Melissa and Emily practically had to pry the two apart. Both wanted to be the first to welcome Michael to the family. Michael and Nichole were immediately beset by everyone at the party, with "congratulations!" for both and "happy birthday!" for Nichole.
* * *
Nichole spent the rest of that night in a daze. The pictures Terra left triggered memories, all of them happy, even though Nichole remembered only bits and pieces herself. Many of them made her smile, but each picture of Michael only reminded her of how empty she felt, even a year later.
The penguin was the first of many Nichole and Michael exchanged over the next two years and it remained her favourite. She fell asleep with it in her arms nearly every night. Nichole held it close, trying to recapture the feeling of Michael's embrace. But stuffed animals don't hug back.
Nichole finished the glass of wine and looked out the windows, their arches framing the spectacular view. It was late afternoon and the sun was beginning to set. One of the last pictures in the box was of the gift table, overflowing with birthday wishes that had unknowingly become wedding wishes. Nichole smiled. Michael had another gift for her after the party.
* * *
The party really started after Michael's proposal, and luckily for the couple, took on a life of its own. Michael and Nichole snuck out with the complicity of Ernie and Carole. Of course they knew what Michael was planning. A week before he came to them and asked Ernie for his daughter's hand and for their blessing. Without hesitation, Ernie and Carole gave it.
Right after the congo line started, Ernie waved Michael and Nichole out the back door where Carole and Michael's parents, John and Elizabeth, were waiting.
"Get out of here, you two," Ernie said, fighting for hug time with his three other dear friends. "We love you."
John pointed them towards the street. A horse-drawn carriage waited.
The driver took them through Central Park. Nichole rested with her head on Michael's shoulder. They rode in silence, holding each other tight. In her hands, Nichole clutched her penguin. The driver let them out at Columbus Circle, just across the street from the apartment.
They took the elevator up to the fourth floor. Michael fumbled with the keys.
"I have something else for you."
"What else could you possibly give me?"
He handed her a keychain in the shape of a heart. On one side was the date, the other read, "I love you. –M."
Michael picked her up to carry her across the threshold to his—to their—apartment. "Welcome home."
Nichole kissed him deeply as he stood in the hallway. He tasted her tears.
All the way to the bedroom, she tried to undress Michael, but he wouldn't put her down. Finally, he set her on the bed where she pounced on him. Nichole covered his face with kisses. Soft pecks. Wet. Deep. Sloppy. Her tongue snaked into his mouth.
She pushed him down on the bed and straddled him. She pulled at her own clothes, tearing at the buttons and then set to undressing Michael. His shirt came of, but he wouldn't let her go any further. There was a wickedly pernicious glint in his eye.
He sat up and pulled her close. One hand cupped a wondrous, naked breast. His mouth went to the other. Michael made circles around her nipple with his tongue, causing it to stand up. Then he blew softly on it and it hardened immediately. Nichole shivered. He bit softly and she moaned with pleasure.
Michael kissed his way back her chest, to her collarbone, then her neck and under her chin. He breathed in her ear. "Do you trust me?"
"Of course, I do," she moaned.
"Good."
Michael put his feet on the floor and stood, still holding his lover in his arms. She wrapped her legs around him and kissed his shoulders. He turned and sat her on the bed, which was just the right height for him if he wanted to have her right then. But he didn't.
"Close your eyes," he whispered, squeezing Nichole's erect nipple.
His hands left her for a second when she felt something around her head, covering her eyes. It was soft. Silky. Michael tied the blindfold and kissed her again. He had something else in his hands. Nichole felt more silk being tied to each wrist.
Michael guided her to the center of the bed and pushed her flat on her back. He placed a pillow under her head. His fingers ran the length of her body, their feather touches causing the hairs on her skin to stand up. Gently, he pulled her skirt and panties down.
She lay naked, fully exposed and blind. Vulnerable. But with Michael, none of that mattered. Her trust in him was complete.
Even if she knew he was up to no good.
She heard him shed the rest of his clothes and felt him cuddle up next to her. His fingers continued to trace lines on her body. Unable to see, the rest of her senses seemed heightened. His touch tickled and aroused her.
"I am going to make love to you," Michael said, kissing her shoulder. "If I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, just say 'stop'. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she moaned softly.
"Say it."
"I understand," she purred.
"Good."
Michael straddled her chest, his hardening cock resting between her breasts. He took her hands and made Nichole cup her tits, then she squeezed them together around his engorged sex. His hips moved forward ever so slightly and she felt the head of his cock slip out from between her breasts and under her chin. He continued with several short strokes, playing with her nipples.
She felt a hand lift her head forward and found the head of Michael's cock at her lips. They parted for him eagerly. She tried to put her hands on his ass, meaning to draw him deeper into her mouth, but he pulled on the ties around her wrists and her arms fell away from him.
Keeping up the same short strokes in her mouth instead of between her breasts, Michael tied the bonds on each wrist to the posts on his headboard. Nichole lay there, helpless. Completely at his mercy.
Nichole gave a disappointed sign as Michael withdrew his cock from her mouth. Michael lay on top of her, his hard cock wet with her saliva, so near her hungry pussy. She started to grind against him, hoping he would relieve her desire. But she knew he wouldn't. Not yet.
