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Date Posted: Sunday, November 25, 10:19:51pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 499+" on Sunday, November 18, 03:12:32pm
Michael pushed the damp bangs out of Nikita’s eyes and kissed her nose and then her lips. He snuggled his warm body up against hers, loving the feel of her skin against his, as his hand drifted to the small baby bump.
Nikita sighed as she leaned her head back and placed her hand over Michael’s. She loved how her body felt right now. Michael had made her feel perfect.
“Tired?” Michael questioned when he glanced and saw Nikita’s eyes closed.
“Resting my eyes, Michael… they’ve been over stimulated… and I’m not tired…” Nikita opened her vivid blue eyes as they twinkled. “I’ll be ready for round two soon.”
“I think it would be more like round five or six,” Michael quipped as he tilted his head. “I may have lost count.”
“Round two for this bed,” Nikita smiled as she rolled slightly, pushing Michael onto his back. She could feel their baby between them as she straddled Michael and giggled slightly. “I like this.”
“Mmm…” Michael licked his lips as he lifted his fingers up to her breasts. “Yeah… I do to…”
Nikita closed her eyes and allowed the touch of Michael’s fingers against her taunt peaks move her hips against him. She stopped and looked at Michael. “But…. Although I’m hungry for you…”
“I was wondering when you were going to admit to that hunger monster that has been growling,” Michael chuckled as he eased Nikita up off of his body and sat up to look at her. “You should be hungry.”
“I wish we had room service,” Nikita tilted her head as she stroked Michael’s bare chest. “Because I just want to play…”
“I suggested that we stay at a hotel… you wanted to the cabin... So I have to make us something,” Michael quipped as he took Nikita’s hand off of his chest and kissed it. “But you like to watch me cook.”
Nikita nodded her head and frowned slightly. “Just no French toast.”
Michael shook his head. “That’s killing you, isn’t it?”
“I want it… the baby doesn’t,” Nikita sighed. “You know, after I have this baby… I’m going to want French toast for weeks.”
“No doubt,” Michael reached over his boxers and stood up. “Wait here…”
Nikita pulled a sheet over her body as she was now cold without Michael beside her. She blinked while Michael walked back in and handed her a banana. “I’m going to take a shower… that should tide you and the baby over… and while I’m cooking us something to eat… you can wash up.”
“Don’t you like me this way?” Nikita quipped and Michael chuckled. “You’ll feel much better, Kita.”
Nikita started to unpeel the banana as Michael grabbed a couple towels. Nikita cleared her throat. “You know, there are a lot of things that I can do with this banana… to get you to come back to bed…”
Michael watched Nikita and shook his head. “You are too…”
Nikita took a bite and Michael smiled. “Hungry.”
It was that need for food that allowed Nikita to let Michael and then shower herself. But not a long shower. She soon padded into the kitchen with a robe and wet hair to look at Michael as he was searing steaks and had a skillet with potatoes browning. She looked at Michael as he opened up the refrigerator and pulled out two plates. “Salad… with some feta and nuts… until the steak and potatoes are done.”
“You made me a manly man meal,” Nikita stated as she picked up the fork and immediately dug into the salad without any dressing. Michael waited and then shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe that is because you are carrying a boy.”
“It’s a baby. That’s all that matters,” Nikita declared and Michael smiled. He knew exactly that feeling too. It wouldn’t matter if it was a boy or a girl. It was their child.
“Now, where are those steaks?” Nikita inquired as she had polished off the salad in record time. “The sooner we get this meal over with… the sooner we can start round six.”
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