Chapter 4
Amanda
E van’s hands worked their way over to the rounded edge of my shoulders, taking my blazer along for the ride. The wool garment slid off my body, baring my neck. Air tickled my exposed skin until he moved his head and blocked the vent. The wash of air from the vent wafted his scent into my nostrils. He smelled so good.
Alarms rang in my head. Are you sure you want to be doing this? Of course I was sure I wanted it. The real question was, did I want to deal with the fallout? Win, lose, or draw, this was going to seriously complicate my life.
At the moment, though, it didn’t seem to matter. Not as much as the fiery pulses of delight triggered by Evan’s nimble fingertips. I shivered as his hot breath hit the nape of my neck. His lips settled onto my skin and a gasp forced its way from my mouth.
“Amanda…”
He had a way of saying my name, as if his tongue caressed every syllable. Evan pronounced it like a one-word poem, a sacred incantation.
Evan’s hands moved the shoulder straps of my cami down and away. He peeled the fabric off of my breasts. I moaned as he kissed and suckled on my neck. Amazing sensations flowed through every nerve, pushing me into a higher state of arousal .
One hand moved around to the back. My bra came undone almost immediately. His smoothness at the task should have been alarming, I supposed. I mean, no one was that adept without a ton of practice. But in the heat of the moment, it just made me feel like I was being taken care of.
And besides, it’s best to take your engine to an experienced mechanic when it’s time to be serviced. And I could already tell Evan was an expert-level mechanic.
It wasn’t just the things he did to me; it was the way he did them. The way he seemed to savor every stroke of his fingers, every lick of his tongue, every deep inhale with his face buried in my hair. He seemed intent on absorbing every sensual aspect of my being.
My breasts came free as he peeled the demi bra off. It fell down onto my lap, then slid on the floor. Part of my mind thought I should pick it up—it was an expensive, very supportive bra with no underwire—but then he cupped my breasts in his big, powerful hands. He lifted them up, freeing me from the weight of the world. A sigh one part relief two parts wantonness hissed from my mouth.
“I’ve thought of nothing but making love to you since we met,” he whispered in my ear right before he gently bit the lobe. I cried out, a deep pang throbbing through my pussy.
“I thought this was about business,” I said in a sharp gasp. My voice sounded to me as if it came from far away for some reason.
“It was supposed to be, but you’ve got a hold on me.” His fingers swept up and caressed my nipples with long, slow strokes. “I just can’t help myself.”
The seat was a barrier between us. Suddenly it seemed like too much. I wanted to feel his body against my own. I started to rise, to go to him and hold him in my arms like I ached to. Instead, he firmly pushed me back into the seat.
“I’m not done taking care of you yet,” he purred into my ear. I laughed, a giddy warmth going through my body .
“I want to feel you,” I groaned. It was as articulate as I could get, with the heady rushes of pleasure elicited by his every touch ruling my senses.
“In good time, you’ll get to feel… everything.”
I gasped as he kissed my neck again, just the way I liked best. His grunts and growls of hungry delight pushed me along toward the edge of a climax just as much as his fiery touches and smoldering kisses. One of his hands slid down to the waistband of my skirt.
With expert aplomb, he hiked up the front of my skirt from my knees to my waist with just one hand. Again, I got the feeling he’d done this a lot. And now he was doing it with me.
The kinds of thoughts that went through my head were insipid. I had my head thrown back, so I was looking through the clear roof of the cabin at the sunset-tinged clouds. I should have been thinking of something poetic or majestic to match the phenomenal view.
Instead, I just kept thinking I should have worn sexier underwear. My plain white satin panties were comfy, but not something a sexy woman in a movie would wear.
If he cared, he didn’t say anything. Evan’s fingers traced through the groove of my pussy, separated from my skin only by the satin panties. My hips moved of their own accord as I thrust myself against him.
“Oh, do you like that?” His voice was a velvety soft whisper, caressing my ears and tickling my brain with delight.
“Yes,” I cried sharply as he continued to toy with my pussy through the panties.
He hooked the fingers of one hand into the hemline of the panties and tugged the fabric to the side. I bit down on my bottom lip and felt a rush of shame, my cheeks turning purple with it. He could see how my body was so ready for him, so wide open and dripping wet .
“Your pussy is even cuter than I thought it would be,” he rumbled. “In fact, it’s the cutest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
I stared up at the stratosphere as we sailed through the heavens. Literally and figuratively. Evan gently stroked his finger along my swollen outer labia, getting his fingers wet with my juices. Slowly, he rubbed me from the base of my clit down to the pink trench between my wide-open pussy lips.
Evan’s explorations felt amazing. He let out grunts of awe and delight as he opened my petals and divulged so many of my secrets.
“You have a very responsive pussy, Amanda,” he whispered. His face hovered inches from where his fingers played.
“Not usually,” I gasped, and it was the truth. I’ve had a couple of guys try to pleasure me with their hands or even their mouths and they just fumbled around so much it killed the mood.
Evan played me like an instrument and let me know that there were things I liked I hadn’t even thought of. His fingers slipped inside of me, causing my mouth to fly open. A second later, I let out a high-pitched cry as he latched onto my left pussy lip and suckled like a greedy calf.
My hands went to the back of his head on instinct. His hair felt so good, so luxurious in my fingers. The sexy grunts and growls he issued into my skin let me know just how much fun he was having giving me pleasure.
I could say Evan was a ruthless businessman and master manipulator. I could not say he was a selfish lover. Not by any stretch of the imagination. He hadn’t even tried to extort a promise of reciprocation before going down on me. He did it because he wanted to.
Because he knew doing it would get me off.