Michael rolled to the side, his body still pressed against her. Propping himself up with one hand, he took the other and turned her blindfolded head towards him. His tongue forced his way into her mouth, penetrating her. Violently. Lovingly.
His hand roamed down her body, stopping to roll her nipple between his index finger and thumb, then continuing down her naked form. His hand forced her legs apart. He ran his fingers in small circles along the insides of her thighs. Her body buzzed with anticipation. Her clit tingled at the nearness of his touch.
Nichole pulled against the ties holding her down. She wanted so much to take him in her arms and feel him inside her. She wanted . . . no, she needed his touch to release her.
Finally, Nichole felt a finger touch her swollen clitoris. He pressed against it softly, then harder. His fingertip touch became stronger, more intense. Faster. She bucked against his hand. She felt his cock twitch against her leg. Oh, how she wanted him!
Michael moved his finger faster and harder against her sex, every now and then pausing to dip a finger inside her wetness. His tongue continued to assault her mouth, rough and tender at the same time.
Her lover's strong hand pressed against the nub of her sex, wet from her juices, swollen with excitement. She pressed her chest against him as best she could, frustratingly bound to the bed, desperate to feel as much of his touch as possible.
Michael kissed behind her ear, at the top of her neck. She shivered with delight. A gasp escaped her lips as one finger, then two, penetrated her. His breath teased her neck. Michael left a line of slobbery kisses down her neck to her collarbone, then he traced the same line and blew softly. The coldness made her shudder and she pulled again against her bonds.
"What do you want me to do to you?" he whispered in her ear.
"Fuck me."
"Not yet," he teased, rubb
ing her clit again. "What else?"
"I want you to eat me."
"Where?"
"My pussy," Nichole moaned.
"How do you ask?"
"Pleeeeeaaasse," she wailed, pulling again at the ties. She needed to put her arms around him. She needed to force his head between her legs. She needed him to make love to her.
"Please, what?"
"Please eat my pussy, Michael. Please, God, please," her voice became a whisper. "Please eat me. Please . . ."
Nichole imagined the broad smile her begging brought to her love. Michael pulled away from her, although his hand never left her sex.
What's he doing? she thought. What's he opening? It sounds like a cooler—
She cried out in surprise when the ice cube touched her nipple. She felt the areole contract and goosebumps covered her entire body. A shiver ran the length of her spine.
Nichole squealed with delight as he moved the ice cube all over her breast, leaving a cold trail of water on her body. She felt his breath on her breast as he took the ice cube in his mouth and paid equal attention to her other nipple and breast.
All the while, he continued to massage her clit and sex with his hand. Rubbing, pressing, penetrating.
When the first ice cube was nearly melted, Michael dropped it back in the cooler, got another one and took it between his teeth. She thought she heard him get something else out of the cooler, but the touch of the ice made her forget about everything except Michael's touch. With the edge, he made a line down her belly, until he was laying between her legs. He pushed them further apart
She nearly fainted when the ice cube touched her clit. She imagined it turning to steam instantly. The heat of her body mixed with the cold of the ice made her shake uncontrollably. Nichole felt her clit harden just like her nipples at the touch of the ice. In ecstasy, she rolled her head back and forth on the pillow. Nichole moaned. Under the blindfold, she saw stars as the fireworks started.
Then, as quickly as the icy touch started, it was gone, replaced by the warmth of Michael's mouth. On her clit. She reflexively tried to sit up, but her bonds held and she collapsed back on to the bed. Already super-sensitive from Michael's earlier treatment, Nichole's clit exploded with pleasure as his hot mouth enveloped her steaming sex, sopping up ice water and her wetness alike.
Nichole cried out again as she felt something else cold enter her where Michael's warm fingers had been. She didn't know what it was but made her head throb and she nearly fainted again. The object was almost as long as Michael's cock, just as wide and ice cold. It had a bulbous head that aroused her insides while her lover assaulted the outside of her sex with his mouth.
She could feel him turn the thing in her pussy into a piston as he sucked and nibbled on her clit. Nichole moaned and grunted in time with Michael's tongue as it lashed against her, only to be replaced by his teeth raking against her sex.
"That feels so good," Nichole moaned. "Oh, God! That feels so good . . . I'm about to cum, please don't stop . . . please don't stop . . . please . . ."
As he worked her pussy over, Michael reached up and squeezed one of his lover's breasts. It sent her over the edge. With an ear shattering scream, Nichole lost herself to the orgasm. It consumed her.
She bucked her hips against his mouth. She felt her pussy flood with cum, which Michael lapped up and devoured. She pulled against her ties, wanting to pull Michael's mouth harder against her, but to no avail.
Nichole screamed. And moaned. She was in heaven.
Her orgasm subsided, but didn't stop. Michael wouldn't let it. Still working the rod in her pussy, Michael kissed his way up to Nichole's face and kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips.
Her tongue entwined his. Their teeth knocked together and their lips bit and nibbled at each other.
She felt him climb on top of her. How she wanted to put her arms around him. The rod was removed from her pussy. Michael pushed himself up until he was on his knees.
