| Subject: Priority Mail 413 (NC-17 -- how many NC-17 chapters until Mary comments again???) |
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Date Posted: Wednesday, April 04, 08:27:21pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 411+" on Saturday, March 31, 07:17:48pm
Michael gazed at Nikita as he held the glass of champagne in his hand. “Nothing like an after midnight snack.”
Nikita was slowly chewing on the chocolate covered strawberry. She continued to move slowly as she looked at her glass and then at Michael. She nodded her head as she started to lick her lips, not to make sure that there was no chocolate on them. “I thought we’d have other fun after midnight.”
“Other fun?” Michael inquired and Nikita shyly nodded her head. Michael narrowed his eyes. “Sorry… no body paints here… and those strawberries are the only thing with chocolate…”
“I could have thought of something else that would have been much better dipped into chocolate…”
“You are so naughty,” Michael chuckled as he winked at Nikita. She smiled and laughed too. But in the process she missed her lips as she tried to sip at the champagne. Michael arched an eyebrow and then took the napkin out of her hand.
Nikita tilted her chin for Michael to dry, but he had another plan. He leaned forward and licked the liquid form her chin. Nikita’s chuckle died as she felt Michael move closer to her and move his lips down her neck where there was no champagne to cause him to be there.
Michael had talked Nikita into wearing a robe to the kitchen and he had done the same. He now moved his chair so he was positioned perfectly between Nikita’s legs. Michael didn’t let his lips leave her skin as he used his hands to open the closure of her robe. Then he pulled away just to watch the display as he parted the robe and separated it from her skin.
“A shame,” Michael commented as he flicked his green eyes to gaze at Nikita’s. “You are… dry.”
Nikita choked for a second. “Hardly that, Michael. Hardly.”
Michael tilted his head to the side and shrugged his shoulders slightly. His hands started to settle on the outside of her breasts, not holding them, but enclosing them between his palms. Nikita’s blue eyes were watching Michael’s bold movements of claiming her right there. For a moment, she wasn’t sure what Michael was planning but then she saw the small smile that crossed his lips as it was clear what he was going to do.
Michael dipped a finger into the nearest glass and carefully circled her nipple with the champagne. Immediately, his lips began sucking the sweet liquid from her skin. He dipped a finger again and drew a line from her collarbone to her nipple. Then, starting at her shoulder, he kissed, licked and sucked all of the champagne, from her.
Nikita slipped to her knees before him as he finished his oral bathing of her body. She opened herself to the kiss as they were starting to forget that they had come to the kitchen for some substance for what they had been doing so far.
Then, both of them knew that the kiss was not enough. They both slipped to the floor, not a worry in the world that it was the kitchen. Michael’s hands began to roam more, artfully spreading Nikita’s robe out on the floor. His hands continued to caress her and his intentions were obvious.
“The bedroom - - - “, Nikita gasped as his fingers explored her lower regions more extensively and with one intent.
“No. Here.” Michael rasped his whispered response in her ear.
Nikita felt extremely naughty as she nodded her head and began to press into his hand. Michael’s fingers were slide into her and all the worries about the cold floor that they were erotically wrestling one were never thought of once. The excitement of this location was growing the tension between them and neither cared if they were not as comfortable as it could have been on a bed.
Michael moved between her legs and nibbled at her neck. The stimulation caused Nikita to squirm some more. When she felt Michael’s manhood making contact with her feminine lips, she hesitantly began to move her hand to guide him as she wanted Michael to enter her again. After all that they had done since they arrived, Nikita should have probably had maybe some slight discomfort, but that was not happening.
It simply was right.
Nikita groaned as Michael slowly sank deeper and deeper into her depths. Consciously, she spread her legs, welcoming Michael to share her body with her. Nikita didn’t know how Michael could be strong and gentle at the same time, but that was the thought she had as that silky hard length eased into her deeper and deeper. Nikita groaned with pleasure as he slid into her. She arched her back and unconsciously wrapped her legs around Michael, crossing her ankles behind him, pulling him to her. It seemed to take forever before his pelvis pressed against hers and she knew that again he fit perfectly within her.
Michael began a slow pumping which stimulated her beyond comprehension. Angela began breathing heavier as the two of them began moving faster and Michael thrust harder into her. She gasped and moaned, not caring about anything else. She felt Michael nibbling at her ear and her neck while he gasped and groaned.
Nikita threw her head back and cried out as Michael pushed her over the brink. She was soaring in orgasmic release and knew that it was only because of Michael. He even knew to continue to pound into her, to even add more strength and speed to his movements.
Until Michael roughly grabbed her hips and settled fully into her and stayed. Never have come down from that first orgasm, Michael had pushed her into a continuous one with that movement. Nikita convulsed in a wild frenzy of muscular contractions. Her sweet body rhythmically kissed him and massaged him in the throes of her orgasm.
When she was able to open her eyes and start to mutter words, she looked at Michael as he rolled his body to the side of the cool kitchen floor and watched her. He stroked her head. “I’m guessing it’s good that it wasn’t chocolate dipped.”
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