Scented candles were lit and scattered about the room, filling the air with the fragrance of vanilla, honeysuckle, and a hint of spice. Latin dance music played quietly in the background from the portable CD player in the far corner of the room. A bottle of wine chilled in a terra cotta cooler on the dresser, accompanied by two cobalt blue wineglasses.

Michael lead Nikita by the hand into his bedroom, her eyes tightly shut. "You can open your eyes now," he told her.

'It's beautiful, Michael. What's the occasion?" Nikita smiled like a young girl who just got a pony for Christmas.

"Wanted to show you my romantic side." He smiled at her, then extended his hand, "dance with me?" It was a question, not a command.

"Tango?" she asked her eyes wide. Michael nodded once, his face suddenly very serious.

Michael and Nikita began the dance slowly, their bodies moved in musical rhythm as they held each other at the waist, their hips swaying to the sensuous beat. Then Michael pushed her away gently at the hip and turned her like a top, their hands poised above her head. He spun her out gracefully, their eyes locked on each other as they completed the step, arms outstretched between them. Michael jerked her arm once and Nikita twirled back to him, slamming into his chest as she flung her head back and kicked her right foot behind her. Their foreheads met; eyes riveted to each other. Turning their heads in unison, now cheek to cheek with their hands clasped together in front, they sidled forward, then reversed.

The seductive dance continued, intensity building as their hips brushed and rubbed enticingly together. Then, perfectly timed to the musical crescendo, Michael dipped her to his left. Nikita arched her back over his arm, her hair almost touching the floor. Breathless and completely aroused, Michael pulled her upright and leaned in to kiss her parted lips. Nikita hungrily accepted his tongue as he slowly explored her mouth. She moved her hands to his shirt and unbuttoned it, sliding her hands up his hard body. As she began to massage his muscular chest, Michael broke the kiss and watched her hands as she stroked his nipples with her thumbs.

Nuzzling her neck and nipping at her ear lobe, a contented sigh escaped him, "We're getting into dangerous territory."

"I know," she responded, his hot breath tempting her, "do you want me to stop?"

"No," he moaned as she pinched his hard buds.

"Good answer," Nikita whispered, rubbing her hands around his slim waist, then unfastening the top button of his jeans.

Michael held his breath as Nikita unzipped his fly, then gasped as she stroked him. Waves of pleasure crashed over him as she slid her hands under his briefs and cupped his buns, dragging her fingernails lightly across his tingling flesh, while covering his torso in wet kisses. Michael shrugged his shirt off; it fell to the floor unnoticed. His hands played in her blond hair, lifting the long, platinum strands from her neck and letting them cascade through his fingers. "Nikita... you're making me crazy."

"That's the idea. You set the mood, but I'm going first." Nikita pulled his jeans and briefs down to his ankles. Michael groaned in relief as his growing erection was freed from the binding clothing. Nikita smiled and moved him back a step or two, until his legs reached the mattress. She pushed him down by the shoulders so that he sat on the edge of the bed, and finished undressing him.

Michael reached out for her, but Nikita backed away, "Tsk, tsk," she clucked, shaking her finger at him, "not yet, Michael. Patience will be rewarded."

He grimaced, clearly wanting to take control of the situation, but it was her game, so he acquiesced and decided to just enjoy it. Michael shuddered as Nikita touched his knees, then knelt before him, easing his legs apart as she rubbed his inner thighs. He groaned again as she fondled him, licking the full length of his hard cock. He was delirious, rapidly losing himself in her delicious attentions. He leaned back on his elbows and dropped his head back between his shoulders. Nikita continued stroking him with her hand, kissing and nipping at his balls, then darting her tongue back and forth across the base of his penis.

Michael exhaled her name, "Nikita please," he pleaded, begging her to finish him. It was only then that she suckled him fully, slowly at first, then faster and faster, until he was tossing like a kite in a full wind.

Michael fell back on the mattress, completely spent, his breathing ragged and shallow; his body quaked with emotion as the sensations assaulted him. Nikita crawled up on the bed beside him, placing her hand on this chest and kissing his cheek.

