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Date Posted: Saturday, July 07, 08:06:39pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 453+" on Wednesday, July 04, 08:49:28pm
Michael had allowed Nikita space when they arrived at the cabin, although he did not want to let go of her. Yet, he knew that she had plans. He pulled off the tie and the jacket, unbuttoned a couple buttons and slipped off his shoes before sitting down on the elaborately dressed bed.
At least one of their friends had been in the cabin. They didn’t trust Michael and Nikita with true lit candles on this evening, instead using the battery operated LED candles that were fashionably covered with fire-proof material that allowed colors flicker all around the room. Not just one color – many colors.
Some may have thought it would have been almost too childish, but it was perfect for them.
Nikita opened the bathroom door with a long silky nightgown over her body. Michael licked his lips as he pushed his hands up off of the bed to sit up straight. Nikita turned to the side to allow Michael to see that the entire back was open, even allowing a hint of her butt at the bottom. Michael’s mouth went dry with desire.
With a shy glance, Nikita approached Michael on the bed. She was moving slowly and Michael wanted to tell her to hurry up, despite the fact that he didn’t want to rush thru their first time as man and wife. Soon enough, Nikita was bending down to him. She wrapped her long arms around Michael’s neck gently, not kissing him, but rubbing her cheek against his. “Mrs. Samuelle…”
Nikita sighed happily with that sound. Here, when they were together, there was no reason to hide who she felt she was in her heart. Michael looked up at Nikita and took the opportunity to kiss her lips before standing up. He took his firm hands around Nikita’s waist and hugged her for a moment, which allowed him to graze his hands down her bare back and down into the silk to find that she wore nothing underneath. “Kita…”
“Commando,” Nikita whispered as she smiled back at him. “I learned it from someone.”
Michael chuckled as he moved his head to place feather-light kisses upon Nikita’s smooth neck. He moved slowly while the rest of his body screamed for the pace to increase. He was almost sure that Nikita was in the same battle. He found the kisses becoming licks as he bathed Nikita’s neck and then strayed down to the scoop of the gown to where just a gentle natural curve of Nikita’s unfettered breasts were covered by material.
“Michael…” Nikita whispered as she leaned her head back, indicating that she liked how he was diving into the gown that she wore.
Michael wrapped her up more tightly as he brought his tongue back into his mouth, but only to then insert it into Nikita’s mouth with an assertive kiss that was more like the speed his biological needs were trying to tell him to follow. Michael felt Nikita tense with the kiss and even though it had seemed as if she wanted to lead things, Michael took control. He picked her up in his arms to turn them around so he could place her on the bed.
He had positioned Nikita that she was in a half sitting position on the bed. Looking directly at Nikita, Michael slowly took off his shirt, tossing it away, before sitting down in front of her. He leaned forward and placed a kiss, almost teasingly, on her lips. But Michael went back to licking her neck, dragging his tongue down to her chest until he met the gown. But Michael was not going to stop. He began to kiss through the gown, the hot humid air from his kisses make Nikita moan with desire to have the gown off of her body.
Pausing, Michael found that his mouth had plenty of moisture now and he found the taunt peaks of her breasts. Michael allowed the wetness to soak into the silk so that it got to Nikita’s burning skin. “Michael… get it off…”
“No,” Michael murmured as he moved his head towards the other breast. He couldn’t leave it unattended. He used his hands against Nikita’s side as she squirmed and tried to start taking the gown off herself.
Soon, Michael knew that he had to continue on. He left her breasts and soon was above her clothed bellybutton. He paused as he heard Nikita gasp. He wanted to taunt her some more but he also needed to continue on. Thinking it was the right thing to do, Michael moved his head so that he skipped her hips and soon was by her thighs until he could lean away slightly.
It was enough of a change that Michael was able to slip his hands between her thighs as Nikita parted them, trying to expose herself, even with the long gown. His hands had driven the material up her thighs so Michael took a moment to kiss that bare exposed skin on each of her thighs. His hand bypassed the surging heat from her entrance and went to her bellybutton, gently allowing his index finger outline it as Nikita’s breathing hitched and then she groaned.
“Michael… please…” Nikita whimpered and Michael moved his hand away so that he was back to looking directly into her eyes. She lifted her arms to indicate that she wanted him to slip the gown up and over her head. Michael shook his head and slipped the micro-thin straps from her shoulders and the gown dropped from her shoulders, catching on the curve of her heaving breasts. Nikita tried to wiggle to drop the material more to reveal her breasts, but Michael stopped her. He then started to kiss the skin until he caused the gown to drop over her breasts by pushing it down with his chin.
“Ah… mmm… God… Michael…” Nikita’s moans began to get loader. Michael couldn’t wait. He moved his lips to suckle in one of her erect nipples, not even licking around it before attaching to it. His other hand started to twist and twirl around the other nipple as Nikita’s body thrust forward against him, telling him to continue on and to hurry.
Michael paused only long enough to do what was needed, to take the dress completely off of Nikita’s body. He thought for a moment of something more, but then knew that it was not right for this evening. He dropped the silk to the floor and went back to the spot between Nikita’s breasts. He felt Nikita’s fingers in his hair and he chuckled against her body. “You really want this…”
“Stop teasing…”
“You started,” Michael shook his head slightly, not knowing how erotic it felt for Nikita to feel his copper-brown hair swatting at her hard nipples.
“How?” Nikita questioned with a half pant. Michael licked up to her chin so he could look into her eyes. “Commando.”
Now, Michael was down with the taunting of her breasts with his mouth. He wanted in some ways to spend more time, but both of them needed much more.
