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Date Posted: Saturday, March 31, 07:20:51pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 411+" on Saturday, March 31, 07:17:48pm
Michael knew that at first Nikita was impatient. He wanted to give into her desires, but that wasn’t why he had brought her to this cabin, their cabin, in the first place. He had seen how she just knew what both Sabina and Adam needed this week and she would never give herself the credit that she deserved. But Michael could at least show her that he cherished her with days like this, even if she couldn’t wait for the massage to end.
“Kita…. Please just close your eyes,” Michael gently spoke as he leaned down closer her head. “This is to relax you.”
“Michael…” Nikita protested and he smiled. “You don’t want to spoil your surprise… you are almost as bad as Adam was at Christmas last year…”
Nikita groaned and Michael kissed the back of her bare neck as she settled her head down into the opening for her face. “Yes… I have a feeling we may have to tranquilize Sabina this year… but that isn’t for you to think about right now… I just want you to breathe… slowly… and let me give you a massage that you deserve…”
Nikita could feel as Michael moved slowly around the table. She could hear him picking something up, realizing a moment later that it must be oil. Her body jumped as Michael pulled the sheet down off of her back and stopped just short of her butt. Nikita swallowed and didn’t say a word as soon, Michael’s hands, gently were on her shoulders with oil gliding his hands over her skin.
Nikita would have never thought of the word gentle when describing Michael’s hands. Even though she knew how tender his touch could be when his fingers stroked the planes of her cheek, she still didn’t think of those strong hands being gentle, but that was how Michael was starting the massage, making it easier for Nikita to allow her eyes to stay closed and for her to finally stop protesting.
And it felt good.
Michael knew when Nikita gave into the massage but he also knew that she wasn’t entirely relaxed. That was going to take some more work and lot more finesse. He then slowly started to put more pressure into the massage, kneading the muscles of Nikita’s back.
She groaned with pleasure and Michael grinned. His hands slipped along the sides and almost touched a bit of her breast. He pulled away as he did not want Nikita’s mind to go in that direction yet. Instead, Michael pulled the sheet up and over her back so Nikita did not get chilly and then walked to the foot of the massage table to pull the sheets away from just one leg at first.
Michael was a bit taken back that there were not comments from Nikita as he paused to get some more massage oil before starting her leg. He moved slowly up the long lengths of her leg, not going too far above her knee. He then switched legs and continued the process.
He was taking his time and Nikita felt her body in ways merging with his hands. It made sense and it also didn’t make sense. But Nikita didn’t dwell on those thoughts. Michael had wanted her to release her tension and right now, Nikita tried not to think about what was next.
As it better be sex.
Michael hesitated as he covered her leg back up, completed with those long muscles that he couldn’t help by notice were perfect still. He was holding back his desire for this woman and that was difficult as he touched her. But instead of having her turn over, Michael pulled the sheet back from her back and started over again on her back.
Nikita didn’t realize that she wanted her back massaged again until she felt Michael pulling the sheet down again to expose her back. The pressure was not gentle this time, but it was perfect and Michael swore that Nikita was purring with happiness. Michael leaned down and kissed Nikita’s neck as he allowed his hands to drift to the sides of her shoulders and towards the front.
But Michael pulled back and forced himself away from Nikita’s body. He went back to watching his hands working those muscles, giving them a full rub down slowly and methodically.
“Turn over,” Michael rasped as he finally pulled the sheet back up. Nikita slowly picked her head up to look at Michael with a lax face of happiness. “You don’t need to cover me.”
“I’m going to finish the massage.”
“You massage the front of my body? Isn’t that foreplay?” Nikita quipped as she turned underneath the sheet although she wanted to toss the sheet away. She lifted her head as Michael put a small pillow behind her head so that the hole where her face was didn’t allow her head to drop backwards.
“I’m giving you a full body massage,” Michael answered as he glanced at her eyes but knew not to look too long. He picked up the oil and started with her fingers in her hand. He slowly moved to her wrist, up to her elbow and finally up to her collarbone. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her ear before walking around to mimic the movements on the other arm.
