The tryst had been divine, although designed to serve many purposes for both participants, a commingling of sorts inspired by expressive green eyes and vivacious blue ones. There were factors galore that played an important role in the coupling, like attraction, the scratching of an itch, the need for survival, and the desperate attempt at establishing beachheads – all acting as necessary conduits to answering the question of who was on point. The attraction was understandable, after all the Prince was not only indistinguishably handsome, he was a Prince; and the woman, sultry, bold, and incredibly beautiful was after all a woman (good enough for the all male Prince).
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She instinctively took an errand curl that fell over his right eye and gently tucked it behind the perfect shell of his ear, brushing gently the side of his face with the palm of her hand. The spontaneous act causing an immediate reaction in Michael’s being and he smiled in his sleep, kissed her lips tenderly, and hugged her tighter whispering, “Sleep my love, tomorrow is going to be a busy one”.
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She nodded and he almost missed her answer for he was busy watching the black pupil that contrasted magnificently with the woman’s blue orbs.
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He sat up with his back to the sofa bed and pulled her up with him, his torso exposed, tanned and inflexible
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Michael smiled and slipped a hand under the covers, looking for Nikita’s center, she was giggling from the feel of his expert hand on her and she asked, “So what do I call you?” Then followed it by a resounding, “Oh God Michael.”
He took a breast in his mouth, sucked and laughing answered, “Not God, that would be too much to ask”. Then the couple proceeded with the foreplay they were quickly becoming addicted to and forgot to rest part of the equation, if just for a while.
Hey! The math is back!