| Subject: Priority Mail 195 (NC-17) |
Author:
Nikita507
|
[
Next Thread |
Previous Thread |
Next Message |
Previous Message
]
Date Posted: Sunday, March 06, 06:48:37pm
In reply to:
Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 191+" on Wednesday, March 02, 07:22:29pm
Nikita woke up in the morning and left Michael in bed as she walked to the bathroom. She needed to get a shower and then downstairs to make breakfast for the men in her life. She reached into the shower to start the warm water as she rolled her shoulders back slightly, relaxed from a good night of sleep, without any sex, as Adam had requested.
Nikita ran her fingers through her hair as she started to slip out of her clothing with the door slightly ajar. She couldn’t believe she had reached this point in her life that she felt comfortable with her body and being. Things were starting to make sense. Nikita glanced at the mirror and saw that Michael had turned over in bed and his eyes were wide open. Nikita stepped out of her panties and winked as she knew that Michael was watching her.
Her breasts were responding to the possibility of what would happen. She took a moment to run her hands down her chest, over the taunt nipples and then down below. She knew that her desire had grown wet inside as she still was not in the shower.
The water was hot by the time Nikita stepped into the shower. She leaned her head back to wet her blonde hair and she sighed with the pleasurable feeling of the water coating her body. She squeezed out shampoo and started to reach for her hair while turning. She started to move the shampoo into her hair as she heard the bathroom door close.
Without any hesitation, Michael was inside the shower, naked and taking over the process of washing her hair. He stood behind her underneath the shower head, continuing to help with washing her hair, acting as if that was all that was going to happen. Once her hair was rinsed, Michael followed up by smothering her hair with the conditioner and to ring it out. He rubbed his fingers forcefully against her sculpt and leaned down to whisper a reminder to Nikita’s ears. “Don’t let Adam hear us.”
Nikita leaned back and chewed on her lips as she felt Michael’s lengthening erection against her behind. Michael had finished with rinsing the conditioner and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her back towards him. Her behind was tingling with excitement as she knew Michael was ready for something more than cleaning to go on in the shower.
Michael then inched his hands from her hips to in front of her. First he teased Nikita’s belly button. Then he slowly drifted his hands down, touching the sparse blonde hairs that lead the way to Nikita’s wet folds. He deftly moved his long fingers inside and leaned his head forward again to Nikita’s ear. “Time to get the rest of you clean.”
Then Michael removed his hands. Nikita gasped with sadness but Michael chuckled slightly. He reached for the shower puff and squeezed a generous amount of shower gel on it before working up a good lather. With it, Michael washed each arm and then Nikita’s shoulders and back. Then saucily he ran the shower puff along the lines of Nikita’s behind, paying attention to each cheek. He even gently slide the soapy puff behind the cheeks and then forward, to massage her wetness.
Nikita leaned forward and placed an arm out for strength as her legs threatened to give out. Michael slightly chuckled again before turning Nikita around. He washed each breast and spent special time tweaking his fingers against her taunt nipples. Then he continued down her stomach and back to her wetness.
“I think you are clean enough now, but I think I need to check more closely,” Michael spoke with a whisper that she almost missed as Nikita could hear her heartbeat starting to race. Michael leaned forward and captured Nikita’s lips with a deep, soul penetrating kiss. His hands moved behind Nikita and used his wide hands to cup her behind to steady her. He massaged his hands slightly and Nikita squirmed with desire in his hands.
Michael allowed Nikita to feel his throbbing erection between them. He slowly pulled away from Nikita. He looked at Nikita and turned her away from her. She knew that she was safe with Michael as he rubbed his erection against Nikita’s back. His hands molded Nikita to hinge forward slightly and to hold onto the wall in front of her.
Like a piano maestro, Michael moved his fingers in a rhythm that was magical against her burning skin. The water splashed against them and only added to the eroticism of the moment. He then moved his fingers down to the opening to Nikita. He eased the folds open and rubbed his fingers along them, but not going inside. He teased Nikita as he stood there and then suddenly pulled away.
As Michael moved forward, Nikita felt the heat of the broad head of his hardness targeted right for her. He moved himself inside of Nikita with one swift push, gliding all the way inside of Nikita as she barely could keep her arms from buckling with the flood of feelings that she had. Nikita bit down on her lip so that she didn’t scream out with pleasure.
Michael placed his hands on her hips and pulled back slowly before drilling forward hard and fast. He continued that slow withdrawal and quick entry as their slick bodies slapped against each other.
Nikita looked back at Michael and he pulled her body up. He continued to move inside of her but now the strokes were smaller and rotating more than an in and out motion. Nikita leaned over her shoulder to capture Michael’s lips as he moved them back so he could support their bodies by leaning against the cool tile of the shower.
Nikita felt him growing inside of her and she knew that they both were going to reach that peak at the same time. She gasped into Michael’s mouth as she felt him pulse inside of her. He continued to stroke slightly as she clenched around him and he erupted inside of her.
As they started to breath normally again, Michael withdrew and pulled out the shower puff. “I guess you aren’t as clean as I thought.”
This time, Michael washed her to clean her. Nikita then took a turn to wash his body. She stood there as the hot water was just starting to turn lukewarm. “I have to go… make breakfast…”
“Of course,” Michael whispered as he kissed Nikita’s lips. “Till later.”
“We promised Adam…” Nikita pointed out and Michael grinned. “We were quiet.”
“But was that enough?” Nikita inquired as she reached out to the towel rack and grabbed two towels. She gave one to Michael as she started to dry her hair first. Then suddenly, Michael took her towel and wrapped it around her body. “Don’t taunt me, Kita… because then Adam would hear us…”
Nikita blushed and she kissed Michael gently. “I better find some ice for my lip… I bit it pretty good… for Adam’s sake.”
“Oh no,” Michael shook his head from side to side. “It was for our sake… because we needed it, Kita.”
Nikita smiled as Michael was right. She pulled away and swallowed. “I have to go… or…”
“I know,” Michael nodded his head as he stood there and waited for Nikita to leave the room, because it was damn tempting to just forgo Adam’s wishes right now.
[
Next Thread |
Previous Thread |
Next Message |
Previous Message
]
| |
Feedback: 