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Date Posted: Tuesday, January 03, 11:30:57pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 360+" on Friday, December 23, 11:56:06pm
Michael twisted slightly and realized that Nikita was not in the bed with him. There was a momentary moment of panic as he blinked his eyes with worry about Nikita not being by his side after a very busy beginning to their time alone in this hotel room. Yet, Michael sat up and thought about the frantic pace that they had started and he found it hard that it was Nikita who had woken up first from this short nap.
That last time, Nikita had shouted out his name so loudly and clearly that she started to laugh after she was able to breathe again. Michael had wrapped his arms around her and kissed her bare neck gently, knowing that she was pleased.
Yet, they were alone in this room and Michael didn’t want to be alone in the bed. He sat up and shifted off of the bed. There were only so many places that Nikita could go, but to drive her nuts, Michael paused to pull on his boxers that had caused her so much strife earlier. Her dress was practically all the way at the door and Michael smiled as he thought about her body, his body reacting instantly.
He looked at the partially opened bathroom door and knocked on it gently. “Kita… you left me alone…”
“Michael,” Nikita blushed as she was just getting up off of the toilet. “Ah… you know… nature…”
“Yeah,” Michael nodded his head up and down as he saw Nikita washing her hands, her body still naked as she stood there. He reached out and cupped her breasts. “God, you are beautiful.”
Nikita didn’t reply, but her eyes did the talking as she stared at him and then slowly dropped her eyes. He saw the smirk on her face as she studied the boxers that were not doing a good job at concealing his erection. Nikita didn’t speak as she shifted and then eased her hand overtop that hardness, starting to aggressively rub with the sliver of silk between his erection and her hand.
But Nikita wasn’t happy with that fabric there. She pushed the boxers down, but not all the way off of his body. Her hand encircles his throbbing erection as she pulls it out and continues to fondle it. Nikita looked up at Michael and then flipped her hair out of the way as she arched an eyebrow. Michael knew what she was going to do even before she started to ease her body down in order to stretch her mouth over his hot hardness.
She teasingly lowers her mouth around his shaft and extends her tongue out. Nikita flicked lightly the tip which causes Michael’s entire body to jump as if shocked by electricity. She always had this power over him. As Michael moaned, Nikita gently takes the entire tip into her mouth, suckling lightly.
Michael didn’t know how Nikita moved so slowly, but she did move slowly down over his erection until he was entirely engulfed. She then reverses the direction, revealing his hardness as slowly as she had hidden it, only leaving it slightly wet as she left it behind. Just before she popped his hardness out of her mouth, she gently ran her teeth along the top while whirling her tongue around the underside.
Nikita then placed her hands around Michael’s full shaft as she pulled away and then kissed the very tip before repeating the process, her hands dropping as her mouth engulfed him slowly. The sequence was taking such a long time and was quickly bringing Michael to a boil.
With careful touch, Nikita caressed Michael’s length with her lips again, descending back to the base and then back up even as Michael’s fingers intertwined with her hair, alternating between wanting to keep her around his length and wanting to pull her away. Michael grunted as Nikita pulled away and tossed her hair back with a wicked smile on her face. “Think that you are still able to play with me, Michael?”
“Kita…” Michael rasped as his green eyes burned with fierce desire. She winked and then slid her wet lips over his length again, this time picking up the pace and not dragging out the pleasurable agony. Michael’s body grew fully taunt as he couldn’t hold back his release. He leaned his head back as he groaned her name slowly, “Ni-ki-ta…”
Nikita looked up at him with her eyes as she slowly withdrew from his length, feeling that it was still full of plans for some more fun. She watched Michael as he came down from that orgasmic high that had him now speechless.
Michael reached for her arms, bringing her back to standing in front of him. Nikita turned her head and shook it. “Let me… brush…”
Michael continued to hold her arm as she went to the sink. He wanted to stop her but he watched her naked body move as she moved about her work. When Nikita made her mind up about something, it wasn’t worth trying to change it.
“Kita… you are… incredible…” Michael whispered as he leaned over and kissed her bare shoulder. Nikita looked at Michael as she smiled with a minty-fresh breath of air waft towards him. “Glad to know.”
“It’s my turn…” Michael announced as he stepped closer to Nikita, now taking the reins of their action in this bathroom. “I’m always ready to show you… the physical expression… of what I feel about you… and to give you the pleasure you do deserve, Kita…”
Nikita blinked her eyes with the serious words and was caught off guard as Michael gripped her underneath her arms and turned her so that she was placed on the sink. He turned to the side to pull the extra plush towel off of the rack and to fold it. He pressed her back against the mirror and then slid the folded down behind her back.