Nichole felt something rub against her clit. His cock. Warm. Hard. She moaned with desire.
She tried to wrap her legs around his waist, as if to pull him inside her. But he pushed her legs apart.
Back and forth. Back and forth. Michael's cockhead took over for his hand.
"Michael," Nichole cried out. "I need you inside me."
"You do?" She felt him bend over and his mouth locked on to one of her breasts. He continued to rub his sex against hers.
"Yes."
"How do you ask?" He slapped his cock against her clit.
"Please, Michael!" she said, desperately.
"Please, what?" He slapped her again with his cockhead.
"Please fuck me," Nichole sobbed. Her desire overpowered her. Her need was insatiable. Her voice was but a plaintive whisper. "Please fuck me, Michael. Please . . ."
"Of course, my love." Michael kissed her tenderly, wiping away the tears that fell out from under her blindfold.
Her mouth fell open as she felt his head push into her. She arched her back as his cock penetrated her ravenous sex. Slowly. It seemed to never end.
She gasped as she felt his cock all the way in her. He kissed her again, his tongue penetrating her mouth as his cock penetrated her pussy.
Again, she tried to put her arms around him, but she could not. She wanted to envelope him in her embrace. To pull him close. To give him the pleasure he gave her.
Michael began to pump his cock in and out of her slowly at first, then faster. And harder.
Nichole felt another orgasm begin to build. Or was it a continuation of her first one? She didn't care.
The tingling sensation increased. She could hear Michael breathing hard and moaning. She felt his cock moving inside her.
In and out. In and out.
Michael took her legs and spread them wide, then put her calves on his shoulders and began to drive his cock into her. With every stroke, there was a sharp slap! as the hilt of his hard sex connected with her and a shiver ran up her spine.
Nichole pulled futilely against her bonds. Tears of desire and lust flowed down her cheeks as another orgasm cascaded over her.
She cried out in pleasure as her whole body seemed to catch fire. It started in her toes. Michael pumped faster and harder. His hands went to her breasts. They squeezed and pinched. He kneaded them together. All the while using his cock like a hammer on her pussy.
Nichole thrashed underneath him, overcome with passion. She tried to buck her hips against him. The ties held her down and Michael steadied her, but she felt freed, released as she came all over Michael's cock, buried deep in her sex.
Under the blindfold, she saw stars as she peaked. It was like having an out of body experience. She heard herself scream. She felt her heart pounding its way out of her chest. She felt her pussy throbbing, contracting. Wild spasms wracked her body. She cried out again.
With a final sob, Nichole mercifully blacked out.
She didn't hear his final moan, nor did she feel his cum shooting inside her.
When she came to, she could only hear her heart still pounding in her chest. She felt Michael next to her. She felt his hand running along her body. His touch was comforting.
Nichole moved her arms. They were stiff, but Michael had undone the knots. Finally released, she put her arms around him and held him close. Her body still tingled from head to toe.
She opened her eyes and blinked back the light. It was dark, the room only lit by the stars, but after being under the blindfold for so long, it still took her some time to adjust.
"Hello, lover," Michael returned her embrace.
"How long?"
"Not long," he smiled. "Just a couple of minutes."
"What did you do to me? I can't move."
"Good." He kissed her tenderly. She closed her eyes. The musky aroma of sex permeated the room.
"Where did you learn how to do that?"
"Your brother bought me The Complete Idiots Guide to Amazing Sex last year as a birthday present. I thin
k he thought I was spending too much time at work."
"I don't know if I should thank him or kill him."
She jumped when she felt his hand touch her still swollen, still sensitive clit. "Hey! Stop that!"
"What's wrong?" Michael said teasing. "Can't keep up with an old man?"
He attacked her again. And again.
And again.
* * *
Nichole put Terra's pictures away. It was nearly dark. The apartment was quiet. She hated this time of night. It was right about the time when she and Michael would come home and have dinner together. She half expected him to walk through the door and tell her the last year had been a horrible dream.
She knew she was hungry but didn't want to eat. She knew she was lonely but didn't want to by around anyone else.
Stop this! Nichole scolded herself. Stop feeling sorry for yourself.
Nichole put the stuffed penguin back on the bed and walked to the kitchen. She picked up the phone and dialed.
"Hello, Terra? Where are you guys? Great, I'm starving. I'll meet you there in 10 minutes."
* * *
Five months after getting engaged, Michael and Nichole were married. For anyone else a three week courtship may seem like a very short time, but in reality, the two spent 23 years getting to know each other; just no one knew they were supposed to end up together.
They tried to keep the wedding small, and for the most part, they succeeded. The wedding itself was low key and intimate. It's the guest list that couldn't be pared down. Ernie and John invited not only family, extended family and friends, but all of the company employees, who were basically extended family and friends.
Nichole did most of the planning, not because she was obsessed with her wedding, but because she knew Michael didn't care about most of the details and because she knew he trusted her not to go too far over the top. There was a small list of things for him to do, and he did all of them without complaint and in his usual efficient manner. She also had a very capable (and willing) compatriot in Michael's secretary who made most of the calls and did the bulk of the hard work, often on her own time.
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