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Date Posted: Saturday, April 14, 12:01:56am
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 411+" on Saturday, March 31, 07:17:48pm
Nikita slowly opened her eyes to gaze up at the ceiling as she knew that she was in bed. She was thankful for that right now because her body was deliciously sore. Michael had pushed both of their bodies to the limit and Nikita wondered how she was going to recover to go back home in just a few hours.
And if Michael was going to let her stop and recover.
There had been so much since Michael dipped her body in honey and then asked her to ride him. Her mind quivered with the thoughts of the coffee table and then again in the bathroom.
Then Nikita realized the other sensation that she had and it was one that she rarely had. It was the feeling of Michael’s essence in her. She swallowed even though she knew that it was a good time of month. She would be starting her menstrual period within the next twenty-four hours so this was a safe time, but they had a lot of sex without protection.
That couldn’t become a habit.
Nikita stared at the ceiling as her mind started to think about what could happen if this was going to become a habit and what she would feel like if she became pregnant. It almost threatened to take her breath away as she thought about it.
“I can hear you thinking,” Michael commented from beside Nikita. He turned slowly as Nikita turned to look at his face. He stroked her hair off of her cheek. “Now I see you thinking… serious thoughts.”
Nikita blinked her eyes and shook her head slightly. “It’s nothing.”
“Kita,” Michael whispered as he shook his head from side to side slightly. “The truth, please?”
Nikita shifted in bed as she took Michael’s hand away from her face. She didn’t want to drag down all that they had been able to enjoy, but she knew that Michael was determined now. To try to not talk about this would be worse. “We forgot to use protection… a lot.”
Michael didn’t even hesitate. “It’s a very safe time of month.”
“I know,” Nikita rasped as she looked down to Michael’s hand. “But this can’t become normal for us… because there are times in the month that this would have been bad…”
“Kita,” Michael whispered as he moved closer and placed his hand on her hip. He slipped his hand down and touched the slightly damp blonde curls. “It felt good, right?”
Nikita brushed Michael’s hand away as her body started to react. “That isn’t the issue.”
Nikita crossed her legs and leaned her pelvis back away from Michael’s touch. “We said we wouldn’t really try for a baby until after we are married… and if this was the wrong time… which could happen if we get used to this.”
“Then we move up the wedding,” Michael quipped as he smiled while taking his hand to Nikita’s shoulder. “I’m joking.”
“I know,” Nikita exhaled as she tried to relax. “But I need the time, Michael… and I… I wouldn’t hate that child… if it happened before… but I need the time… I just know that I need the time before we go that step…”
“Because you are still really undecided if you want this,” Michael whispered as he pulled his hand back. Nikita blinked. She didn’t think Michael wanted to admit that. She hated that he said it too. It was the tone.
It hurt him.
“Michael… that’s not…”
Michael placed his hand to her face and stopped the faint shaking from side to side and saw the glistening of tears in her eyes. “I know that it’s hard for you think about, Kita… I don’t expect you to be fully comfortable with this… but these few days weren’t me trying to make you pregnant… You do know that, right?”
“Yes,” Nikita replied back as she placed her hand up to Michael’s and exhaled. “But practice makes perfect… we have to use the protection, Michael. I don’t want to be pregnant bride.”
Michael nodded his head. “I understand, Kita…”
Nikita exhaled and there was relief on her face. Michael moved closer to Nikita and he saw her wince. “Sore?”
Nikita shrugged her shoulders as she wasn’t sure that sore was the best word, but she didn’t know what else could describe it. “Michael… I’ve loved every moment… we’ve had…”
“Stop,” Michael whispered as he leaned forward and kissed Nikita’s lips. “I just want to hold you… and cuddle with you now… just you and me.”
Nikita sighed in content as her mind started to let go of thoughts. She just felt Michael holding her and she was relieved.
Everything was fine.
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