| Subject: Priority Mail 461 - NC-17 Warning |
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Date Posted: Saturday, July 14, 11:35:07pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 453+" on Wednesday, July 04, 08:49:28pm
Nikita slowly savored the very last spoonful of her Banana Fosters ice cream and allowed the tiny spoon to slip from her hand to clink against the glass ice cream dish on the tiny café table that they had selected to sit at in the galley. Michael had finished his ice cream a long time ago, filling up the time watching Nikita enjoy every single bite. Michael leaned forward and Nikita shook her head as she then licked her lips. “I love watching you eat ice cream.”
Nikita smiled at her husband and licked her lips again. “That was… perfect.”
“You are only supposed to say that and look like that when you are talking about me,” Michael joked with a nudge of his hand against her face. Nikita kissed him and leaned back. “You are just going to have to learn to know that sometimes ice cream is just that good.”
Michael stood up as he shook his head and wrapped his arms around Nikita. She squirmed and turned to look at Michael. “Seriously, Michael… we might have to go find the gym on this floating hotel…. I had so much ice cream and it was so good.”
Michael leaned his lips against her ear. “I think we burned enough off before we came up here, Kita.”
“And you have plans for later?” Nikita inquired as she turned to look at him with bright blue eyes.
“I thought we said that we were going to have dessert and then go to bed,” Michael spoke as he took the dish away from the table and started to walk over to the sink. Nikita rolled her eyes to look at Michael. “I thought that was code… kind of like… we need to relax.”
Michael laughed as he nodded his head. “That was a good code.”
Nikita knew that Michael was up to something. He was watching her as he rinsed the dish out and tilted his head to the side. “What are you thinking, Kita?”
“You are up to something. I know that my husband has something planned.”
“You can’t know me that well. We haven’t been married for that long,” Michael shrugged his shoulders slightly as he turned away from Nikita and headed towards the refrigerator. “And I can’t help it that I got hungry again while you took forever to eat your ice cream… I mean… it was so slow…”
Nikita saw that Michael was doing something and then he turned with the can in his hand as the door closed behind him. “See… I might just need to have some whipped cream.”
Nikita chewed on her bottom lip for a moment as Michael walked over towards her. “I think I should taste test it… you can’t eat anything that isn’t sweet.”
“Don’t I know it,” Michael winked as he looked down to Nikita’s lap and then back up to her lips. Michael used his thumb to flick the cap off of the can. He pressed down to get just a little bit on his finger and started to lift it to his mouth.
Nikita’s reflexes were fast and her hand wrapped around Michael’s hand, turning it to her. She licked her lips and flicked her eyes to look directly at Michael as she slowly wrapped her mouth around the whole length of his finger and tightly wrapped those lips around his finger while pulling it out.
Michael felt his pajama pants become tight as Nikita’s tongue, showing some of the whipped cream still on it, licked around her lips. She then tilted her head to the side and moaned with her eyes closed. She then opened those blue eyes while she wiggled her chest slightly. “I don’t think I had enough to tell you what I think.”
“Is that so?”Michael inquired and Nikita nodded her head up and down. Michael quickly covered his middle finger with whipped cream and this time offered it to Nikita. He swallowed while watching Nikita and then proceeded to continue on until she had bathed four fingers. Michael then covered his thumb and this time, Nikita didn’t just take the whipped cream off of his thumb, she swirled her tongue around his thumb while she reached her bare foot out and into his straining erection. “Yummy.”
Michael almost took Nikita off of the chair and right to the floor right there. But he swallowed and shook the can slightly. “I think I like this idea… using your body as utensils… It’s my turn to taste.”
Michael quickly put some on Nikita’s lips, but that was too easy and he escaped from her lips before she could latch into his mouth. He slipped the strap off of Nikita’s shoulder and ran a line of whipped cream along her collarbone. He slowly used long broad strokes of his tongue to lap the whipped cream off of her collarbone.
“Are you going to neglect the other side?” Nikita rasped as she chewed on her lip slightly and her body rocked towards Michael. He eased the other strap down, pleased that the thin nightshirt had stopped from falling off of her body completely by becoming hung up on her breasts. Michael proceeded to do the treatment again on the other side. This time, the can sputtered as he finished the line. Michael placed the can on the table and stepped back. “I should go see if there was more.”
“There better be,” Nikita warned as she looked at Michael like she meant it.
Michael strode to the refrigerator and threw the door open along with the freezer door. He started to move around and soon slammed the doors shut. He had his arms full of multiple cans and even a couple tubs of frozen whipped cream. He placed the tubs down and looked at Nikita. “We’ll have to taste test them after they warm up slightly… and I wasn’t done with testing…”
Nikita looked at her bare shoulders and then at Michael. “Where are you going to test next?”
Michael used one finger to pull the material away from her breasts which then allowed the shirt to fall around her waist. Nikita shifted slightly on the stool as she arched back. “My husband… I think you plan on testing my chest.”
“Your nipples,” Michael announced as he began to dispense the whipped cream onto her breasts, around the nipples that had already become taunt with his previous tasting. Michael allowed his own tongue to wet his lips as he knew that Nikita was watching him. He paused after surrounding the first one and then went to work on the other. “They have to match, Kita.”
“Mi-ch-ael…” Nikita rasped as her body quivered with anticipation. Michael then swatted each taunt peak with his tongue, somehow not disturbing the whipped cream. Then he started on the edges of the whipped cream and moved his way in.
As Michael suckled on the second nipple, Nikita arched her back and almost fell off of the stool. Michael took her body up in his arms and took her down to the floor, knowing that it was much safer there.
Michael reached a hand up and grabbed a can, which Nikita promptly took out of his hands, soon whipped cream being sprayed around while the night clothing came off quickly and without much care to the world.
It was all through their hair as their bodies soon met together. Laughter mixed with groans of pleasure and then with distinct moans of release while they rolled around on the floor.
Michael found a sheet and picked Nikita up in his arms while Nikita grabbed the frozen whipped cream which had softened significantly. He flicked the lights off and carried Nikita downstairs to their suite, knowing that Nikita was not done as she opened the lid to the whipped cream and dripped her finger into it and slowly licked it off. “Mmm… I might have to taste test this against something else…”
“You are so bad,” Michael whispered as he opened their door and walked directly to the bedroom.
To find additional cans chilling in an ice bath.
Michael eased Nikita to the bed as she glazed at him. “You carried me down here naked.”
“I have whipped cream on me,” Michael deadpanned as he couldn’t believe that the Captain had got more whipped cream into here.
Nikita reached for him with her hand full of whipped cream. “I think you need a little bit more covered up…”
Michael allowed Nikita to wrap her hand around him. No matter the fact that they had been going practically none stop, his body reacted to Nikita immediately and he smiled. “You are naughty, Kita…”
“So are you,” Nikita whispered before dropping her head to start removing the whipped cream. Again.
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