Chapter 11 Lily #2
Instead, every nerve in my body feels like a live wire.
If I glance sideways, I can see the slow flex of his jaw as he chews on his bottom lip, absorbed.
I can see the way his thumb strokes absent circles over the spine of the book without him noticing.
And it drives me mad that he can be this calm, this solid, while I sit here convinced the plane is just one bump away from dropping out of the sky.
Another small dip shudders through the cabin and I tense, gripping the edge of my book. Panic claws up my throat before I can stop it. My hands snap to the armrests, white-knuckled, while my breath comes in short, sharp bursts.
Aleksandr’s hand finds mine instantly, prying my fingers loose. He balances the book on the outer armrest, and leans in closer until I can see every dark lash around those grey eyes, every drop of patience and focus fixed solely on me.
“Lily, look at me,” he says, his voice is low and commanding. My eyes dart to his, wide with panic. His free hand cups my cheek, his thumb brushing over my skin in a slow, calming motion. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”
I nod, trying to steady my breathing, but another jolt sends a sharp thud through the plane, and I flinch. His lips curve into a devilish smirk, and suddenly, his hand moves from my cheek to my thigh, his fingers tracing lazy circles over the fabric of my skirt.
“Aleksandr,” I whisper, my voice trembling, but not just from fear this time. His touch is insistent, sliding higher, the heat of his palm searing through the thin material. “What are you—”
“Shh,” he interrupts, his breath warm against my ear. “Let me distract you.” His fingers inch higher still, slipping beneath the hem of my skirt, and my breath hitches as they brush against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.
My legs instinctively part slightly, and he chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that sends a shiver down my spine. God, he knows exactly what he’s doing. His fingers trail higher, grazing the edge of my panties, and I bite my lip to stifle a moan.
“You’re so tense,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear again. “Relax for me, Moya.”
His fingers dip beneath the lace, and I gasp as they find my slick folds. He teases me slowly, dragging his fingertips through my wetness, and I can feel myself growing hotter, my body responding to his every touch despite the chaos around us.
“Aleksandr,” I whimper, my hips bucking involuntarily as he brushes against my clit. His other hand tightens on mine, pinning it to the armrest as he continues his relentless exploration.
“That’s it,” he growls softly, his fingers circling my clit with just the right amount of pressure. “Let go for me.”
I’m trembling now, but not from fear. My entire body is alight with pleasure, every nerve ending on fire as he works me closer and closer to the edge. The turbulence fades into the background, replaced by the roar of blood in my ears and the low, possessive sounds he’s making next to me.
He slides a finger inside me then and I gasp way too loudly for being on a goddamn airplane. Fuck. My eyes dart around real quick but no one seems to be paying attention as the personal flight attendant and the pilot are both attending to their respective duties, giving us privacy.
“Quiet,” he whispers into my ear as he starts pumping that thick finger in and out of me while swirling little circles on my clit with his thumb.
Oh fuck – it’s hard not to moan when it feels this good; like liquid heat is pooling lower by the second while everything else disappears except him and those sinful hands doing things they have no business doing here on this goddamn plane ride…
My head falls back against the head rest involuntarily as another wave hits hard–not turbulence this time but pure fucking pleasure radiating outward from where he’s touching me now with such precision that all coherent thought goes out the window.
“You’re going to be a naughty fucking girl and cum all over my fingers, aren’t you?”
His words send a jolt of electricity through me, and I can feel myself growing even wetter in response. He knows exactly what he’s doing, how to tease me until I’m ready to beg. His fingers start moving again, slow and deliberate, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
The turbulence outside seems to intensify, matching the storm raging inside me. The plane shakes and jolts, but I barely notice. All I can focus on is Aleksandr—his fingers inside me, his lips on my neck, his breath hot against my skin. He’s everywhere, consuming me completely.
My breathing becomes ragged, my chest rising and falling rapidly as the pleasure builds to an almost unbearable level. I can feel myself teetering on the edge, so close to the release I’ve been craving.
“Please…” I whisper, the word slipping out before I can stop it.
“Please what?” he asks, his voice thick with desire. He knows exactly what I want, but he’s going to make me say it.
“Please let me come,” I beg, my voice trembling as much as my body.
He chuckles darkly, the sound sending a fresh wave of heat through me. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his fingers moving faster now, more insistently. “Come for me.”
His words push me over the edge, and I explode in a wave of ecstasy so intense it feels like I’m being ripped apart and put back together all at once.
My body convulses, my legs shaking uncontrollably as I ride out the waves of pleasure crashing through me.
He doesn’t stop, his fingers continuing to work me through every spasm until I’m left a trembling, sweaty mess.
When it’s over, I collapse back into the seat, completely spent. My chest rises and falls rapidly as I try to catch my breath, my entire body tingling with the aftershocks of what just happened. Aleksandr pulls his fingers out of me slowly, and I can’t help but whimper at the loss of contact.
He brings his fingers to his lips, his eyes locked on mine as he slowly licks them clean. The sight is so erotic it sends a fresh jolt of desire through me, even though I’m still recovering from the intensity of my orgasm.
“Delicious,” he murmurs, his voice low and dark.