Pulling her close, he murmured quietly in her hair, "you're amazing."

"Glad you think so," she grinned, nuzzling against his muscular chest, "I aim to please."

"Me, too," Michael agreed, his mind already working on delicious tortures for her. He stroked her hair, "I never thought I'd feel this way again."

"And how do you feel?" Nikita pushed, looking up at him as her hand drew lazy patterns on his upper body. "Happy. Content. And, lucky. Luckier than I deserve. Lucky to be here with you."

"Really?" She asked, with a sarcastic tone in her voice.

"Really!" He replied emphatically, rolling over on top of her and kissing her, a long lingering kiss. She laced her fingers in his hair and kissed him back with an intensity all her own.

Breaking the kiss, Michael pulled her up into a sitting position. He slid his fingers under the thin straps of her black sheath dress as he nibbled her creamy shoulders. His hands traveled down her back and he slowly pulled the dress down to her waist. She helped him lift it under her bottom and down her legs, then he tossed it to the floor.

She waited, tingling with anticipation as he unhooked her front garters, then caressed the back of her thighs as he unfastened the ones behind. His lips followed his hands as he rolled each silk stocking down her legs, and discarded them. Nikita laid back against the pillows, rubbing her breasts through her strapless bra, her legs bent at the knee. Michael gently eased her legs apart and massaged her through her moist panties. Nikita released a husky moan as his touch further stirred her passion.

Deliberately he removed her garter belt and panties, sliding his hands under her buttocks and lifting her to his mouth as he knelt between her legs. With gentle hands, he kneaded her cheeks as his tongue tasted her sweetness. Nikita was swept away by his technique.

"Michael," she whispered, barely able to speak coherently, only pleasurable sighs escaping her parted lips.

He slipped his tongue inside her and she shivered uncontrollably. Michael lifted his head and smiled, lowering her to the mattress. He stimulated her clit with smooth, circular strokes as his expert tongue continued to assault her femininity. Nikita writhed in ecstasy, pleading with him to bring her relief. Finally, satisfied she could take no more, he penetrated her with his long fingers, massaging her sensitive inner core; she screamed in response to his probing touch. He moved up beside her now, watching her intently, mesmerized by his affect on her. Cradling her in his arms, he kissed her temple as her breathing began to quiet.

"Michael," she cooed, "I love you."

"I'm glad," he smiled wickedly at her, "but I'm not done yet, in fact, I've only just started."

"I can't take anymore right now."

"Oh, you'll like this, I promise." He leaned over her and took a bottle of Kama sutra oil from the nightstand drawer, "how about a body massage?"

"Hmmm, yes, sounds great."

He reached down and unclasped her bra, pulling it slowly from around her. "You are so beautiful," he told her as he caressed her with his fingertips, letting his hands move to the curve of her hips. "Now, on your stomach, please," he ordered politely.

Nikita smiled at him, and obediently obliged as Michael poured the oil into his hands and rubbed his palms together. Nikita pulled her hair to one side then turned her head sideways, resting it on folded arms. Michael surveyed her thoroughly, then bent down and bit her gently on the butt.

"Hey!" She squealed, "no biting."

"Sorry," Michael grinned, clearly not sorry at all, "couldn't resist."

Starting at her shoulders, he rubbed the oil over the smooth surface of her back. His hands were warm and Nikita could feel herself relaxing already. As with so many things, Michael was an expert masseuse. His strong hands massaged her shoulders, then pushed up her back, gently squeezing and caressing. Slowly working his way down, he kneaded her buns, and Nikita wiggled slightly. Michael slapped her bottom, just enough to sting a little, and chided her, "be still."

Nikita laughed and wiggled once more, just for good measure. "If I had a tail, I'd wag it," she joked.

"You do, and you are. Now stop it! This is serious work," he teased back.

