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Date Posted: Sunday, January 09, 11:56:57am
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 114+" on Friday, January 07, 08:30:18pm
Nikita pulled the light button down flannel over her yoga pants as she could feel that the weather had suddenly changed outside. She glanced out the window and saw the chilly rain falling down when it had been sunny just a couple hours ago. Nikita didn’t know how she could lose two hours taking a bath, but it felt great.
“Michael… why didn’t you and Adam call me? It’s late for dinner. Maybe we can order something?” Nikita called out as she started down the stairs and then saw how dark it was downstairs. “Michael?”
“In the den,” Michael’s voice called out gently. Nikita padded down the hallway and stopped when she looked into the den. Her mouth opened and Michael was pleased with the reaction. He moved closer to Nikita in order to bring her into the den which he had transformed partially when she was working outside and more since she started her bath.
The couch was moved away from the wall and closer to the fireplace that now had a fire roaring. It was loaded with pillows and the plain pine coffee table had disappeared and in its place was a small low table with lots of pillows around it, again, close to the fire place. It was set with a shining set of crystal and china. There were rose petals on the floor and the only light in the room was from the roaring fire and candles.
Michael was dressed in jeans and a tan sweater that Nikita wanted to touch. She felt under dressed as Michael stroked the hair off of her shoulder. “Adam is spending the night at Walter’s.”
Nikita was led to the low table and she sat down on the cushions. “Wasn’t he punished?”
“Do you want him to come back?” Michael quipped as he reached over and produced a bottle of wine. Michael knew what the answer would be and he started to pour the red wine into both of their glasses. “It’s a Shiraz… I know that you enjoy that type the most.”
Nikita smiled and nodded her head while she took the wine glass that Michael was offering her. They clicked their glasses together and both took a slow sip. Nikita looked over the rim of her glass at Michael as he was lounging a bit more, trying to be casual about this set up. Nikita placed the glass down. “Michael…”
“I’ve been planning this for a week,” Michael swirled his wine around in the glass while not looking up at Nikita. “I didn’t see the sense of letting yesterday ruin what is today.”
Nikita leaned towards Michael as she studied his face. Finally his green eyes looked at her as the fire flickered in reflection in his eyes. “Are you trying to seduce me, Michael?”
“What is meant to happen tonight will happen,” Michael replied as he pushed his body up and leaned forward. It was a tender kiss where their lips barely parted for just a fraction. Michael pulled away as he got to his feet. “I didn’t cook… but I got us dinner.”
Nikita heard the faint sounds of classical music and quickly identified it as Debussy while she was left in the room. She liked the surroundings and for now, it could just be her with Michael. She turned her head to see Michael walking back in, thankfully still with clothes on. He placed the tray down and pulled off the lid. “That looks like just fruit, Michael.”
“Apples, apricots, cherries, grapes, mangoes, papayas, peaches, pears, plums, quince, raspberries and strawberries,” Michael replied as he looked at the tray and settled on the floor. “But we’ll have to feed each other. I can’t find any silverware.”
Nikita licked her lips slowly and tossed her hair to the other side while easing closer to Michael. “Really? No silverware?”
“Nope,” Michael shook his head as he looked at the tray and pulled the strawberry up. “You look like you are starving.”
“I’m ravenous,” Nikita huskily replied as she parted her mouth. Michael traced the strawberry along Nikita’s lips and finally Nikita snapped her mouth around the fruit. She slowly chewed while she closed her eyes while the strawberry burst in flavor in her mouth. “Yummy…”
“Do you want to try a grape?” Michael leaned in closer and lifted up the grape. Nikita’s eyes gazed at the grape and she easily captured the grape, and a bit of Michael’s fingers in her mouth. She rolled the grape out of Michael’s grasp with her tongue and held onto one finger as Michael slowly pulled them away. Nikita then slowly rolled the grape around in her mouth as she watched Michael readjust on the cushion before chewing it slowly. “You can be a minx at times, Kita.”
“I think that’s what you desire right now,” Nikita whispered after licking her lips and leaned in closer. She took a brief kiss and didn’t pull away too far. “Mango.”
