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Date Posted: Thursday, March 03, 05:29:13pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 191+" on Wednesday, March 02, 07:22:29pm
Nikita dropped the lightweight sweater over her head as she was in the living room allowing Ellie to check on the stitches. “They are waterproof…”
“I remember you telling me that,” Nikita spoke firmly and Ellie sighed. “It’s hard to know what you would remember and wouldn’t remember. You have to know that you were really lucky for the fact that you didn’t tell anyone about the wounds… you could have bled out Nikita… you were bleeding out… even with them not being that deep.”
Nikita jerked her head to the side so she didn’t have to look at Ellie. That told Ellie that Nikita knew what Ellie was trying to get through to Nikita’s mind. Ellie sighed and picked up her purse. “We’ll give them until Monday… I think the stitches can come out then.”
“Thanks,” Nikita stated as she still didn’t look at Ellie. Ellie walked towards the door. She opened the front door and turned to look at Nikita again. Ellie just stood there and waited for Nikita to actually look at her. “Maybe you should stop focusing on mourning the past… and start celebrating the future…”
Ellie didn’t wait for a response. That was all that she could handle right now.
Nikita closed the door and stood to the side to look outside. She didn’t realize that she had been mourning the past like Ellie was saying, but it did seem to sound true. She knew that she wasn’t celebrating the future because Nikita wasn’t sure what the future would have for her. Yet it took those moments of standing there alone that Nikita began to realize that she did have a future and that she had people in her future.
With a purpose, Nikita walked to the kitchen to where Michael was sitting. She reached over and put the mug that Michael was drinking coffee from and placed it in the middle of the table. Then, as Michael was starting to protest, Nikita took Michael’s hand that was left empty and tugged it to indicate that he should stand up. “Kita?”
Nikita didn’t say a word. She got him to his feet and she headed towards the back staircase. But as they walked up the stairs, Nikita continued. They didn’t need to talk. She led Michael by the hand to the bedroom. She walked him to the bed and waited for Michael to sit down on the bed before leaving his hand go.
“Kita… what’s going on?” Michael whispered as Nikita retreated to the door without a word. Michael was worried that she was going to leave the room, but instead she closed the door.
For a moment she paused. Then she realized that this was what she needed, to celebrate making it through the rescue job of Veronica and to celebrate every day that could happen for not just her, but for Lisa, Veronica and Ben. With silent movement, Nikita locked the door although it still wasn’t quite noon.
Michael studied Nikita as she strode towards him. She stopped when she stood in front of him. She leaned her head down and kissed Michael tenderly at first and then slightly possessively. Michael reached his hand up and Nikita pushed it away. She broke the kiss and looked at Michael.
With a slow languid movement that brought Michael to almost instant hardness, Nikita straddled one leg over his thick legs before slowly pulling her other leg to the other side of his legs. She rolled her hips down to make contact with Michael’s erection, her intentions clear.
This time, Michael was not surprised by the passion and heat behind Nikita’s kisses. He matched that intensity as Nikita used her left hand to release her hair from the ponytail. Then her hands were at his waist, quickly pulling Michael’s shirt up and over his head.
Nikita kissed Michael and then dragged her lips away from his mouth to his neck. Michael started to pull at Nikita’s shirt, but she didn’t just allow him to pull it over her head. She continued to nip and suckle at Michael’s neck and chest. Finally, Nikita leaned back and allowed Michael to fling the shirt off of her body.
She was not wearing a bra because the straps had been rubbing against the stitches. Michael’s hands cupped her perfectly rounded breasts instantly, causing her nipples to harden with excitement. Nikita’s hands somehow got between their grinding bodies to start to unbutton Michael’s jeans.
Michael dipped his head for a moment to press kisses against Nikita’s nipple. He lapped and swirled quickly as the pace was not slow at all between them. They were burning hotter and hotter by the second.
Then, Nikita pushed at Michael’s shoulders, knocking him down against the bed. She stayed over his hips and it appeared as if she could have, she would have impaled herself on Michael through both of their layers of pants. Instead, Nikita tugged at the jeans. She lifted her right leg first to pull the jeans and the boxers away from Michael and then did the similar movement with her right leg. She leaned backwards to tug Michael’s jeans down to just pass his knees, when she stopped.
Nikita tossed her head back as she could feel the growing heat of Michael against her cotton-knit leggings. She felt Michael’s fingers tweaking her nipples as he didn’t just passively allow Nikita to take control.
As Michael dropped his hands to her waist, Nikita leaned forward to place her elbows on either side of Michael’s broad chest. This movement brought Nikita’s pelvis off of Michael’s and provided enough room for Michael to yank the pants, and the tiny slip of material known as panties, away from Nikita’s womanhood.
Nikita didn’t wait. She didn’t try to guide Michael right into her. For some reason, she felt the need to tease both of them even more and she kept Michael’s hardness trapped just shy of the wet entrance. She groaned as she looked at down at Michael while rolling her hips.
Michael instinctively knew what Nikita desired and he didn’t hesitate. His hands grasped her waist and lifted her slightly. That physical cue was enough to have Nikita grasp Michael’s throbbing erection and align it for the slick entrance into her. Nikita was torn between going slowly and causing her erotic torture or going fast and finding that peak as fast as possible.
Instead, Michael found that middle speed that just seemed just right. His rigid erection knifed inside of Nikita’s moist folds and into the tight opening that grasped around his steaming hot skin. Michael’s hips started to move up as Nikita’s moved down.
With the first full stroke inside of Nikita, her head was back and the moan was loud. Her body clenched tightly around him, trying to pull Michael so that it was clear that she didn’t want him to leave. He even used his hands to try to guide Nikita up, but she paused for a moment before allowing Michael to continue to direct.
But once connected, their pace went from languid to erratic and hard so quickly that Nikita didn’t think she felt her passion ever ebb. Her body was possessed with the feeling of Michael and knowing that she didn’t have to hide this. This was the life that she had now and could have every day without having to worry about hiding it or worrying that it could get her killed.
Michael leaned up and pulled Nikita’s head down so he could kiss her as they thrusted against each other like mating animals. He swallowed Nikita’s moans just as much as she inhaled his grunts.
It ended with a fiery burst of jarring thrusts that shook both of their bodies, muscles straining with sheer excitement and release.
Her body sated for the moment, Nikita panted hard as she leaned her head down against Michael’s chest, but did not release him from inside of her. Michael stroked his hands against her back. He touched the stitches and Nikita turned her head to look at him.
He could have lost her while she was bleeding in the kitchen. She felt tears filling her eyes and Michael kissed them before they left her eyes. “Kita… its ok…”
“I love you,” Nikita whispered and Michael nodded his head.
Ten minutes later, Michael rolled on top of her with the next round swelling between them.
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