| Subject: Priority Mail 457 - NC-17 Warning |
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Date Posted: Sunday, July 08, 01:16:02am
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 453+" on Wednesday, July 04, 08:49:28pm
Nikita had to do something. The plane was so cold and it was turning her mood sour. She wanted to enjoy the flight in first class with her husband, but she was just so damn cold. “We… barely made the flight.”
“I told you we would make it… or we would have gotten Tom to somehow hold it for us,” Michael replied back as he had his head back against his chair, his eyes slightly closed. They hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, only an hour here and there. It was probably ill planning on their part to have such an early flight, but probably any flight the day after their wedding would have been a struggle for them.
Nikita looked over at Michael and then looked out the window. She couldn’t believe that he was able to close his eyes. He always was a better person on a flight and she was always the nervous one – no matter how many flights she took.
Now feeling the full extent of how cold she was, Nikita rubbed her hands up and down her arms as she couldn’t stop shivering. She felt some heat and saw that Michael had adjusted his body and leaned towards her. “Are you cold?”
“Yes,” Nikita nodded up and down as she looked at Michael and swallowed. “I should have worn long sleeves… I know that we are going somewhere warm and I forgot how cold they can keep planes.”
Michael turned his head with his hand in the air immediately to gain the attention of the flight attendant. He smiled gently as the woman with red hair approached. “My wife is cold. Could we get a blanket?”
The woman looked at Nikita and then gazed at Michael as she nodded her head up and down. “Of course, sir,” the flight attendant replied with a shy smile on her face. She returned quickly and handed the blanket to Michael and not Nikita. “Is that all that you need, Sir? My name is Betty and I’m here to help all of our first class passengers.”
“That’s all that my husband needs,” Nikita spoke up as she forced a smile at Betty. “Thank you.”
Nikita watched as the woman walked away and Michael shook his head. “Nothing to be jealous of, Kita…”
“I don’t like it when women flirt with you… especially when you made it clear that I was your wife,” Nikita bluntly spoke as she swung her head from side to side. She grew more upset when Michael chuckled. “Oh, you may have to get used to that… we aren’t even married a day yet.”
“Michael,” Nikita snapped and shook her head from side to side while she reached for the blanket, but Michael wouldn’t release it. “What are you doing?”
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Michael teased. “The magic word?”
Nikita released her hands and leaned back in her chair. “I don’t want it.”
“Come on, Kita… I was only teasing,” Michael implored her as he extended the blanket towards her, realizing that he probably had taken the wrong approach in teasing her right now. They both were a bit sleep deprived.
Nikita turned her head away, but couldn’t stop her body from continuing to shiver. Michael shifted closer to her and then she felt his arm firm hands on her shoulders, easing her forward. “Here… this should warm you up.”
The blanket was then across her lap, Michael making sure to tuck it in. Nikita waited and then shoved her arms underneath it, warming instantly. She felt Michael’s hands still on her, but she didn’t care. “Thank you.”
“Anything for my wife,” Michael answered with his green eyes growing darker and more mischievous. “I’m going to nap, Michael.”
“Ok,” Michael watched as Nikita reclined her leather chair and then he followed her lead and he removed to the armrest between them. Nikita turned her head and looked at Michael. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to help warm you up,” Michael replied as he eased closer and into the comfort of the blanket, the heat instantly hitting Nikita. “Just close your eyes, Kita… I’ll keep you warm.”
Nikita lightened her face and grinned. She liked Michael keeping her warm. She felt safe and slowly started to descend into a sleep when she felt him. His hands were underneath the blanket and now under her shirt. They were brushing against her ribs and then his thumb raked across her nipple, causing her to instantly harden in response. Instead of stopping, Michael pinched and teased as she felt her entire body boiling in desire now.
Nikita opened her eyes and saw the concentration on Michael’s face as he allowed his hand to creep to her upper leg and then to her waist. No one could tell what was happening underneath the blanket that they shared.
“Michael…” Nikita whispered and Michael stared straight into her eyes as his fingers unbuttoned her loose khaki skirt and eased into her panties that he had personally placed on her while they were dressing. He couldn’t think of Nikita going commando while going thru airport security, although it would make this easier.
This wasn’t a good thing and Nikita nervously tried to stop his hand with hers to only find his other hand stopping her. “Michael… we can’t…”
“We have enough time… just be quiet…” Michael whispered into her ear as he then lapped his tongue into the folds of her ear. He grinned and whispered more, “I know that it is hard for you to be quiet… but you don’t want others to know… because I’m not stopping…”
That was when his fingers reached their destination. Nikita swallowed the moan as she was stunned with Michael’s boldness on the plane.
Gage took a fleeting glimpse around before it landed on her. His eyes were focused, but she could tell that his sanity was out to lunch for the moment. His reaction was enough. He wasn't going to stop. He smiled and kissed Nikita’s cheek. “I like pleasing my wife.”
Michael glanced around and then sunk his fingers deep into her damp passage, his firm thumb toying the love button that made Nikita’s legs quiver with each up and down stroke. Michael could only watch because anything more would give away what he was doing.
But Nikita was struggling with keeping the moans down. She bit down on her lip but they were starting to escape. Needing to control it, Michael clamped his mouth over hers. That caused Nikita’s body to convulse, her release coating Michael’s fingers. He watched as Nikita’s face flushed and she slowly came back down.
He used the hand that he hadn’t used to touch her to brush the hair out of her face. He then pulled his other hand out and slowly licked the fingers, clearly tasting her as he cleaned. Nikita felt the desire burning again and Michael shook his head. “You are delicious… and we won’t find the release that we need in the bathroom…”
Nikita suddenly was hyper aware of the others on the plane as she hugged the blanket closer to her. Michael went into his bag and pulled out a small plastic bag. “You should be able to change into these while you are under the blanket.”
It was another skirt and panties.
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