Nine
ELODIE
For the first time in my life, I feel like I’m truly living out a fantasy when I kiss him back with no hesitation, no fear, and no worries.
Standing up, I step out of his arms and reach into the other seat for my purse, pulling out a condom.
“You wicked naughty girl.” He says grinning. “Do you always travel with condoms?”
“Never. My friends insisted I bring some. Is this a good brand?” I bite my bottom lip and look nervously at him, sprawled so handsomely in his leather seat. His blonde hair shaggy and so sexy. His legs are long and muscular and even though he’s wearing a black tuxedo, I can tell how strong his thighs are.
Heat floods my body. I know I’m blushing. I’m also throbbing with need between my legs. I want him, right now.
Standing in front of him, our eyes are locked, communicating needs and desires without words. He wants this too.
Reaching behind my back, I unzip my dress and let it fall to the floor in a giant red puddle. I didn’t know if we’d fool around tonight or not but I came prepared. I’m fully shaved, and even wearing a matching red lace thong. I didn’t need a bra with that dress, and my breasts feel heavy, hanging exposed in the cool air of the jet. Every part of my body tingles under the weight of his eyes devouring me.
My heart pounds. I’m never this brazen and bold. But then I’ve also never flown anywhere in a private jet.
Stepping forward, I kick off my heels, and climb up onto Kyle’s lap, straddling him, lacing my fingers through his hair, and kiss him with everything I have. All worries and vulnerabilities dissipate in the air. It’s just us. Two people who need each other.
“Elodie.” Kyle whispers my name between kisses, his warm hands stroking my back as we kiss.
I lift up on my knees and grind down over this erection, sighing into his mouth. He’s big, and I haven’t ever had sex with the lights on, or with a man like Kyle. And tonight, I want to see and feel everything.
“How much time do we have?” I ask again, kissing his neck, and grinding over him.
“About an hour.” Kyle strokes my back, running his hands from my shoulders down past my waist, under the lace of my thong, to cup and lift my ass. “Damn you’re sexy.”
“Your hands feel so good on me.” I say, tugging his bow tie to loosen it. “I hope you don’t think less of me for being so… forward.”
I pull back to meet his eyes. His lips part in a smile that I feel throughout my body.
“I love everything you do.” He says, all playfulness gone from his voice, as his hands glide up my body to cup my breasts, pinching my tits between his fingers.
My insides are molten lava and I am powerless to resist him. Hell, I’m not resisting, I’m pursuing. Everything about him from his cologne to his chiseled perfect jawline, to the way his hands feel against my skin, and the way his protective possessive eyes bore into my soul make me want to do things that can’t be undone.
“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” he asks and my body quivers in response to his words and the feel of his lips on my neck. A soft moan escapes my lips when his mouth kisses lower to the nape of my neck.
I lean back, gripping his knees, and thrusting my tits out for more of his touch. Between my legs, his cock twitches, hard, and ready for me.