“Ah… Michael…” Nikita hesitated and then trembled as Michael’s hands eased Nikita’s legs opened. He winked back at her. “I give as much as I have received.”
Michael grasped her knees and pushed them over to each side of the sink, fully spreading Nikita’s opening for him to see. He eased down to get a closer look at the folds that he would worship. He paused and then kissed her belly button. Then Michael slowly lapped at her flat stomach and moved his way down. He knew that she would be moist and ready for him but he exhaled slowly to cause Nikita to tremble with anticipation.
His breathe was warm and cold at the same time as Michael’s hands kept on her knees, not allowing Nikita to press them along his head to egg him on to hurry. He languidly pressed a kiss to that top of the sparse hair and then extended his tongue to lap the opening slowly with the broad side of his tongue.
Michael continued at a slow pace, licking and nibbling – anything to tease Nikita in a way to give her even more pleasurable torment that she had given him. He pulled one hand away from her knees and pressed it onto her flat stomach, allowing his tongue to extend deeper and to apply more pressure along her button that he had been dancing around. With that pressure, Michael almost found it difficult to keep Nikita from slipping off of the sink as she found her orgasm around his head. But he continued to lap and drink up her essence, feeling her entire body glistening with sweat as he pushed her to that edge again quickly before pouring her over that edge into bliss.
Without hesitation, Michael slipped his hand into the drawer that was underneath the sink and sheathed himself while his other hand tangled with her sparse wet hair as Nikita’s head was back and she was still trying to suck in air after her release. Once he had that business taken care of, Michael stood to his full height to find that the sink was perfectly lined up for his plan.
It could be risky, but he would hold onto her as Michael grabbed Nikita’s legs and pulled her to the edge of the sink. Her hips jerked up as she could sense his hardness aligned with her opening. Trying to override the need to just enter her with one full stroke, Michael just placed the head of his hardness into Nikita’s heat. He could feel her body trying to suck him in and he was a slave to her body’s needs.
Now, with one smooth thrust forward, Michael burrowed his erection fully into Nikita. He then started to fight the desire to pull away and to enter again. Instead, Michael grunted as he looked at Nikita’s face as her mouth was open with a silent scream of pleasure. He stays there as he feels the contractions of Nikita squeeze his length.
Then, Michael caves and starts to move with the rhythm that he needed to get too while Nikita somehow has taken control of her legs to wrap around him, egging him to increase the pace and intensity.
Both of them feel each other fully as Michael found that both of them were pushing the speed to a rapid pace that could almost be dangerous with this position, but not one that they were willing to change. Their moans were getting louder and echoing in the bathroom with all the hard surfaces being unable to muffle the sounds.
“Mi… Mi…” Nikita panted as she opened her eyes and stared at him. She had been holding onto the sink with her hands and she now pushed up to capture his lips, but she did not dare wrap her entire body around his. He was moving too rapidly and with a staccato pace that Nikita did not need to change or slow down.
Michael moved to push Nikita back against the mirror more, standing on his tip toes to grind deeply into Nikita. At least like this, with his hands on either side of Nikita’s shoulders, pressed against the mirror, would be safe when the orgasm was over and their strength depleted. Michael felt Nikita clenching at him and he pressed his lips over Nikita’s for just a second as the need to pant and groan was too much.
It was impossible to tell who screamed first as the room just vibrated with their vocalizations of the release that blasted around their bodies. Nikita clung onto Michael’s shoulders as her body continued to ride out the release while Michael was intent on holding as deep as possible in her body.
Finding his eyes clearing and seeing Nikita panting below him, Michael licked his lips. “I love you, Kita…”
“I love you too,” Nikita rasped as she pressed a kiss to Michael’s lips. She looked around and to Michael’s hands that were still pressed against the mirror. “Glad it’s a strong mirror.”
“Are you ok?” Michael asked as he pulled away, feeling the pleasurable weakness that was only found when he found his release within Nikita. For now, his erection was gone as he exited Nikita’s body and stepped slightly away. “I think… we need a bath…”
“So this wasn’t the wet time?” Nikita quipped as she looked around as she shifted and closed her legs slightly. Michael laughed and then shrugged his shoulders. “This wasn’t planned.”
“I get that,” Nikita joked back. “But… I might need some help… getting out of the sink… it probably wasn’t meant for me…”
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