| Subject: Priority Mail 277 (NC-17 Warning) |
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Date Posted: Thursday, July 07, 10:56:30pm
In reply to:
Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 268+" on Sunday, June 19, 04:50:40pm
Michael broke their kiss, and began leaving a trail of kisses along Nikita’s features, pleased to know that he had come home early enough to find Nikita still there and Adam hours away from arriving home from school. Nikita didn’t protest the kisses and arched her back while his hand moved from her face to her side, eventually rubbing the side of her breast through her blouse; she made a small involuntarily jump.
No one would believe it, but each time they touched each other in this manner, it was different. This time they were going slow. Michael and Nikita sat on the edge of the bed and kissed for several minutes. Michael ran his hands softly up and down Nikita’s back, the touches slowly bringing her level of desire up. When he thought she was ready, Michael kneeled on the floor in front of her and began unbuttoning her blouse.
Nikita felt confused, as she caught Michael kneeling on the floor. But his hands were causing a fluttering deep in her stomach that was building. She felt the button just above her bra give way and he leaned in to kiss her between her breasts. She arched her back as she felt Michael’s lips touch her with the love that he had for her. Although he was clean shaven, she could feel the stubble on his chin rubbing against her sensitive skin. She was so lost in the sensation that she didn't notice he had finished with her buttons, only realizing how exposed she was as he pulled her blouse from her jeans.
Nikita felt the nervousness giving way to the excitement he was causing. Michael gently caressed her breasts over her bra. Nikita took a sudden, deep breath as she felt the material slide across her sensitive nipples. Her excitement continued to build as he slowly leaned toward her. That immediately gave way to frustration when Michael briefly grazed her breast again with his lips, only to skip down to her stomach. He gently pushed her back until she was lying flat on the bed, before running his hands down her legs until he reached her feet. He quickly pulled off her shoes and socks before moving back up to her jeans.
Pausing for a moment, Michael allowed his hands run up and down the outside of her thighs. He gazed in awe at her perfect body. He ran his hands over her stomach, settling on the snap of her jeans, which gave way with a pop that startled her causing another small jump. He again reminded himself to go slowly as often he would start slow and end up going too fast for his plans.
They had hours before Adam came home.
Michael moved up to her stomach, kissing and running his tongue teasingly around her navel to distract her. The distraction didn't keep Nikita from noticing his hands working on her zipper. She felt it begin to slowly creep down, imagining that she could hear every metal tooth click as his fingers worked the zipper down. When he grabbed her jeans with both hands and began inching them down her hips, she whispered slightly for Michael to hurry up while she lifted slightly off of the bed to help.
When Michael pulled her jeans the rest of the way off, he moved his lips up her legs, using his tongue to leave wet kisses up her calves. When he reached her knee, he lifted her leg and kissed the soft skin behind her knee. After a moment, he worked his way up the inside of her thigh, tenderly kissing every inch and began to feel her shake.
He looked at her panty covered crotch, forcing himself to wait before touching it. Michael settled at the midpoint of her thigh, leaving small love bites, while moving his hand up and down the back of her leg. Her skin was smooth and impossibly soft. He let his hand wander to the edge of her panties, feeling the well-toned cheeks of her behind before dragging his fingers back down to her knees.
The combination was making Nikita forget about everything except his touches. Michael’s kissing and sucking were making the earlier sensations much more acute and instead of her stomach, she was feeling it inside her core now. His fingernails were softly scraping her skin causing goose bumps. She started making small noises, her breath catching in her throat every few seconds. Without realizing it, she began moving her hips to move herself closer to his skilled mouth.
Michael knew Nikita was almost ready. She wasn't holding back anymore, now she was moving toward him, trying to create contact. He leisurely slid his tongue up her thigh until it reached the inside of her hip. He gently pushed her legs apart encountering the edge of her panties, so close to her entrance that her intoxicating scent threatened to overwhelm him.
