Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
gunner
I watch marlowe stroll toward the back of the plane, her bouncy round ass swaying in a mesmerizing motion that makes my dick throb.
When she reaches the door to the rear cabin, she pauses and looks over her shoulder at me. As I watch, she provocatively slides the tip of her tongue over those puffy pink lips.
I’m up and out of my seat in a flash, striding down the aisle to follow her through the cabin door. She grins at me, her beautiful hazel eyes sparkling with mischief as she takes my hand and leads me past the bathroom and into the executive lounge.
I close the door behind us and slowly back her up toward the conference table, fingering the strap of her sundress. “What’re you up to, naughty girl?”
Rising on tiptoe, she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. Electricity rockets through my body, jolting into every nerve. As she explores the inside of my mouth with her silky tongue, my cock strains against my slacks.
Groaning with need, I run my hands up her sides and brush her breasts with my thumbs.
She shivers and moans against my lips, the sound vibrating down my spine.
As the kiss grows hotter and wetter, I slide my hands under her dress and cup the fleshy curves of her ass. I’m so fucking hard, and her body is so damn soft.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” I whisper against her mouth. “I want you so bad right now.”
“I want you, too,” she whispers back.
I lift her onto the table and stand between her legs. She looks so damn sexy with her lush tits spilling over the cups of her dress, the skirt rumpled around her thighs.
I stroke her knees, pushing the hem higher as I trail my fingers up her legs. Her skin feels like warm silk and smells of wild strawberries.
When I caress the inside of her thighs, her breath catches and her legs open wider.
I groan when I see her red panties. “You’re wearing the new lingerie.”
“Sure am,” she says in a throaty purr that has me nearly coming in my slacks.
The silk panties are so sheer I can see her pussy lips. Money well spent? Most definitely.
Holding her half-lidded gaze, I cup my hand over her warm cunt and am rewarded with a full-body shiver.
“You’re too fucking beautiful, Marlowe,” I whisper, skimming my lips across her ear. “I’m so addicted to you.”
“That goes both ways,” she whispers, smiling.
Kneeling in front of her, I ease her sexy panties to the side and stare at the glistening pink folds of her pussy.
She starts trembling. “Gunner . . .”
“God, you’re so pretty here.” I spread her plump lips with my fingers, then lean forward and taste her honeyed slickness.
She cries out, her thighs clenching in response.
A rumbling growl escapes me before I grab the delicate silk of her panties and rip them clean off.
“Hey! Those were brand ne— ohhh ,” she moans as I seal my mouth over her pussy, plunging my tongue into her soaking heat. She tastes incredible, like luscious fruit and fresh rainwater.
I drag her to the edge of the table, throw her legs over my shoulders and bury my face between her thighs.
She releases a drawn-out moan, leaning back on her elbows with her head flung back. I love seeing her like this, utterly exposed and at my complete mercy. I could spend all day and night eating her out, listening to her breathy sounds of pleasure.
“Your pussy is so wet. So fucking sweet.” I slide my tongue through her slick folds and she sobs my name, her thighs trembling on my shoulders. My blood is on fire, and my dick is so hard it’s downright painful.
Groaning, I circle her clit with my tongue before taking it into my mouth and sucking firmly.
She keens in ecstasy, her arms quivering behind her as she grinds her pussy against my face.
I grab her thighs, my fingers digging into her flesh as I sweep my tongue up and down her slit, licking every part of her I can reach.
“Gunner,” she pants breathlessly. “Oh, my God.”
I close my eyes, losing myself in the wonders of her succulent body.
Her orgasm tears through her like a rocket. I feel the intensity of it in her quaking legs, her pulsing flesh against my mouth, her mewling cry. I keep licking and sucking her, swallowing her hot juices down my throat, feeding my bottomless craving.
When she slumps back onto the table, I lower her legs from over my shoulders and stand up. Leaning over her, I kiss her with her taste on my tongue and her scent burned into my brain.
She lets out a soft little sigh, her eyes glazed and her cheeks flushed as she kisses me back, sucking on my bottom lip.