He poured more oil into his palms and continued his massage, working the soothing liquid into her thighs and calves. He adored the feel of her soft skin; he loved touching her. Nikita's breathing was unhurried and rhythmic now. Michael's ministrations over the last few minutes had relaxed her so much she had fallen into semi-consciousness.

Aware that she was too quiet, Michael decided to bring her back into the moment. Gently he continued up her legs to her inner thighs, then slipped his hand inside the soft folds between her legs. Nikita moaned and raised her head. Michael's hands moved to her hips and helped her to turn over on her back. She stretched lazily as Michael smiled down at her, his admiring green eyes caressing every curve. He replenished the oil once again, then bent over to brush a soft kiss across her lips.

He rubbed her neck and shoulders, watching Nikita's face as she responded to his touch. As he carressed the oil into her breasts, Nikita put her hands on his and followed them down her torso. "You have wonderful hands, Michael," Nikita purred, simply enjoying the feel of them against her skin.

"Busy, happy hands," he grinned, then lowering his voice seductively, he added, "and mine are very busy."

Lifting her hands from his, Nikita propped herself up on her elbows, laughing as he tickled the sensitive area behind her knees. Her laughter delighted him. He rarely saw Nikita so genuinely happy and content. He felt an overwhelming sense of contentment himself. It was a feeling he embraced whenever he and Nikita could steal precious moments alone.

Michael continued massaging her legs, then finally worked his way down to her feet. Nikita sighed as he pressed his thumbs to her right sole, pushing up the arch to the ball of her foot. She had never had a foot massage before and it was heaven. Michael was very thorough, and when he was satisfied with his efforts on the right foot, he moved to the left.

Nikita sighed again, then finally sat up, running her fingertips lightly down his spine and slowly back up again. Michael straightened and pressed his shoulders back, shivering under her sensitive touch. She reached up and stroked his stubbled cheek with the back of her hand, "make love to me," she said, looking at the face she loved with eyes full of wanton desire.

Like a potent aphrodisiac her words excited him, and Michael would do whatever was within his power to please her. That she could love him, want him, he still found amazing. Even though he felt unworthy of such devotion, he was sure no one could love Nikita more than he did. Placing his hands on either side of her, he leaned in for another kiss. Nikita's mouth captured his as she tangled her fingers in his long, curly hair and pulled him down, tongues intertwined. Their bodies molded together, his weight resting comfortably atop her slender frame. He deepened the kiss, holding her head in his hands like a precious piece of art. "I love you," he whispered against her mouth.

Nikita rubbed his broad shoulders, then dragged her hands down his chest and abdomen as he raised up to allow the caress. As she moved her hands down and around his hips, she began rocking slowly under him. Pressing her fingers into the cheeks of his buttocks, she urged him to fill her. Michael slowly penetrated her as she raised her hips to accommodate him. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, arching his body to reach her deepest depths; he groaned loudly, then a heavy sign escaped him. He bent down to suckle one breast, lavishing the nipple with his lapping tongue while his hand caressed the other soft peak.

Their bodies moved as one, rocking back and forth, faster and faster, as the bed trembled with their passion. Michael buried his face in her shoulder, sucking her salty skin. Nikita clawed his back, tiny spasms wracking her body. Hearts racing, their bodies reached climax almost simultaneously. Michael's sweet essence overflowed as Nikita reflexed around him with her inner muscles. Screams of ecstasy vibrated in the room as they both reached mutual satisfaction.

Exhausted and spent from the throes of their intense encounter, Michael rolled over beside her, rubbing her breasts tenderly and murmuring softly against her temple in French. Nikita decided she would have to learn a little of his language, not only so she could better understand his words, but so she could tell him, in his native language, how much he meant to her. It would be a surprise for Michael sometime soon. That thought pleased her, and she smiled, nestling in the crook of his arm as he smoothed her damp, tangled hair from her face. He reached for the edge of the comforter and pulled it over them to keep the chill off their glistening bodies. Entangled in each other's arms, they both drifted into blissful slumber, dreaming of their next encounter.

Finis

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