Nikita felt Michael’s hand at the front clasp of her bra, and then it gave way. He brushed the back of his fingers against her nipple, causing it to stiffen immediately. She moaned as his hand began massaging her breast more firmly, causing a surge of new feelings to rush over her.
Nikita then felt his fingers wrap around the waistband of her panties, slowly sliding them down her hips and again arched up to help, this time without any thought but the desire for him to get back to what he was doing. Michael dragged his fingers up her legs as he paused to look at her naked. He swore each time he saw her naked, she was more beautiful than the last time.
"Please Michael, touch me now," she lifted her head and begged.
It didn't make any difference to her what he was going to do, just that it needed to happen quickly. She could feel her body on the edge of an orgasm even though her pussy had been virtually untouched. Nikita watched him staring at her with a fascinated look on his face. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally saw him move in toward her. She felt the first soft touch of his tongue dipping between her outer lips just a little, then moving up until it brushed her clit. He looked into her eyes as he continued the movement from her clit to the bottom of her pussy, then back. When Michael pulled it out and traced the labia all the way around and caused Nikita to grab the back of his head and hold him pressed against her.
"Oh Michael… that feels so wonderful, please don't stop."
He chuckled slightly as he moved slightly to move one of Nikita’s long legs onto his shoulder, allowing him better access to her wetness. When his tongue slipped with a strong deep thrust, the sensation became too much for her.
"Oh Michael…"
With a satisfied smile and another pleased chuckle, Michael moved back to her entrance. He stuck his tongue further inside, and then moved up until his tongue and mouth were completely off of her, and then began to alternate between licking and softly biting. Her breathing and moaning let him know she was almost there, although she had said very little to him so far. He focused on her wet folds, moving faster with his tongue and also pressing harder as her hips began moving off the bed.
She wrapped both legs around his back and squeezed him hard. "Yes, that's it Michael… right there . . . please don't stop!" she screamed. "Oh Michael, yes . . . I love you!"
As she orgasmed, Nikita’s hips moved completely off the bed, taking him with her. She felt like a bomb went off inside her body. The ripples went on longer than she imagined was possible, each one causing her to body to spasm until they receded, leaving her gasping for breath.
As her orgasm subsided, his tongue stayed with her jerking hips, deep within Nikita’s wetness. He lapped aggressively and as far as he could between her lips, riding out her gyrations. Once she slumped back to the bed exhausted, Michael slid up her body until he was able to gaze into her blue eyes.
He kissed her, then sat up, pausing to take in the way she looked. Her long blonde hair was spread out underneath her and her body was bathed in sweat. She looked so innocent and vulnerable, but there was so much more to her than just that.
Michael tilted his head. “Are you going to say uncle yet?”
“Hell no,” Nikita giggled as she swung her head from side to side. She gazed at him and realized that he had too many clothes on. “Ditch the pants, Mr. Samuelle.
Michael smirked at the order and sat back to unbuckled his pants. As he removed them, he could see Nikita licking her lips. He finished undressing, then pulled her up to put his arms around her.
Michael kissed her, running his hands up and down her body, easily stirring Nikita into a frenzy quickly. He held one hand behind her head while kissing her, using the other to massage her breast, she seemed to melt against him. Her moans indicated that she was ready for more, so he slowly lowered her to the bed, moving with her until they were lying next to each other. He pulled her on top of him.
"Mmm…” Nikita licked her lips as she gazed down at Michael as she felt him completely erect as her legs straddled his hips, he felt her wetness as the shaft of his erection nestled between the lips of her wetness. "Ahhh," she moaned, as he pulled her hips forward, causing friction against her folds.
Then a cell phone started to ring loudly.
Nikita’s body jerked off of Michael’s body and he reached for it. “Let it go to voicemail.”
“That phone never rings… and it’s not someone calling… it’s a warning alert…” Nikita declared as she grabbed a sheet to wrap around her body. Michael pushed his body up as he saw Nikita grab a cell phone and run out of the room.
“Kita? What’s going on?”
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