With shaking hands, I unbuckle my belt and unzip my fly, shoving my slacks down with my boxer briefs. Marlowe sits up and takes my hard cock in her hand, smiling at my low hiss of pleasure.
She strokes me from base to tip, rubbing the painfully sensitive head and smearing clear beads of precum. I shudder against her, watching her slender hand pump me slowly while she looks up at me through her lashes, biting her lip in that sexy way of hers.
When I can’t take any more of her sweet torture, I pull her hand off my cock and replace it with my own. She wraps one leg around my hip as I guide my shaft to her opening, sinking just the tip inside.
“Please, Gunner,” she whimpers.
“God, I love the sound of my name on your lips.” Unable to hold back another second, I plunge into her delicious wetness, burying my cock to the root.
“Yes,” she moans brokenly. “Oh God, yes !”
I pull almost all the way out of her and then slam back in, groaning as she arches back with a throaty cry, the skin on her chest flushing pink.
I wrap my hand around her other leg and draw them both around my waist. She crosses her ankles behind my back, her nails biting into my biceps as I slide deeper inside, grinding against her clit.
“ Oh baby . . .” she groans.
I bend to kiss her, swirling my tongue around hers as I thrust in and out of her. Slowly at first, gradually picking up the pace as she begs for more.
“I can’t get enough of your tight little cunt,” I whisper into her mouth. “You feel so fucking incredible, so hot and wet and made just for me.”
“Yes,” she breathes. “I was made for you. Only you.”
Her words inflame me, triggering every primal instinct in my body. I begin pounding into her, every thrust punctuated by a savage grunt of satisfaction.
She reaches behind her and grips the edge of the table for support, holding on for dear life. “Oh shit, Gunner. Just like that. Just like that .”
My balls tighten as the first pulses of her orgasm begin, squeezing my cock in a white-hot vise. I thrust harder, wildly intoxicated by the stream of erotic noises falling from her lips.
“Oh God, I’m com?—”
I crush my mouth to hers, swallowing her cries as her body tightens and her legs shake. And then she’s keening my name and spasming around my cock.
“That’s it, baby. Oh fuck,” I groan, slamming between her thighs until I explode, my hips jerking with every spurt of cum jetting into her warmth.
At that exact moment, we hit a small pocket of turbulence that rocks the plane. Marlowe lets out an adorable little squeak as I brace my legs to maintain balance, holding her securely against me.
My pilot’s soothing voice comes over the loudspeaker, apologizing for the rough patch and promising to deliver us safely to our destination.
Marlowe isn’t entirely reassured. “Um, how much do you trust that guy?”
I chuckle, my lips nuzzling her damp hairline as she clings to my neck. “He’s one of the most experienced pilots in the world, and he’s been with me for years. It’s not his fault our lovemaking sent shockwaves into the stratosphere.”
She lets out a breathy laugh and tilts her head back to look at me. Her eyes are hazy with satisfaction, her lips cherry red and swollen. “Crashing to earth right after an epic orgasm sounds almost poetic.”
“It’d be one hell of a way to go out, that’s for sure.” I grin at her. “Epic, huh?”
She smiles. “Life-altering.”
Tenderness rushes through me. Tenderness and lust. Hell of a combination.
She glances out the oval window at the fluffy white clouds floating by. “I’ve never had sex on a plane before.”
This pleases me way more than it should. “I’m glad your first time was with me.”
Her gaze returns to mine. “Me, too,” she says, smiling almost shyly.
I frame her face with my hands and lean down, brushing a featherlight kiss across her mouth as I murmur, “The last time this conference room was used, I was meeting with a group of Bangladeshi executives to hammer out the details of a licensing deal.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I smile against her lips. “I’ll never look at this table again without getting hard as a rock.”
She laughs, her cheeks pinking. “That could be a problem.”
“You think?” I tease, pulling up my pants. As I lift her off the table, she wraps her arms and legs around me. I hug her body close to mine, feeling an overwhelming desire to protect her. Cherish her. Worship her.
Scary. Very fucking scary.
As I carry her out the door, she asks teasingly, “Where are we going?”
“The bedroom,” I rumble. “We’ve got several hours to kill, and I know the perfect way to do it.”