| Subject: Priority Mail 416 (NC-17, again) |
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Date Posted: Wednesday, April 11, 11:02:24pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 411+" on Saturday, March 31, 07:17:48pm
“How did that shirt get back on?” Michael asked as he caught Nikita about to walk out of the living room. He stood up and Nikita chuckled. “I got chilly.”
“I’ll take care of that,” Michael declared as he took long strides, naked head to toe, to grab Nikita up in his arms. Nikita thought he was heading right to the bedroom but he moved to the kitchen and placed her on the countertop above the dishwasher. Nikita arched an eyebrow. “Is the dishwasher supposed to be producing heat?”
Nikita started to laugh but soon Michael’s mouth was tight over hers and she wasn’t going to protest. She could feel the pleasure wash over her, almost threatening to melt her completely right there. Michael then hooked Nikita’s long legs and paused for a second. His green eyes were so vividly green that Nikita was almost sure that they were glowing. Then Nikita saw that little turn in the corners of Michael’s smile and swallowed hard while Michael yanked the offending top off of her body.
He was having a very, very naughty thought.
“What are you doing Michael?” Nikita inquired and Michael’s smile didn’t appear to change much but Nikita saw it in his eyes.
That thought got downright sexy wicked.
“Glad that I had honey bought here,” Michael spoke as he shifted. He was leaning up and over her body into the cabinet that Nikita hadn’t really noticed. Michael ceremoniously produced the jar of organic honey.
“Honey?” Nikita inquired as her body quivered with anticipation because there was no doubt where that honey was going. Michael nodded his head as he looked around and grabbed a small wire whisk that fit perfectly into the jar of honey after he had opened the lid. “This is going to be the best honey ever.”
“And how is this keeping me from being chilly?” Nikita quipped and Michael smiled but didn’t reply. He just started to move the whisk towards Nikita’s mouth, making it Nikita’s decision if she would open her mouth or not. Knowing that Michael had the power right now, Nikita stuck out her tongue and tried to play it off as if she was trying to be funny, but she stopped that as the honey was cool yet warm on her tongue. Michael had done something with the jar because then he was trying to take the honey back out of Nikita’s mouth.
It was a long kiss that was best defined as being sticky. Both had shared that honey and it had stretched out their kiss a good long time. Michael was then shifting as he licked his lips. “Yummy.”
“Is that all that is yummy?” Nikita asked as she wanted Michael to stay right here with her. She leaned back and made sure that her legs had a firm grip on his hard body. She didn’t know how they were both still at it right now, but their bodies just needed each other.
“I know plenty of yummy things.”
“They say that sex and candy go together…”
“Oh… honey is so much better,” Michael spoke as he picked up the jar and arched an eyebrow at Nikita. He picked up that whisk and leaned it over towards Nikita’s mouth but then stopped. He moved it so that it drizzled strings of honey across her rose color nipples. “God, Kita… you make me… you make me forget the bad parts of my life when I’m with you…”
Nikita was touched by the statement but was swooped into the lust as he brought his lips to her very sticky flesh and very taunt flesh. She watched as Michael’s mouth went onto her skin, sliding his honey covered tongue down to lap at her erect nipple. She moaned as Michael pulled one nipple into his mouth and bit her ever so gently.
Michael then copied the behavior to the other nipple. He then started to draw wide circles with his broad tongue around Nikita’s perfect breasts. He stopped twice more to pay attention to her tingling nipples before bring his hot and sweet mouth back to her mouth.
With rapid movements, Michael moved his hands to pull Nikita’s hips to the very edge of the counter while the honey was brought to her skin again, this time covering her stomach and below. Nikita couldn’t stop the quiver that the cool honey caused as it started to slip against her wet skin of her entrance.
Then Michael started to clean her.
Michael could feel the moans coming from Nikita as he lowered his mouth quickly to that core, bypassing her stomach for later. He lapped his tongue against her searing hot entrance and pressed at that gateway. He felt Nikita’s hips press up and towards his mouth.
Adjusting again, Michael pulled Nikita higher up and angled her to make it easier to touch and lap at her folds. She was so sweet and Michael knew that he didn’t need the honey to feel that way. He used his fingers carefully to unfurl the folds of her tender wet skin before slipping one finger into her. As Michael felt out swollen and slick Nikita was for him, she tossed her head back, slightly hitting her head against the wall, but groaned out in deep pleasure. That was when Michael quickly slipped in the second finger, knowing that he just wanted to give Nikita this kind of pleasure all of the time.
“Mi… Mic… Oh god…” Nikita panted as her body tried to keep his fingers within her as Michael lapped at that nub that was throbbing for more attention. She felt her legs tighten around Michael and she tossed her arms out as there was nothing for her to hold on, causing silverware to go flying to the floor and causing the honey jar to be knocked over.
Michael felt Nikita crest that peak of orgasm as the honey jar broke on the floor beside him. He felt Nikita try to sit up, but her body was lost in the slackness that the pleasure took her too. Nikita panted with some worry. “Michael…”
“Shh… it’s just a jar… it didn’t shatter too badly…” Michael spoke as he picked Nikita up in his naked arms and stepped to the opposite side, stepping on a spoon, but moving towards the table. He settled Nikita down on the top of the table and stood there, Nikita’s eyes falling to the erection between Michael’s legs. Her mind started to clear as she licked her lips.
Now Nikita had the smile that indicated wicked thoughts.
“I can see why you shouldn’t wear pants,” Nikita chewed her lip as she looked at Michael and saw his eyes flare with happiness of her statement. “I want to ride you, Michael.”
Michael had been about to press her down against the table, but Nikita’s statement stopped him as he reached out for the kitchen chair and pulled it away. They would need space for Nikita to do this as she stated she wanted to do. With great ease, Michael sat down, his blatant arousal on display for Nikita as she slipped off of the table. “What should I say, Michael?”
“Ride 'em, Cowgirl?” Michael quipped as Nikita touched his knee before swinging her leg up and over his lap, straddling his thighs with legs that earlier wouldn’t have supported her. She positioned herself in a teasing manner right above him and stopped. Nikita allowed her hair to drop forward as she leaned to Michael’s mouth to kiss him and then nibble along his jaw line.
“Stop messing around, Kita,” Michael growled deep in his throat, his hips thrusting upwards to graze his erection against Nikita’s opening.
Nikita paused and tossed her hair back with a laugh. “Make me.”
Michael took his hands and placed them firmly on Nikita’s hips. Nikita took the opportunity to wrap her hand around Michael and guide him to her, sliding down onto him with ease as she helped him pull her body down around him. She felt the way Michael simply throbbed inside of her, knowing that her body wanted to kiss his erection like this forever.
Nikita started to roll her hips forward and then slowly up and off of the length. Somehow it felt that Michael was getting deeper into her with each trip down the long hard length. Nikita caught Michael with her lips against his as he tightened his grasp on Nikita’s hips to keep her from going too far up. He was stabbing into her with urgency that caused both of their bodies to vibrate.
There was a moment where they both threatened to go over the brink of bliss and somehow they both knew to back off slightly enough to bringing them a longer time joined together.
But as Nikita’s hair started to show the dampness and Michael’s curled from the heat that they were creating with their movements, they increased the tempo and power of each stroke. Both were groaning parts of each other’s names until both held onto the other with the fear that the other would fall from release that their bodies shared.
Somehow they stayed on that chair.
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