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Date Posted: Thursday, January 05, 08:18:18pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 360+" on Friday, December 23, 11:56:06pm
There was something about this bathroom that kept them inside of it now. It wasn’t simply because Michael had promised Nikita wet, but it was in the back of his mind. But as he stood there, he instinctively, let his right hand roam to Nikita’s breasts, feeling their warmth and the vibration of new energy buzzing throughout her body.
Michael was renewed also.
"I need to shower, Kita," Michael whispered into Nikita’s ear, even the warmth of his breath as he spoke causing her to quiver. He didn’t move from that spot as he just stood next to her, fondling her breasts.
"Alone?" questioned Nikita with a soft whisper that made Michael’s body surge with need. Nikita was heading towards him and she tangled her feet slightly and Michael held her with a chuckle. “Maybe this is just all too hot for you, Kita. Maybe you need a cold shower.”
“But then I’d freeze and you’d have to warm me up,” Nikita batted her blue eyes and Michael leaned in to kiss her gently. “I’d never let you freeze.”
“So… share a shower?”
“Just give me one minute before you come in, OK?" he requested a little sheepishly. Nikita barely nodded as she licked her lips at the thought of going into the shower with Michael. Michael could vividly see what was playing inside her mind right now.
Michael moved around Nikita’s body and into the shower, trying to figure out the hotel’s system quickly. He turned it on briefly and smiled as he could see how this shower was going to heighten anything that they experienced. Michael stepped out to retrieve some towels to put them closer when he had noticed Nikita had sat down on the toilet to observe him.
Nikita tilted her head to the side and licked her lips. “Yummy.”
Michael was stopped and pulled into Nikita’s plans as she said that word. Her hand reached out and fondled his growing erection. She lifted her eyes to look at him, reassuring him that this was exactly what she wanted to do right now. Her hand gently fondled his hardness as she placed her mouth over his tiny slit without her lips touching it.
Michael’s body trembled uncontrollably as his mind simply stopped thinking while Nikita held him captive with such a simple touch. Nikita then shocked Michael further by clasping his hips gently, pulling him slightly closer to her. Her hand cupped the base of his brimming aroused vessel. Michael concentrated as he felt the desire to explode in that second when it was something that he wanted to hold onto.
Nikita’s hands clutched at the strong buttocks that she always enjoyed touching. The movement of her hands and the gradual moving of her mouth and tongue brought her an award of the essence that she desired. Michael gasped and groaned even more as her tongue caressed him clean in long, slow, tender strokes of bubbling promise.
Michael was almost thoughtless, but he knew that the evening was still young and this wasn’t going to work if he allowed Nikita to do this. He appreciated it, but he wanted her. Michael took a moment to take a deep breath and to pull his length away from her touch.
It was his turn to pleasure Nikita.
Following Nikita’s lead, Michael spun Nikita away from the toilet and settled on the cold seat himself. He then ran his hands over her smooth legs, her hips, her sparse hairs of her wet femininity. Michael placed his mouth on her pubic bone, feeling the warmth, the softness of the naked flesh against him whilst she continued to stand there. He stood to see her medium sized mounds of flesh that heaved with secret longings. Michael stretched up to nibble at each of those taunt nipples. Nikita squealed, and then moaned, pressing her body into him.
“God… you are the most beautiful woman…” Michael spoke as he kept his face against her stomach. He just had to tell her. He probably didn’t tell her those things often enough.
But Michael had new plans as he lapped at her core. He knew that they should get into the shower. He had promised wet, but she was intoxicating. It was when Nikita’s hips pushed forward and her hands pushed his head towards her that Michael knew that he had to move them now.
Michael stood and was happy to see that he had not closed the shower door closed. He pulled Nikita He released the showerhead from its holder and proceeded to adjust the water temperature and pressure. Michael proceeded to douse them both with water, whilst Nikita ran the soap across his body appreciatively.
Her hands used the soap to find his crevices and she delighted when Michael shuddered as she touched under his arms, along his thick leg muscles and then lingered as she held onto his throbbing excited shaft. Nikita loved his body. She would never tire of looking at the perfect body that Michael had.
Michael used the water pressure to good advantage, aiming it at private spots which made Nikita squirm and squeal and giggle with protest, her blissful laughter tingling off the tiles. He knew that she craved him as much as he craved her right now, but the laughter reminded each other how much they loved and laughed together. Teasing her was a pleasure. It always will be a pleasure.
Michael held her to him, one arm clutching her waist, her back pulled firmly against his chest. Nikita could feel his excited flesh pressing into her as he deliberately rubbed against her gently. Michael turned the shower hose to the pulse setting now, using his free hand to hold it against her most tender area. At first she whimpered, the persistent momentum tingling and making her shudder slightly. Then she felt herself moaning. The water was stinging, relentlessly hitting some spot she had never identified.
Without Michael’s tight grip on her waist she would have been unable to stand. She felt a pleasurable burning sensation that rose from her feet, ran up her legs to her shoulders and culminated with a mind blowing orgasm that Nikita never expected to receive in this manner.