Michael paused to stroke Nikita’s face. That was when she opened her eyes to drink him in. He felt his body stirring, knowing that soon he would not be able to deny those carnal desires that threatened to take him away from his plans right there. He was pulled into a kiss that Nikita was open and welcoming to begin and to hold for a long time as his hands massaged her head with no real rhyme or reason to his movement.
The patience was lost as Michael massaged up Nikita’s legs, unable to only uncover one at a time. He had glanced up to Nikita’s face, her mouth parted with a groan of pleasure as he massed the inside of her knees. He could feel the heat radiating off of her, but Nikita was not going to say a word. Michael shifted and stood up, trying to tell himself to finish the job.
Instead, he cleared his throat and licked his lips. “Move down to the end of the table,” Michael directed Nikita as he shifted and moved a chair around. Nikita slowly pushed herself up with her long arms. “Uh?”
Michael tapped her long muscular leg to indicate that she needed to scoot closer to the edge. Nikita arched an eyebrow as she watched Michael’s tongue darting out to wet his lips. He used his strong hands to tug playfully at Nikita’s legs, letting her know without a doubt of what was the plan in his mischievously glinting eyes. Nikita moved and then felt Michael pull her along down and he placed a kiss on the inside of her knee.
Nikita groaned immediately as Michael then moved closer to the table and kissed the inside of her thigh as his hands moved up, caressing her butt to bring her to that edge. Nikita felt his breath hitting her in the way that she had been waiting for.
Michael paused as he moved his hands to help part her legs slightly more. He switched from breathing to now blowing coolly against her. He felt her legs dance around his shoulders with the desire to force him into action.
“Mi-“ Nikita started to moan and before she could finish his name, his tongue just barely grazed the opening of Nikita’s wetness. She felt every muscle contract and relax instantaneously while her head leaned back and she stopped being able to form his name. She inhaled to finish saying his name when Michael didn’t relent. He moved forward, stabbing his hot tongue now into those folds, his right hand helping to part her so he could easily lap at the wetness that had been growing there for some time, waiting for him to do exactly this.
It was a nectar that only Michael would enjoy and he tenderly moved to lap it all up, pleased to know that there was more only him to take. Part of his mind wanted to go quickly but the other part that was in control for the moment knew to take his time.
Slowly, after lapping all of the tender folds, Michael eased into her, settling in and even hummed slightly to make Nikita’s entire body quiver with delight. That was when Nikita started to feel the lashing of his tongue, wiggling and twirling and then slashing to the right and to the left. Never before had Michael done this to her. She didn’t know what he was doing. She didn’t want him to stop.
Nikita’s hands were twisted into his hair as she groaned with pleasure, barely able to make real sounds but guttural groans. Michael just heard her groans of “Mi… Mi…” as her way of saying his name and telling him to continue on with what he was doing.
Michael even slowed his tongue down as he smiled against her wiggling hips. He now moved his hands to try to steady her body, to make sure that she didn’t fall off of the slim massage table that she was now almost all the way off of as her hips bucked above and her legs wrapped around his head.
Moving his tongue, Michael started his movement again. Slashing slowly up against the tender folds. Then he moved his down diagonally to the right, and then he lashed back up. Michael paused and pulled his tongue away. Then he went to the center and lapped directly up and stopped, pulled his tongue away and just pressed it slightly above the spot that he had stopped.
Then he lashed down the center. IN the middle of that lick, he returned to move his tongue up diagonally to the upper right and then back to the middle to move diagonally to the bottom right. He returned to the center to lap directly up, stop and then dot again.
“Mi—Mi—Mi—Mi—“ Nikita panted as her hands balled up in fists as she pulled them away from his head. Her head shook from side to side and then she pounded her fists against the padded table as Michael quickly moved his tongue straight down and then from left to right.
Her body screamed along with her voice as Michael twirled his tongue in a circle, completing his task of writing her name with his tongue. He nestled in and then suckled as her release pulsed around him. He would not tell Nikita the secret of him branding her with his tongue as he would do that over and over again to get this same response.
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