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Date Posted: Tuesday, May 08, 11:02:47pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 425+" on Wednesday, May 02, 08:12:43pm
Nikita settled on the couch in Michael’s arms and sighed. “How did you bribe everyone to get the kids out of the house?”
Michael chuckled. “I didn’t bribe anyone.”
“Reagan wanted to take them out to that First Night Celebration?” Nikita arched an eyebrow and Michael nodded his head as he leaned into Nikita’s body. “It got her out of having to have that date with Mick tonight.”
Kicking her legs up onto the couch, Nikita laughed. “They are already dating.”
“Not technically.”
Nikita shrugged her shoulders. “If they weren’t acting like a couple… I wouldn’t have trusted them to be out tonight, of all nights, with Sabina and Adam.”
“And the fact that they were meeting up with Rhoda and Nat… and Tom and Lynn,” Michael pointed out and Nikita kissed him for a moment. Michael pulled away and shook his head. “That isn’t going to change the topic.”
“I don’t know what you are trying to accuse me of,” Nikita winked as she shifted and looked up at Michael. “But now that you have mentioned Nat and Rhoda…”
“Kita…”
“No,” Nikita shook her head. “This is actually serious.”
“Meaning?” Michael groaned as he knew that this was not what he wanted to get involved with right now. Although everyone was going to Nat’s and Rhoda’s for the rest of the evening, they didn’t get much time alone like this in their own house.
“They turned in adoption paperwork,” Nikita fretted gently. “And I know that we pulled strings… about Lisa.”
“Tom did,” Michael corrected as he watched Nikita slightly frown. “They’ll go thru the proper channels this time.”
“I just don’t want there to be any questions…”
“And you’ll know about those questions well before the authorities even really know that they have questions,” Michael shook his head and then kissed Nikita’s lips. She pulled away and smirked. “I think you are trying to change the topic.”
“We have the house… to ourselves… and everyone is locked out of it,” Michael spoke as he allowed his eyes to show Nikita what he truly wanted to be spending the time right now doing. Nikita pushed away from Michael and rolled her blue eyes as she sat back. Michael arched an eyebrow and slowly started to grin as Nikita placed her hands on the hem of her shirt. “Do you think I’m doing something for you?”
Michael shook his head slightly from side to side. “I think you are doing something for yourself.”
Nikita pulled the shirt up and over her head and leaned her head back. “Just for myself?”
“Well…” Michael drawled out as he reached a hand out, happy to see Nikita without a bra. He cupped her breast and used his fingertips to rub gently against the nipple that was already responding to his touch. Michael leaned towards Nikita and placed his lips over that taunt peak.
Nikita leaned body into Michael’s touch and pushed him down onto the couch, a purr coming from her lips as she started to pull on Michael’s shirt, finding that he had too many clothes on at the moment.
Much too quickly, they were undressed and tumbling from the couch to the floor, knowing that they had the solitude of the entire house to themselves.
Nikita straddled Michael and looked at him. She used her hand to hold onto his long erection. Although she longed to plunge herself overtop of his length right away, Nikita paused right there, licking her lips as Michael to continued to massage her breasts with his hands. “Kita…”
“We should take it slow… we have all night…” Nikita spoke even as she rubbed the throbbing hardness against her wet folds, almost giving in and sliding him within her.
“Kita…” Michael warned as he moved his head from side to side. “I can’t wait.”
“Yes you can…”
Michael turned and soon had Nikita pinned to the floor with his body over top of hers. He gently nibbled at her breasts and then claimed her mouth as he nudged himself against Nikita’s wetness, but he held back. Michael pulled his mouth away and listened to Nikita panting.
Nikita tried to use her hands to guide Michael and he grasped them, placing them up and over Nikita’s head. “We can’t wait… and we have plenty of time to do this over and over again, Kita…”
Before Nikita could speak, Michael captured her mouth while sliding his hot erection within her moist folds. Nikita’s back arched up towards Michael, welcoming him in and holding onto him to say that she didn’t want to let go. And before Nikita’s voice could protest his retreat, Michael plunged just as forcefully within her again.
Now that they had joined, they were not going to stay in that one way long. In fact, to protest Michael’s way of taking her, Nikita leveraged her body and soon at Michael pinned down. But the struggled continued as they thrusted together while wrestling for the power over each other, both enjoying and feeling perfect while they moved. Michael picked Nikita up off of the floor and perched her on the coffee table, hurdling his hips quickly into her core.
Nikita arched back and allowed Michael to believe that he was in control to only shift and have Michael’s behind on the coffee table as she controlled the tempo above.
Again using his powerful legs, Michael stood and allowed Nikita to wrap her long legs around his legs as he held her in the air for several minutes before he took her back to the couch, his legs threatening to give out with the way that she was kissing him from within her body.
Sweat was coating their naked bodies as they continued the struggle for control, both perfect for each other. Nikita soon had them back on the floor to only have Michael roll and enter her from behind, trying to pin her down with her stomach to the ground. Nikita leaned back and kissed his lips, somehow getting Michael to lay back down to the ground as she took control from above.
The erotic struggle continued as they continued to push each other to different areas and positions in the room, their bodies tightening with the need for a stronger and longer release the longer that they continued to challenge one another.
They both climaxed while they each thought that they were in control, sitting in front of the fireplace, evenly taunting the other to go harder and stronger. They both were lost in that bliss and panted so heavily as their bodies took a long time to come down from the crushing release.
It was a sound that made Nikita open her eyes and then she heard it again.
Ring-ring….. Ring…. Ring-ring….
Nikita untangled her legs from Michael’s as she rubbed her hair back, shaking her head, hoping that she was imaging what she was hearing.
Ring-ring….. Ring…. Ring-ring….
“Kita?” Michael asked as he heard it this time. “What is it?”
“Trouble,” Nikita groaned as she rubbed her face and found that she wasn’t ready to stand up.
“Family and kid trouble?”
“No,” Nikita shook her head and Michael turned and leaned against the couch as he provided Nikita an arm to steady herself on as she stood up this time successfully. “Angel trouble?”
Nikita looked down at Michael, tears in her eyes. “Section trouble.”
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