Chapter Thirty-Nine
CAMILA
I remembered his insinuation that we might do... naughty things... on that plane if Alice and her nanny weren't there. The thought of having his naked body next to mine and being touched the way he had touched me in his house when he took my virginity flooded my mind.
“We are not alone, Mr. Turner,” I warned him. I realized that, in more intimate moments, he liked to be called that way.
“We aren’t, and that is the only reason we will need to restrain ourselves.”
“ You 'll need to restrain yourself.”
“For real? So, you're not turned on?”
The way he said the last two words, whispering in my ear, sent chills through every pore of my skin. But I stood my ground.
“I'm not. This is no place for that.”
“Well, I bet you are.”
“I'm not. And you have no way of proving it.”
“Oh, I do... your body gives very clear signals, my dear... But we can start by getting a little more comfortable.”
He adjusted the two seats, placing them in a lying position, so that the people in the front of the aircraft would not be able to see us unless they came closer.
Which apparently wouldn’t happen. The staff were in the cabin and the nanny was even snoring in the seat furthest forward, along with Alice.
He brought his hand to my face, gently tracing the back of his fingers across my cheek. It was as if my skin burned from the contact. His thumb trailed across my lips, his hand slowly moving down my jaw to my neck, and then all the way back up.
I didn't want to let my own breathing betray me, but I couldn't control it and had to part my lips to be able to breathe better.
And if I thought those caresses were already driving me crazy enough, I didn't expect it to get worse. The hand went down again, this time down my collarbones, going to my breasts over the thin fabric of the dress I was wearing.
Attentive to his hungry gaze, I saw him look down and his lips curve into a mischievous half-smile.
His fingers began to circle one of my nipples, slowly and torturously.
The thin cup of the dress was not enough to soften the contact.
I felt that my nipples were hardening due to his touches and, I was sure, Michael could also feel it in his touch.
So much so that he declared, in a calm tone of voice, “That's one of the signs...”
What the hell! How could that man mess with me like that with such ease? God, was I turned on? I was about to rip off my clothes and spread my legs for him right there.
But, obviously, lucidity soon warned me that this would not be possible.
And I wasn't willing to give in either, so I looked for an excuse for my own body's reaction.
“I should’ve brought a coat, this air conditioning is making me cold, that's all.”
He laughed, obviously disbelieving my words. However, he got up anyway, opening a cabinet above our seats and taking out a duvet, which he used to cover me. He lay down on his side, facing me, also covering himself.
“Are you warm now, Miss Camila?”
“I am, Mr. Turner. Thank you for being such a kind boss.”
“You're welcome. Although I don't think you felt cold. After all, I'm sure there's a part of you that's quite warm right now.”
Underneath the covers, he lowered his hand again. I held my breath, holding back any sound that might escape my lips as I realized where he was going with this. His fingers slid lightly over the fabric of my dress and my panties.
“It's indeed really hot...” he whispered in my ear. “And I believe that counts as another one of your body's signals.”
“That’s not fair, Michael,” I whispered back, feeling my face heat up. “You can’t do this to me. We’re not alone here, remember?”
“They can't hear us from the cabin. And Alanis and Alice are asleep, and even if they wake up, they have no way of seeing us.”
“But they might hear it and end up waking up.”
“They won't if you're a good girl and control yourself.”
His fingers exerted a little more pressure in their caresses, and I sucked in a sharp breath. I thought I could keep it up, but he pulled my dress aside and, under the covers, his hand slipped into my panties.
I pressed one leg tightly against the other, until his whispered voice in my ear made a new wave of shivers spread through my body. “Open up to me, my love.”
“Don't do this to me, Michael...” I pleaded.
“Don't you like this?” The fingers continued to caress my labia. It was becoming torture.
“I won't be able to control myself,” I confessed. And a new smile appeared on his lips.
“Alright then... Let's stop here...”
His hand slid back and forth a few more times before he began to withdraw it.
Fuck, it was too late. I couldn't hold back any longer.
I grabbed his arm tightly and, looking him in the eyes, I spread my legs a little, giving him the signal that I didn't want him to stop.
Another smile. I bit my bottom lip hard to keep from moaning as his fingers slid down to my slit, then returned until they found my clit.
“I believe this is the definitive sign,” he stated, probably referring to how wet I already was.
And by that point, I was no longer able to deny it. As his finger moved back and forth, I covered my face with the comforter, trying to stifle my moans. Michael used his free hand to uncover it.
“I want to watch you while I pleasure you, Miss Collins. I like to supervise my employee's work.”
“And what do you want me to do, sir?” I prompted, although I knew that playing that game was a mistake.
“I just want your answers. Is that okay?”
Was it good? I think my lips would bleed from how much I pressed them together to keep from moaning.
“It...”
“What did you say?”
“It is, sir...”
“What about this?” He focused himself on my clit, putting a little more pressure on his finger.
This time, I couldn’t hold back a moan that was nearly a scream. Michael muffled the sound by pressing his lips against mine, his tongue wreaking havoc with mine just like his hand was doing down below.
He started to speed up his movements and my hips started to move at the same pace. I felt the first waves of pleasure radiate through my thighs and I was almost there when he slowed down, pulling a noise of protest from my throat.
His mouth released mine and he whispered again, while using his free hand to buckle my seatbelt. “You need to be quiet, Miss Collins, your hips moving can make a lot of noise... let me take care of everything.”
“Yes, sir...” I whispered, although it was almost impossible to stay quiet.
My God, I wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer...
“Does it feel good like this, Miss Collins?”
“It's...”
“It’s what?”
A little more pressure on his finger almost made me scream. I took a deeper breath, swallowing hard.
“It's very good, sir.”
“Very good... You're doing a great job.” My muscles began to contract and he, noticing this, changed the movement and reduced the pace again. “But you must wait for my authorization to finish, okay?”
“Michael, please,” I whimpered. “Mr. Turner... I want... please...”
“You want... this?” Then, he surprised me even more when, without any warning, he inserted a finger inside me.
Holy shit!
I didn't even know it was what I wanted before I received it.
He soon inserted another finger, moving two inside me, while his thumb massaged my clitoris.
I gritted my teeth as I moaned softly and whimpered words that not even I could decipher. He moved closer to me and used his free hand to guide my head, bringing my face against his chest. I sank into it, trying to muffle the sounds of pleasure that I couldn't control.
The movements increased, tearing away all that was left of my sanity. He couldn't stop now. I felt a crazy urgency to get to a place I couldn't even describe.
“You are authorized, miss,” he whispered in my ear in an extremely sensual way. “Cum for me, my love.”
And I obeyed. Strapped in by the seatbelt, my muscles contracted in the most complete sensation of pleasure. Hearing a few low moans from Michael in my ear was all I needed to launch myself into orgasm.
Until a few days ago, I didn't even know what an orgasm was. And now here I was, having one in an airplane seat, with other people around me who had no idea what was happening and with only Michael's hand as the instrument.
He unbuckled my belt, and I turned, leaning over his body, my head resting on his shoulder, feeling his arms around me as I struggled to regulate my breathing.
“When we get there, you won't have to hold back anymore. You can scream as much as you want. And I promise I'll make sure you do.”
That was a promise I intended to make him keep.
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