now. He reached out and began a trail of butterfly kisses down her cheek, to the softness of her jaw tracking down to her collarbones. Nikita shivered and began smiling and leaning in for more…”mmmmm…what a nice way to wake up” she murmured. Michael smiled and continued on his mission to make her feel wonderful and she had to admit it was working very well. Nikita brought her hands up to his ribs and smoothly caressed them up to his flat nipples and broad muscular shoulders. Michael shivered and nipped at her collarbone in punishment. Nikita giggled and she could feel Michael smile against her skin. “Naughty” he said as he looked into her beautiful blue river eyes. Nikita managed her most innocent look “Me? Naughty?” she asked. He laughed. He couldn’t help it. She was just to beautifully angelic looking. She leaned up to Michael who was leaning over her and circled her tongue around one of his flat nipples. He shivered violently before moving out of her reach. She whimpered, “You don’t want to play?” she asked. He smiled, “I do but my way?” he whispered. She smiled, “and when do we do it my way?” she asked. “Right….now” he gasped as she began to play with the hairs near his naval. She smiled slightly, “Thought you’d say that” she laughed mischievously. “You’re a little minx my Kita” he spoke softly. “So tantalizing beautiful and seductive. All I have to do is look at you to want you.” “So you only love me for my looks?” Nikita asked teasingly as she dragged her nails up from his naval to his nipples. Michael growled at the last action and flipped her onto her back, “Hell no” he said seriously. Nikita looked into his eyes and saw that he was very serious and she smiled. She pulled his face down for a deep and passionate kiss that said ‘Thank You’ Michael deepened the kiss to an intensity that was nerve wrecking. He brought the soft pads of his fingers to her mouth and she licked each one happily and slowly as if each one were her favorite piece of candy. When she was finished with his fingers she moved on placing small kisses on this wrists stopping to twirl her tongue around the pulses at his wrist. She brought her hands up and began touching him, starting at his shoulders and working her way down to his navel. She swirled her tongue around his navel with him arching up wanting more…begging her for more. She smiled and after a few minutes of sweet torture she dove her tongue into his navel tasting the sweet scent of him. Suddenly, unable to bear any more of her sweet torture he rolled them over so that he was above her now. He smiled slyly. “Michael” she said with warning. “Hmmmmm…..” he asked with his most innocent look. Nikita burst out giggling; ‘How on earth could Michael look so deadly one minute and so innocent the next?’ Michael bent down and encircled her nipple with his tongue creating a pattern that wreaked havoc on her nerves. Her hands wove into his hair tugging on it gently but with need. Knowing that she needed to be tortured a little he moved off of that nipple and began a similar pattern on its twin. Nikita arced towards him her hands still in his hair but now they were tugging fiercely in need. “Michael” she whimpered. “Please.” Michael looked u at her his tongue still at her breast. “Please what?” he asked softly. “Touch me” she whispered. Michael took away his tongue and began touching her instead doing as she asked. Nikita gave a frustrated sigh, “Michael please…” she trailed off. Michael smiled knowing exactly what she wanted. He moved his mouth down near her breast once again and blew a puff of his warm breath on it. “More!” Nikita demanded. Michael smiled knowing the torture she was going through and decided she’d had enough. He brought his mouth to breathe just above her breast before taking it fully into his mouth suckling and tugging on the nipple. Violent ripples shook Nikita to the core. She went over the edge knowing that Michael would be going with her next time when he united them to be one; as they should be. Together, as one. |
| Part 8 |