I twisted and writhed under his tongue. I was grateful for the engine’s background hum to drown out my sharp cries and deep moans. No one would possibly mistake what we were doing back there if they could hear.
I glanced off to the side, through the clear cabin wall, and spotted another plane in the distance. The thought that I was exposed to them was downright silly, considering the distance, but the lack of opaque walls made it feel that way.
He tugged his head backward, stretching my pussy lip out in the most delightful way. He let it slip from his mouth, and then dove after the one on the opposite side. All the while, he worked his fingers in gently, moving them about in slow, sensual circles. I think he had three in me at that point. My body just opened up and welcomed him inside.
Evan moved his mouth upward, extending his tongue and licking my clitoris, mound and all, with thorough firmness. My mouth flew open with a long, guttural moan. Pleasure throbbed through me. I was so close to orgasm.
So fucking close I almost couldn’t stand it.
He licked me again, nudging me up and along, but not over the edge. Evan slowed his pace, both his fingers and his tongue. Every lick pushed me right up to the brink of coming hard, but then he would move away, and I would settle down just enough that the next lick wouldn’t suffice.
“Oh god,” I cried. “Oh god, please.”
It was all I could form the words to say. Evan latched onto my clitoris with his lips. I sucked in a rasping, ragged gasp of air as he suckled intensely. The next moment I let it out as I crashed, stampeded, and trampled over the precipice of orgasm. I came hard . All of that teasing built me up like Mount Saint Helens.
Contractions seized my body as pulse after pulse of pleasure flooded my system. I stared up at the sun-dappled clouds in the sky and felt as if my soul dwelt there among them. For a moment I felt connected to everything, most of all Evan.
He lifted his face from my crotch, dripping wet with my juices. Evan rose to his feet and pulled his shirt off. I gaped at the sight of his chest. He looked like a professional athlete, rippling with chiseled muscle. His broad shoulders tapered down to a leanly muscled waist. Then he stripped off his pants, and between the pillars of his thighs I saw the bulge in his silk underwear.
Evan was so caring, so nurturing that I couldn’t reconcile it with his ruthless public persona. I couldn’t believe that anyone who could make me feel that amazing and be that selfless while he was doing it could be a ruthless bastard. His eyes made me want to melt; they weren’t cold at all.
I reached up and pulled his underwear down. He laughed and petted the back of my head as I stripped him. I stared at his shaven cock, and it was magnificent all right. Not practical-joke big, but damn . A thick vein curled around the edge of his shaft, throbbing with the beating of his heart.
Evan lifted me to my feet, then tugged the hem of my cami top. I lifted my arms over my head so he could take it off of me. He mashed his lips against my own the second the cami hit the floor. I moaned softly into his mouth, and I realized it was our first kiss.
He was a hell of a kisser. Not darting his tongue in and out like a lizard or anything. He tasted damn good and took charge. Only he didn’t take charge so he could get what he wanted. He did it to give me what I wanted. I surrendered to his sensual embrace, basking in the glow of his intense desire.
I slipped out of my panties and shimmied out of the skirt as he came up for air. His hand caressed my cheek. Evan’s gaze emanated heat on a lot of levels as he took in the sight of my fully nude body.
Then he grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around to face away from him. Evan pushed me forward until my hands slapped on the tabletop. He moved up behind me, soft palms accessing the curve of my hips. I sighed, staring up into the sunset sky through the see-through cabin panels .
I swiveled my hips, trying to entice him to give me what we both wanted. It worked like a charm. He dragged his shaft through the groove of my dripping wet pussy. My mouth flew open in a long cry as he slid the crown of his cock between my swollen, dripping wet pussy lips.
Inch by inch, he slid inside of me. My eyes squeezed shut against the natural splendor, because I was riding the waves of intense pleasure just from being penetrated by him. I shivered with a climax even before he slid in all the way.
His cock slid in until his balls slapped against my flesh. A sharp pinch heralded a wave of bliss throbbing through my body.
“I feel so full,” I gasped. “Oh god, Evan. Oh god, it feels so good.”
“Your pussy feels perfect around my cock,” he hissed through clenched teeth. I could feel him trembling against me, inside of me. He was fighting the urge to come. I made it hard for him, literally, as I ground my ass against him, pumping my hips like a piston.
He took the bait and thrust into me. I cried out, my hands gripping the sides of the table as a wave of pleasure flowed over and through me. I opened my eyes and saw the purple-streaked sky near the setting sun. It perfectly encapsulated what I felt in that moment.
Evan thrust into me, his own cries of delight filling the air, mingling with my moans and sighs. I opened my eyes as he pushed me right over the edge of climax. I came harder than before, my nails raking lines in the enameled tabletop as I screamed, my throat raw.
He came inside of me, grunting and straining his taut body against my own. I felt his cock throbbing inside of me as he emptied out. He pulled me up into his embrace, kissing the back of my neck and wrapping his arms around my waist.
I whimpered with disappointment as his cock slid out of me. He smiled and then pulled me down to the cabin floor. He laid me on the transparent surface and then knelt between my thighs.
“I want you so bad, Amanda,” he whispered.
I let out a soft cry as he slid inside of me. My pussy contracted, as if trying to draw him further inside of me. It felt like we were just streaking through the sky, no plane, no pilot, no limits, making love like a pair of ancient Greek gods.
He collapsed on top of me, our sweat mingling as it cooled. I held onto him in my embrace as we cuddled together on the floor of the plane. I couldn’t believe that I was with Evan Jones. He was so out of my league that he might as well have been standing on the moon. But he was there with me, in the now.
“So,” I said dreamily. “What business did you have to discuss?”
“I want you to plan my wedding.”