Chapter 61
Chapter Sixty-One
RICCI
Ikiss her like a starving man, because that is what I am.
Over the past few weeks, she’s become even more intoxicating to me.
No matter what we do, no matter how many times I have her, I just can’t get enough, but right now I’m trying to stay cognizant of the driver in front.
So I force myself to pull back, while my hand stays on her thigh, though, thumb stroking slow circles.
Her cheeks flush, eyes dark with the same hunger I feel. We manage to behave for the rest of the drive, but the tension between us is thick enough to cut. When we finally pull up to the private airstrip, I dismiss the flight attendant the second she steps forward to greet us.
“We won’t need anything on this flight, and we don’t want to be disturbed for the entire duration. Don’t worry, you’ll be paid for your services, regardless,” I tell her, my tone leaving no room for argument.
She looks confused and a bit shocked, eyes widening for a split second, but she’s been around long enough to know better than to question an order given so decisively. She gives a quick nod, steps back, watches silently as we enter the cabin.
I just about manage to wait until the door closes behind us, and we’re in the air, before the restraint I’ve been holding onto snaps.
“Come here,” I command as I settle into the wide leather seat.
There is a cheeky look in her eyes as she slides onto my lap and straddles me, her dress riding up her thighs. I can feel the heat of her through the thin fabric, and it makes my cock twitch hard against my zipper. My heart is so full it feels like it’s about to burst.
“Ever been fucked on a plane?” I drawl, my hands sliding up her thighs, fingers brushing the edge of her panties.
She blushes, the pink spreading up her neck and in her cheeks. She shakes her head, biting her lip. “No… I haven’t.”
“You?” Her voice is shy, almost breathless, and it makes me smile.
“I have. But never with my wife.” The words slip out easily. There’s a sense of camaraderie in it now. “So now… guess it’s time to correct the situation.”
She blushes harder, glancing toward the cockpit like she’s half-expecting someone to walk in. It amuses me how shy she still gets sometimes, even after everything we’ve done together. She looks back at me, eyes dark and wanting, and asks softly, “Is this why you sent the stewardess off?”
I smile, slow and wicked, my hands tightening on her hips. “Maybe.”
We shed each other’s clothes, hands moving with urgent familiarity. I lean in and suck one nipple into my mouth, slow and deep, tongue swirling around the tight peak while my hand palms the other. She moans softly, arching into me as she frees my cock from my pants.
I love it when she rides me in this position.
I can stare straight into her eyes and watch every flicker, every flutter of her lashes, every tiny change in her expression as I touch her, as I fill her. It’s intimate. I don’t just feel her. I see her. All of her. And it undoes me.
I push her panties aside with one hand, my fingers brushing the slick heat of her. She’s already dripping wet for me… so ready. I line myself up, the thick head of my cock pressing against her entrance, and push into her in one slow, smooth, deliberate thrust.
The fullness is exquisite.
Tight, wet, perfect heat grips every inch of me as I slide deep, stretching her open until I’m buried to the hilt.
She gasps sharply, her nails digging into my shoulders.
Her walls flutter around me, clenching and releasing like she’s trying to pull me even deeper.
I groan low in my throat and hold still for a moment just to feel her.
Feel the way she pulses around me, the way her body trembles as it adjusts to the stretch.
Then she starts to ride me.
Tentative at first. Rolling her hips in languid, sensual circles that make my head fall back against the seat.
I watch her through half-lidded eyes, mesmerized by the way her breasts bounce with every movement, the way her lips part on the soft, desperate little sounds that go straight to my cock.
My hands slide to her ass, gripping the soft flesh, guiding her gently, helping her find the rhythm she wants.
I let her set the pace for a while.
I want her to take what she needs and lose herself without any inhibitions.
Slowly, she grows bolder, rolling her hips faster, grinding down harder, taking me deeper with every movement.
As her body slides wetly up and down my cock I keep my eyes on her face, watching the way her cheeks flush darker, her lashes flutter, and the way her mouth falls open when I hit that perfect spot inside her.
Eventually, I can’t hold back anymore.
I grip her hips tighter, and with my fingers digging into her tender flesh, I start pounding up into her hard and deep.
I drive into her with powerful thrusts that make her cry out.
The sound of our bodies coming together is loud in the quiet cabin.
She shakes and moans my name while her walls flutter wildly around me as the pleasure builds and builds inside her.
I kiss her again and again.
Deep, messy kisses that taste like need and love and everything I feel for her.
My tongue slides against hers, claiming her mouth the same way I’m claiming her body.
I’m so deliriously intoxicated with her.
Everything about her is tantalizing. The way she moves on top of me, the way she sounds, the way she looks at me like I’m the only thing in her world.
I can’t get enough. I never will.
We fuck like that until we both come hard.
She comes first, clenching around me with a broken cry, her body trembling violently in my lap as her orgasm crashes through her. Her walls milk me so perfectly it drags me right over the edge with her. I spill deep inside her. A low, guttural groan rips through me.
We stay like that for a long time afterward.
Breathing hard. Foreheads pressed together. My arms wrapped tight around her, holding her close while the plane’s engine hums steadily, carrying us through the sky. The only thing that matters right now is her.
She is warm, spent, and completely mine.