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Date Posted: Sunday, October 23, 05:07:07pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 318+" on Sunday, October 02, 11:25:56pm
The shower felt good. It was cleansing. It was renewing. It was necessary after hiking around the lake from early in the morning until just before dinner that Rhoda had made for them. It was needed before Nikita could even think straight and she walked right towards Michael with the fluffy pink robe around her body since Adam was spending the night with Nat in a tent just outside the cabin Rhoda, Nat and Lisa were staying at. They were giving Michael and Nikita time alone.
Michael was at a laptop and Nikita frowned. “I thought we were on vacation?”
“Fishing charts,” Michael smiled as he looked at Nikita and turned the screen so she could see them. Nikita smirked. “You don’t seem like much of a fisher.”
“I hope that Nat can help out tomorrow,” Michael added and Nikita chuckled as she continued to stand there watching Michael. He came to his feet and touched her damp hair. “You know… you are so amazing, Kita.”
“I feel that way when you tell me that,” Nikita whispered softly as she lost some of that smile. Michael touched the robe and studied her. “You should always feel that way.”
Nikita turned her head slightly to the side and Michael turned her face back towards him. “You have me confused, Michael.”
“I’m amazed with how you knew that we needed to take a vacation like this… it’s exactly what we all needed.”
Nikita cupped Michael’s cheek and the roughness of the lightly growing beard that he was sporting on this vacation after a couple days of not shaving. She had endured too many days without being able to be with Michael. She needed him.
Michael’s eyes grew dark green as he knew that the heat was growing just between them. He felt her stomach contract. He took her hand where it rested against his cheek and drew her lanky body into her arms, where she belonged.
“Kita…I missed this…” Michael then kissed her, almost devouring her. He couldn’t hear Nikita slightly chuckle that it had only been a couple days, but instead he drove his tongue inside of her mouth, kissed her as if he wanted to eat her all up, because he simply would never get enough of Nikita. The bathrobe fell away from Nikita’s gentle shoulders and he carried her over to the bed that they had somehow shared for too many nights without engaging in anything more than a few kisses.
He laved her soft breasts, nipped the peaks, suckled, tasted and took the fullness into his mouth until Nikita’s entire body whimpered while it squirmed to say that it wanted more. Michael kissed the side of her neck, nibbled her earlobes and then kissed Nikita deeply as Nikita ran her hands along the material of Michael’s shirt.
She knew that she needed him. She wanted all of him right now. Nikita reached for the hem of his shirt and tugged it upward, receiving help as Michael pulled it over his head. His chest was hard and ridged with the muscles that Nikita knew so well and wanted to get to know all over again. Michael didn’t hesitate or wait for Nikita’s hands to touch his jeans. He unbuttoned his jeans and hurried pulled out a condom from his pocket while he started to kiss her again.
Sometimes it was meant to be slow between them. Sometimes it was meant to be fast. In seconds, Michael was naked and on top of Nikita, nestled between her legs.
Nikita loved the feel of Michael, his weight pressing her down into the bed, the bands of muscle that flexed and tightened when Michael moved. Michael kissed her long and deep, his tongue tangling possessively with hers, her sliding over his to just drive him to continue moving as he was. Michael slithered from his position to trail kisses over her breasts, her flat stomach and her thighs.
Nikita cried out Michael’s name over and over again as he settled his mouth at the apex of her sex. Nikita’s long fingers knotted in the sheets that had been too clean for them having spent so many nights already in the cabin. Michael licked and laved, used his hands and his mouth with skill that always seemed to be better than the last time. In seconds, Michael had her undone as she rode out the bliss of her climax hard.
The muscles of her stomach clenched and goose bumps riddled her body. The pleasure consumed here and Michael smiled against her wetness to know what he had managed to do to her. It was always magical to know that he could give her this pleasure in her life. Michael knew that she was so far over the edge that she barely noticed when he paused to lift up and over her body to sheath himself inside of her.
For an instant, Michael paused, his muscles straining with the effort to control this right now. Bending his head, Michael kissed Nikita fiercely as she knew exactly what was going on in those moments of bliss that had just started to reach higher limits than ever before. Michael drove himself more deeply inside of Nikita. Long, hard strokes followed, lifting her, carrying Nikita upward. The deep penetrating thrusts pushed her until their bodies were almost against the headboard, Michael’s body not stopping its pace and intensity.
Nikita cried out not a word as her Michael nipped at her. Spiraling wildly out of control, having reached that ultimate pinnacle yet again. Pleasure washed through Nikita’s body as she felt Michael’s muscles tighten as he followed her to their mutual release.
They were entwined together for long moments as Michael barely could keep himself from crushing down on top of her body. He helped shift their bodies away from the headboard and kissed her gently.
“Michael…” Nikita whispered as she looked at him with hazy eyes that had a message.
More.
But as Nikita was starting to take care of the business at hand, the cell phone rang and the magic was exploded into shards.
Only an emergency could cause that phone to ring and it had to be important.
Quickly, Michael yanked himself off of the bed and unsteadily removed the used condom while striding to the table to grab the cell phone. “What?”
“Mick’s been in a bad accident, Michael,” Davenport instantly reported and Michael turned to look at Nikita. “We haven’t heard from him… where is he?”
“He was in Salt Lake City… and he is right now in emergency surgery,” Davenport answered.
“We’ll come down…”
“There are no reasons, yet, Michael,” Davenport interrupted quickly. “I’m waiting for Ellie to talk to the surgeons and I only called because the accident made the national news… a fourteen year old boy took the car out for a joy ride and was running from police when he ran a red light, lost control, and hit Mick’s rental almost head on…”
“His status?”
“Critical that I know of… Ellie will know when she can get thru to the hospital… Jason is helping,” Davenport effectively reported and Michael sat down naked on the wooden chair as Nikita wrapped a sheet around her body and stood up shakily from the bed.
“What was he doing in Salt Lake City?” Michael questioned as he shook his head.
“I’ll find out,” Davenport answered and cleared his throat. “I wanted you to know… but don’t change your plans, Michael. This is just bad luck.”
Michael stared at the phone and looked at Nikita. “Mick is in surgery….”
“In Salt Lake City?” Nikita asked with a shake of her head. “He was upset the last time I talked to him…”
“Davenport will call us when he knows more… it was an accident.”
Nikita tensed and Michael took her hands. “A fourteen year old joy riding… no plot there, Kita.”
“You think,” Nikita turned away and headed back to the bathroom. Michael leaned his head back and then saw his clothes strewed across the room. He stood up and picked them up, knowing that this romantic interlude was over for now.
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