Michael switched off the shower, replaced it in its holder as she was almost boneless. He watched her and chewed slightly on his lip as he could see some of her strength coming back after her shattering orgasm. Only Nikita could burn so brightly through an orgasm like that and still be standing, albeit barely standing.
"Kita?" His voice thick with a clear intent to continue once she was ready.
Nikita’s breath had slowly returned. "Wow," she stammered.
Michael held her blue eyes to him. The sparkling light that reflected out through her blue eyes showed nothing but pure joy and excitement. He could also see that her eyes gave all the signals that this was going to continue.
"I barely touched you," Michael whispered.
“Wow,” Nikita responded as she kissed his lips. “That… I liked.”
”Want another one?” Michael’s eyes shined with happiness. As much as he enjoyed his time being connected to Nikita and the times that Nikita pleased him, Michael found the best feeling in providing Nikita the means to shatter through everything to feel ecstasy.
“Michael…”
"You are special to me, Kita" he said simply. Michael in those words explained to Nikita that he needed to do this for her. Again.
Michael turned the shower on again, just lightly so the warm, cascading droplets trickled down their bodies. He resumed the previous position with Nikita’s back to him, but this time he used his fingers, exploring mildly at first, just teasing the outer folds of her flesh. Nikita’s breathing remained steady, calm, almost relaxed. His fingers then moved, almost imperceptibly, across the magic point at the top of her lips she had never found.
It was like a soft tickling sensation - merciless but bearable. Then Michael pressed harder, rolling her bud between his large fingers, gripping her body with all his strength. Her whole body contracted now - she felt the inferno again, heating her flesh from the inside out. Nikita tried to speak. Tried to beg. She closed her eyes as white liquid fire flashed before them.
“Mi..” was the only sound that Nikita could even shout as her body contracted harder and harder.
Michael held her fiercely, kissed her neck, but persisted. Finally, he felt her go rigid, her body rhythmically heaving as she emitted a long, shattering wail. Then she went limp, unable to stand on her own this time. Her body continued to spasm in tiny crests of waves for several minutes till gradually she settled, her ragged breathing returning to normal, her legs starting to bear the weight that Michael did not mind taking into his arms.
Michael held his breath as Nikita recovered once more. She turned to face him. Michael knew Nikita’s intent. She felt that it was time for her to return the favor for him.
That wasn’t the plan.
Michael touched her bare hips as the flush ran crazily over her pale skin when she realized that Michael knew what she was plotting to do. She also was not too overly surprised when her plans changed.
Michael could take no more.
Still dripping, he lifted Nikita, turned off the shower, stepped out of the shower, and roughly carried her to the bed. The bed was much more appropriate than up against the shower wall that had been tempting Michael after Nikita’s body quaked with her last orgasm.
Before her body could start to shiver due to the cold, Michael provided heat from his as he started to claim what was his.
Michael's body lay sideways to hers, his hand once again quickly finding the center of her wetness. He knew that it was not the shower water that made it so slick and Michael licked his lips as he was so tempted to slither his aching erection into that opening. He held onto one rational thought and took that thought as a directive.
He kissed Nikita’s shoulder and swiftly retrieved the condom and covered himself. He then retreated back slightly, not pressing his erection into her as he was almost ready to do mere seconds ago. Instead, he allowed his fingers to dance over the sparse hairs. That delicate touch produced a hair trigger reaction of further quivering. He slid one finger all the way into her nest and Nikita groaned his name as her blue eyes glared at him, ordering him for more.
Shifting, Michael sat up, pulling Nikita so that her legs were wrapped around his thighs as he supported her in a half upright position. His hands on her hips, he coaxed her so that her delicate portal was positioned over his glistening tip. Inch by inch, he added more pressure to his grip as he felt himself being snugly wrapped in her pulsating folds. His lips, then his teeth danced across her breasts.
"Kita…" Michael murmured as his face became glazed with that familiar look of impending climax. Nikita was there also. Her already heated flesh was being scraped beyond endurance with his every thrust but neither wanted it to just be done that quickly. That need stopped them from plunging head on over the cliff of bliss. Somehow they both knew how to slightly back off to then ratchet it back up. They pressed harder and harder, almost to the point of unbearable, and backed off.
Together they rocked into each other, blissfully unaware of anything else. Michael nipped at her breasts again and Nikita ran her fingers deeply into Michael’s back as she arched her back to allow him more space to nip away. But they couldn’t sustain it for too long. They both satisfied each other perfectly and this time was perfect for a release.
Nikita barely heard him cry out as her own gasps roared above his. They remained locked together, suspended in each other, lost in a trance. Nikita was a little surprised but not shocked as she felt Michael’s flesh recovering within her.
"Is there anything special I can do for you?" Nikita quipped. “You are ready and still able.” Michael stroked her blonde hair, her cheeks, her lips.
Nikita drew in her breath sharply at the request. Michael held his breath. He slipped out of her and cuddled Nikita against his body. “I don’t know if that fully qualifies as wet… we were in the bed when we finished, Michael.”
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