| Subject: Priority Mail 415 (NC-17) |
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Date Posted: Monday, April 09, 07:02:02pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 411+" on Saturday, March 31, 07:17:48pm
Michael started by pulling that silly t-shirt that Nikita had used to cover her body from the shorts that were just as silly. He didn’t know why she thought that they should be dressed. It was wrong. He pushed his hands up her back and around her ribs, finally feeling how her body simply reacted with his touch. He was pleased that he didn’t have to deal with a silly bra as his hands cupped her breasts, instantly feeling her nipples rising into hot points in his palms.
Nikita felt Michael’s large and hard erection behind her. She dropped her head forward, not sure what she thought she was going to be doing when she walked in here. She wasn’t even sure exactly what room she was in.
Michael’s hands seemed to be everywhere. They were crossing her bare skin of her stomach, her ribs her sides and then running little circles around her rigid nipples. Nikita arched into him, pushing her breasts into his hands and naughtily pushing her hips back against that erection.
“Are you trying to frisk me?” Nikita quipped barely and Michael chuckled as he pulled the elastic band of the shorts off of her body, glad to find that at least Nikita had forgone underwear too. She loved how it felt to have Michael running his hands along her bare bottom. Michael’s hand was hard against her belly, pulling her away from what she was leaning against, which Nikita found out was a mirror as she caught her image in the mirror, wild and naked.
“Lean against me, Kita… I won’t let you fall,” Michael directed as he pushed aside her hair to allow his lips to kiss the back of her neck. But then he moved to slightly bite her while he rocked his hips forward, soon to find that Michael had her up in the air. He then had her back down and his fingers slid into the open split of her sex. The contact of his long fingers against her wet flesh made Nikita jump.
“Perfect,” Michael grinned as he allowed Nikita to lean her head back against him. She just loved how he made her feel, no matter where they were. The world didn’t seem to matter when he was touching her like this. Michael didn’t let up as he coaxed her stiff little bud from its hiding spot. He then pinched her while he rocked his hips forward to press that long erection against her from behind. “Do you feel me, Kita?”
“I need you,” Nikita rasped and Michael slid his fingers from her. He took his fingers to take her hand, leading her somewhere. They were soon a run and Michael grinned. “Time for some hot sweaty sex on the floor, Kita.”
Nikita moved as Michael did. He knelt and she knelt. They were perfect together and each of them was building the passion up in the other. She felt his hands around her and Nikita hissed in pleasure with the contact of Michael’s hot flesh against hers. Nikita pushed back from Michael, pulling back almost breathlessly. She rested her hands on his thighs. Michael reached out and traced his thumb across her bottom lip. Nikita then allowed her tongue to dart out to touch that thumb.
They were passionate people and Nikita swallowed at the urges that she had right now. To tell Michael what her body craved could push they both over the edge but she chewed her lip as his thumb moved away. Michael arched an eyebrow. “What?”
“I need it hard, Michael,” Nikita rasped and Michael moved quickly. Before he slowed down and gently laid her back against the rug that was there. He hovered over her a silent moment to make sure that her eyes and body showed what her words had just said and it did.
Michael didn’t hesitate to cup his erection in his hand to rub the fat head against the insides of her thighs, spreading Nikita wide. She arched her back and hips up into him as he slide into her one long, slow slide.
The moan came from them during that entire trip inside of her. Nikita felt entirely complete with how he ripped and filled her. He was huge and hard inside her. He was perfect inside of her. Michael then slowly started to sway his hips, the putting it in and putting it out as he allowed his weight to come down further onto her, knowing that she could handle it.
It was not very often that Michael would take Nikita’s wrists firmly into his hands, but this time he did. He pressed them over her head, pinning her to the rug as he started to increase the tempo and pace of his thrusts.
She was his and Nikita knew that. Nikita groaned loudly as Michael lapped at her open mouth.
Michael’s hands tightened as he looked into Nikita’s blue eyes. “God, Kita… Kita…”
“Mi—Mi…” Nikita chanted as she couldn’t dare say anything further. She tossed her head back and screamed, knowing that they were alone as Michael pounded his hips down into hers, down into the floor below her. She was trapped in nothing but pleasure.
Perfection.
After they reached their peak, each pressing tightly against each other, Michael didn’t leave her body. He moved their bodies to the side ash e just watch Nikita catch her breath. As she started to grin back at him and respond by touching his hair, Michael grinned. “Want to do that on the bedroom floor next?”
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