“I’d tease… you again… if you….” Nikita spoke and Michael lifted his head and became very still. “Kita?”
“Touch me…” Nikita’s blue eyes were fiery as she looked directly at him. He smiled as he wiggled his fingers against her hips. “I am…”
“You know what I mean, Michael,” Nikita declared as he smiled brightly.
Her fingers were in his hair as Michael slithered down to press his lips against her belly button. He laved it with attention and he rode his head up and down as her hips flexed forward and backward, expressing very physically what she desired.
His rational mind told him to start at her knees and to move into her, but the heat and scent called to Michael. He used his hands on her hips and thighs to spread Nikita open, his head dropping between. “Mi..Mi..” Nikita started to moan with just the sensation of his hot breath against her tender opening.
Not taking it slow, Michael firmly pressed into her opening, parting those folds with his fingers gingerly so his tongue could dart into the wetness and start lapping it up.
“Mi.. Mich.. ael…” Nikita panted as her hips now tried to push down against his head.
She was pretty vocal now.
Michael had taken a lot of time here before. Nikita could handle being teased.
But not on their wedding night.
Michael drove his tongue straight into her and then moved it out again. He lapped at her wetness as he nestled in before driving that tongue back within the quivering mass of her opening. Michael then used his hands to hold onto her firmly from behind, gently massaging as he continued to lap at her sweet wetness.
“Mi-… ah... Mich-ael…” Nikita exhaled noisily as her body tensed and rolled with him. “Please…”
Smiling against her skin, Michael moved his hands to then play with her heaving breasts. He felt her hands pulling his head tighter against her, her actions telling him what she couldn’t say as Nikita continued to pant in sweet agony.
She was twisting as Michael doubled his speed and then slowed down, finally lapping the broad length of his scolding hot tongue against her nub of her entrance. Her hips shot up and down as her muscles began to contract against his mouth. Michael looked up slightly with his eyes to see her body rolling like surging waves while the wetness increased. The bliss was about to crash over Nikita and Michael kept his eyes looking upward as her eyes were closed as her head was flung backwards.
The moment of relief wasn’t just a moment. Michael’s attention kept it going until he eased his tongue away and then finally settled his head down against her thigh while removing his hands from her breasts. He was moving up and down as Nikita gasped for air.
“Was that good, Mrs. Samuelle?” Michael looked at her as Nikita barely opened her eyes down at him. She nodded her head as she licked her lips. “Mr… Samuel-le… any-time…”
“Is that a promise?” Michael inquired and Nikita smiled as she closed her eyes while continue to catch her breath. “You?”
“Mmm…” Michael pulled his head off of her hot body and sat now on the bed. He reached his hands out for Nikita while he was between her long legs. He gazed from her face to her core, then back to her face. Nikita knew what he looked at and licked her lips with how hot it made her even given her recent climax.
She found the strength in that new desire to sit up to side on Michael’s lap for just a moment before she guided her wetness along his long hard erection. She stopped as the tip nudged against her folds. Her entire body was vibrating with the desire to ease around him while she kept herself from doing just that. Michael stroked her breasts and rolled his hips to make it clear that he wanted her to give up the fight. “Kita…”
Nikita’s arms started to release her body, allowing the humid wet entrance into her ease around Michael’s hardness. Michael kissed along her neck as she moved almost painfully slowly down the long length of him. He loved the feeling of her muscles rippling along him, sheathing him with her.
Moving up, Nikita caught Michael’s lips and kissed him, finding more strength in her body now that it was lit anew with the fire of desire for a complete release with this man. She passionately darted her tongue into Michael’s knowing that she tasted herself in his mouth.
Michael’s hands eased along her hips, easing her back down, indicating that it was time, just the second trip down, to speed up the proceedings. He thrust his hips upward to help Nikita engulf him once more.
“Mi…” Nikita groaned as she tossed her head around, her blonde hair gone wild behind her shoulders.
Finding the need to go faster too, soon Nikita was not even getting all the way up to the top of Michael’s erection before going back down. She bent back slightly and moaned his name once more, “Michael…”
“Kita…” Michael rasped as he started to take on Nikita’s breathing pattern, wishing that his body would hold out longer as he didn’t want this moment to be fast. His hands guided her and he groaned as she rolled her hips slightly clockwise while around him. “Kita…”
“Ah… husband…” Nikita lifted her head to look right at him, her blue eyes crystal clear. “Harder.”
Michael felt like he could have burst in release with just that one word. He started to move up against her, but he knew that it wasn’t what she wanted. He pushed her backwards, her ankles now coming up onto his shoulders as he pinned her down on the bed, but lifting her hips up off of the bed so he could push into her core harder and deeper.
“I love you,” Michael rasped as he bowed his head and somehow captured her lips into a kiss while they both found it difficult to breathe with the pace of their thrusting bodies. Nikita tensed her legs, pushing tightly around Michael’s head as she looked up him. “Me…”
She was trying to tell him that she loved him too, but she careened in a spiral so quickly to her release that she couldn’t speak. Her rippling muscles stopped Michael from any attempts of slowing down his first release into his wife.
As perfect as it could be, they both caused the other to release that tension as they reached that blissful point together, their bodies connected together.
Nikita’s legs slipped from Michael’s shoulders and Michael eased to the side while staying within her. He cupped her face and kissed her lips. “Wife.”
Nikita looked at him and finally found the ability to speak. “My husband.”
“Forever,” Michael whispered as he placed his hands around her waist, holding her against him, both of their eyes closing.
For the moment.
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