“Wh-what?” Michael questioned as he tilted his head and ran his hand behind her shoulder, moving closer. Nikita glanced to the tray and then tilted her head in the opposite direction. “I want mango next. It looks wonderful… nice and… juicy.”
Michael didn’t reach for the mango. Instead, he moved forward and held onto Nikita as his mouth eased over hers. His tongue was against hers as he shifted and eased Nikita down onto the cushions. Nikita arched into the kiss and even moaned with the growing heat that was not being caused by the fire or the candles.
Michael ran his fingers into her blonde hair as he held her mouth and took possession of her mouth. Nikita rolled her body against Michael’s as he continued to stay off to the side, but almost ready to take a position above her body. He pulled his hands to force himself to move away from the kiss. But it was only to drop his mouth to her neck. He kissed the tender skin as Nikita’s hands tried to reach him and pull him into the dominate position.
“Kita…” Michael rasped as he felt her roll her hips so that her firm leg ran along the throbbing erection that wanted released from his jeans. His plans were to get through the meal that was ready. The fruit tray was the beginning. There was an entrée and a dessert, but those were forgotten as their bodies flared with unbridled passion that needed to be handled immediately.
He often never found himself above Nikita as such as he did straddle her legs. But it caused the passion to burn even more fiercely as Nikita reached up and pulled his head down to her lips again. She was leading him to further the kiss and to rub harder against her clothed body. She sunk into the cushions and returned his passionate plunging kisses with the same force that Michael exerted. He felt her legs part and he soon eased his own clothed body between the legs, moving his head again to her neck although he wished that he could kiss her neck and tango with her tongue at the same time.
His hands were all over her body and finally found the bottom of the flannel shirt. He could have plucked the buttons off, but instead, Michael eased his hands underneath the buttery material and touched Nikita’s taunt stomach. He lifted his head up to see Nikita moan with pleasure and then he kissed her again. Nikita’s body undulated more to urge Michael on. He used the softness of the cushions to eased his hands underneath her back and unhook her bra. Not completely free from the bra, Michael pushed the material up over her breasts with his long fingers as he plunged his tongue deeper into Nikita’s body, wondering if he was going to lose control while fully clothed.
He would have been lying if he had said that he hadn’t been waiting to make love to Nikita. In fact, when he first realized that Nikita was alive and out in the world, he thought about this moment, of when he would make love to the woman that he loved. His fingers barely touched the smooth peach skin of Nikita’s breasts. Layers of clothes stopped him from feeling her the way that he desired, but his fingers soon cupped the sides of her breasts, causing Nikita to break the kiss and gasp out almost breathlessly. She looked at Michael with her vivid blue eyes and rasped, “Michael.”
His index finger and his thumb caught the right nipple that had already grown pleasurably taunt and rolled it slightly to make it grow even more, if that was possible. He kissed Nikita’s neck as he rolled his hips so that his rigid hardness rubbed through Nikita’s yoga pants. He could feel the heat and Michael remembered clearly how it felt to be within Nikita’s body, cloaked in its warm and strength. He suckled at her neck as his other hand found her other nipple and proceeded with the same sort of treatment.
Michael desired to suckle at the very nipples that he tweaked gently, but as he eased his head down he saw the flannel blocking the path. He pulled away just slightly and waited for Nikita to focus her eyes on him. “Michael…”
“God, I need you Kita,” Michael whispered as he dropped his hands from Nikita’s breast to her back. He shifted back on his knees as he lifted Nikita up from the cushions. “But not here… not like this…”
Nikita gazed at Michael and tried to kiss him. She didn’t care where they were right now. They could be on cold hard cement, Nikita just wanted him. “Mi-chael…”
Michael felt the war in his body with the way that Nikita spoke his name. He was just a hair away from throwing her back down onto the cushions and having his way with her, damning his plans. But it had been too long and this night was not for the living room. It was for their room. “No long, my Kita…”
Michael swiftly stood up while picking Nikita up in his arms. He knew that it was his need to get Nikita to their bedroom that made it feasible that he could walk with her. It was a challenge as he stopped at the stairs and supported her against the wall while he just had to kiss her again. He felt her wide open legs wrap around her and he swore that her essence had soaked through all the layers of clothing that was between them. It was so tempting.
But not like this.
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