Chapter 15 #2
She arched back at the sensation, leaning on her hands. Fortunately, it was a sturdy desk. The shoulder of her dress slid down to her elbow, exposing one of her breasts.
As he continued his tender torture, he reached up to the other side, sliding the remaining strap off her shoulder so that her dress fell to her waist, exposing her entire chest. As he held her hips, she pinched and teased her own breasts, intensifying the wave of sensation that was overtaking her.
She writhed against him as he put a finger inside her, making her shudder.
Closing her eyes, she was in Hank’s airplane again, soaring through the air, no engine, only the caress of the wind against her skin.
As the ground grew closer and treetops went whipping past, the intensity of the sensation increased.
Her senses sharpened as Hank’s skilled hand guided them in for a landing.
Everything went white as she touched the ground, shuddering to a stop.
Panting, she watched Hank stand up, dressed only in his union suit and pants, an impressive erection tenting the fabric.
She traced her fingers up the bulge, and he took a sharp, hissing breath.
“Fuck,” he muttered through gritted teeth, shuddering from head to toe.
“That’s my plan,” she said, sliding off the bureau, letting her dress drop to the floor, and unhooking her garter belt so that she was completely naked. Then she pulled him by the waist of his pants toward the bed.
“I didn’t mean… I don’t think we should…”
For God’s sake, why was he fighting her on this? He obviously wanted it too. Her hands on his hips, she maneuvered him until his calves hit the bed and began unbuttoning his union suit from the top. “Fuck?”
He gasped hearing her say that word and clutched her convulsively against his arousal. It seemed he liked it when she talked dirty.
“It’s my birthday, Hank. I want you inside me.”
“God, I want that too, but—”
“I choose my own risks. No one else chooses for me. Besides, I’m wearing protection.” At his raised eyebrows, she added, “I have a diaphragm.” It hadn’t been easy to get, but she was glad of the freedom it offered.
“There’s still a risk that—”
It was sweet of him to be so considerate, but really, enough was enough.
“Hush,” she said, whispering in his ear and biting his earlobe, making him gasp.
She reached the waistband of his pants and slid the arms of his union suit over his shoulder, leaving his delectable, sculpted chest bare for her perusal.
Her fingers continued downward, and his pants fell around his ankles.
She unbuttoned the last buttons of his union suit and pushed it down so that he was fully revealed.
Taking a step back to enjoy the sight, she said, “My God, you’re a beautiful man, and I am one very lucky woman.”
His dark hair and dramatic brow reminded her of the movie star, Douglas Fairbanks.
His brown eyes were hot coals, flecked with golden flame.
But it was his body that was truly breathtaking.
He put the Greek statues at the Metropolitan Museum of Art to shame with the chiseled chest and sculpted arms. His legs had muscles she never knew existed.
And then there was his cock, standing tall and proud against a spray of coarse black hair. She wanted him inside her now.
“Lay down,” she ordered, and he complied.
The sight of him stretched out before her at her command made her feel so powerful.
Yes, this was exactly where she wanted this gorgeous specimen of a man.
She climbed up and straddled him so that his cock was sliding against her, right where she wanted it.
The intimate friction made her gasp as her wetness slicked his cock.
She could come just rocking against him like this.
“Oh Christ,” he said through gritted teeth.
“That’s it. Surrender, Hank. We both know how this is going to end.
” Judging from the desperate glint in his eye, he was moments away from caving.
She needed to hear him say it, needed to know that he needed this every bit as much as she did.
Taking him in hand, she rubbed his tip against her opening, and his eyes rolled back in his head.
She slid him in ever so slightly then pulled back. “Do you surrender?”
He was silent for a long moment, jaw clenched, and brow furrowed, a pleading look in his eyes. He exhaled slowly. “I surrender.”
Yes!
“Thank God,” she whispered and slid down onto him, rocking and taking him deeper with each movement, savoring the triumph of his capitulation.
His mouth hung open, and his breathing was shallow as she progressed.
The sensation of fullness and deep pleasure was almost too much for her when she had taken him to the hilt.
Something about the size and shape of him pressed in a way that made her shudder in ecstasy.
As she began to move, he rubbed against a magical spot that she’d never known existed, sending shockwaves out to her fingers and toes.
“You feel. So. Good,” she gasped, barely able to form words. “Never felt. Like this. Before.”
It was hard to form words or even thoughts when each stroke seemed to shatter her body and soul. It obliterated everything, this bright, crackling connection between them. She moved her hips in a slow and steady rhythm, needing to take her time with the new intensity.
“Me neither,” he said, his voice strained and ragged.
She wanted to prolong the moment, but her body had its own ideas. She began quickening her rhythm almost imperceptibly.
“More,” she heard herself say, though how she could possibly take more was hard to imagine.
Hank answered by flipping her on her back, to reach new depths within her. Each thrust was a blinding explosion, building toward something bigger still. “Rory,” he said with such sweet reverence everything inside her clenched, making him cry out.
“Kiss me,” she said, and he did. It was a soft and tender kiss, entirely unlike their furious kisses earlier.
It was as if he was trying to convey some unnamed emotion as he took her.
Her heart responded to his silent call, falling a little bit in love despite her best intentions.
He was offering more than his body, and she wanted it all. Consequences be damned.
“So beautiful,” he whispered. “So brave. I’ve never met anyone like you, so passionate, so daring, so alive. I could have you every night for my whole life, and it wouldn’t be enough.”
Her heart softened further as a wave of sensation built.
“Please don’t let this be the last time.
” As he said it, she knew she felt the same.
This was supposed to be a fling. She was supposed to bed him once and get him out of her system.
But somehow it had gotten out of hand and turned into something more.
He wanted her, not her father’s money, not a pretty girl to brag about, not even a quick fuck.
Somehow, miraculously, he saw what no one else could see, touched her with a hungry reverence that she’d never experienced before.
She had to keep seeing him. She knew already that tonight couldn’t possibly be enough.
“It won’t be,” she said before she could stop herself.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She was supposed to stay in control.
She couldn’t afford to have feelings. He was a pilot.
Not only would her family never approve, but she was setting herself up for heartbreak.
She spent the last month learning exactly how much pain could come from loving a pilot.
But dear God, this couldn’t stop. She needed so much more.
He kissed her again, drawing her in, savoring lips and tongue, as the wave within her continued to build. Her whole body trembled with the crescendo of sensation. And then it was upon her. Obliterating ecstasy shot through her, sending her to the sweet oblivion of bliss.
As if from a great distance, she felt his thrusts gain strength, and then he groaned and pulled out. Something wet splashed across her belly, and he collapsed beside her.
She floated back down from ecstasy to find him watching her intently. He leaned in for a long, slow kiss. “Happy birthday, Rory Belmont.”
She gave him a sly smile. “Why thank you, Hank.”