Chapter 1 #5
“So are you going to spank me or not?” she asked.
“I have something better in mind.”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
“This,” he replied, a moment before he crushed his lips on hers.
Jill had only a moment to take a breath…
then she lost her mind. Nothing about the kiss was gentle.
Not the way his lips closed over hers or the way he held her close to his body, hands running up and down her arms. This was not how you kissed a stranger you had only met a few hours ago.
Not that she could have done anything to stop it.
It was apparent that only one person was in charge here, and it was not her.
He nipped at her lips when she tried to go too fast, then resumed kissing her, his lips sipping on hers like the finest of wine.
Jill groaned, her nipples growing hard as he unlocked any defense she’d hoped to mount against the onslaught of sensations coursing through her.
His tongue slid between her lips, and she opened up instinctively to him.
Barely suppressing a moan, she grabbed his shirt and held on as her mouth filled with the taste of him.
She straddled him now, and her body arched toward him so her breasts were pressed against his chest. Between her legs, she felt his powerful thighs rise and drop rhythmically, and it took a while to realize he was trying to stop her from feeling the thick weight of his erection.
Pressing herself down until her mound brushed against him, Jill gasped when she felt it.
It was thick and big, pressing back against her sweet little cunt like it had a life of its own.
A moan escaped her lips, and he immediately swallowed it.
He tasted sweet and warm. Or perhaps that was her.
It was hard to decide. Not when his tongue was in her mouth and then hers in his, both of them pawing hungrily at each other as they devoured themselves.
Trembling in his arms when he slanted his head and stroked his tongue deeper in her mouth, she could feel her panties getting soaked with the juices from her dripping and aching pussy.
She’d never been this wet all her life and would have been alarmed if the level of moisture between her legs didn’t match her desire for this man.
Kisses were not supposed to be this devastating to the senses, and she had no idea what she’d hoped to accomplish when she allowed him to kiss her.
But now she knew he would have to do something with the flames of arousal whipping through her, or she would go crazy.
He pulled back, and she moaned in protest, her lips trying to follow him.
“Fuck me,” he muttered as he grabbed her head and looked into her eyes. “What are you doing to me?”
That was supposed to be her line. She was the powerless one here. The one who felt like she was going to die if he didn’t continue kissing her. She’d been half joking when she was flirting with him earlier, but now she knew he could have her if he wanted to take her.
“Kiss me,” she mumbled, looking down at him with wide eyes.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, little girl,” he whispered. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”
She scowled at him. “I’m not as innocent as you think I am. I’m no virgin if that’s what you’re scared of. Come on…” She ran her hands down his chest and arms, feeling the muscles under her fingers. She got to his belt buckle and started to undo it. “Let’s live a little.”
He grabbed her hand and pulled it away, not taking his eyes from her.
Then he pulled her close and kissed her again.
She moaned and kissed him back, grateful when he wasted no time in pushing his tongue inside her mouth this time.
His fingers slipped inside her shirt, and she had no idea her buttons had come undone until he was cupping her breasts beneath her bra.
She shivered and jerked in his arms, moaning when she felt his hard length pressing between her legs.
Jill began to rock back and forth, gently rubbing her pussy against his erection.
Even with all the layers of clothes between them, she could feel his hardness stroke the core of her feminine softness.
“Stop that,” he growled, and she went still, the dominance in his voice satisfying a part of her buried so deep she had no idea it existed. “You’re going to take what I give you and nothing more. Anything else and this ends right now.”
“I’m sorry,” she said immediately. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Good girl,” he whispered, hand cupping her breasts, moving until he was gripping and tugging firmly on her nipple. “You’re really wet, aren’t you?”
She nodded feverishly, biting her lips so she didn’t moan out loud.
“I know. I can smell it from here, and fuck if I don’t want to bury my head between your legs and taste for myself how wet you are.”
Now, all she wanted was to have him bury his head between her legs.
She would beg for it too if she wasn’t worried it would be too much for her.
His hand on her breasts was driving her crazy enough, and she breathed roughly as he tugged and squeezed her nipples.
There was no protest from her when he unbuttoned the rest of her shirt and pushed the straps of her bra down her arms.
Then her nipple was in his mouth, and there was no stopping the thick moan that vibrated from her throat. Pleasure overwhelmed her, driving her crazy and making her pussy wetter until it throbbed and ached.
“I think I’m starting to go senile. I don’t remember this feeling this good,” he groaned as he tugged on her nipples with his teeth, his hands sliding between them. “Now, I have to see just how wet you are.”
He shifted in the seat until they were lying side to side.
One hand slid between hers, holding her open as he reached into her pants.
Jill gasped when his knuckles brushed against her mound through her panties, and she shuddered when he pulled it to the side and stroked through the soft slit of her pussy.
“Oh my God!” she whispered harshly, bucking against him and trying to drive the finger he was using to tease her into her body.
He looked into his eyes as his fingers stroked and played with her clit, the slick excess of her juices building around his hand.
She gasped when a finger slid into her, and she couldn’t look away as he toyed with her pussy, playing with it and rubbing circles around it.
She was primed already, her desire a flame that had been simmering for some time.
The hand between her legs, his mouth on her nipple, and the way he looked at her like a man enjoying knowing he was giving a woman so much pleasure were like fuel to the flame.
She moaned and bucked, thrusting to the rhythm of his finger as her inner flesh gripped tightly around him.
She tried to close her legs around him to stop the movement of his hand and give herself time to catch her breath.
He pushed a thigh between her legs, holding them open so he could continue his devastating ministrations.
She experienced a moment of clarity as she imagined what she looked like, letting a man she’d only just met a few days ago play with her pussy in the first-class cabin of a plane where the only thing separating them from the other passengers was a thin sheet of glass.
Then the hand between her thighs pressed more firmly against her as his fingers slid down the juice-coated slit once again.
Her hips bucked, her back arching as the tip slid inside her clenching entrance, and a strangled cry left her throat.
The sensations were more than she could bear, and her body jolted from the shock of realizing he wanted more.
The need for satisfaction sliced through her, her pussy pulsing from fierce flashes of desire.
“Please,” she whimpered, plagued by a tsunami of burning desire. She had no idea what she was asking for, only that he could give it to her, and if he didn’t soon, she would lose her mind. “Please, I need to… Don’t torture me like this.”
“Not torture. Only pleasure,” he replied. His eyes flashed with dark fire, and his face flushed as he came over her.
His hand pressed between her legs on her swollen clit as he cupped her cheek and possessed her lips with ravaging greed.
His tongue possessed her mouth like a ravenous conqueror, greed and hunger striking fire to her already sensitized body.
Her hand dug into the hair at his nape, her fingers clenching as she cried out beneath the onslaught of his rapacious kiss.
He gave her little chance to breathe and even less to move.
His body held her captive, his hands between her legs stroking against her sensitive flesh as pinpoints of fire shot through her body.
Jill fought for breath, for her very sanity, as the deep caress at her clit drove her higher into the dark sensations attacking her body now.
Between her thighs, his fingers rotated, pressed, and ground against her tormented bud as she tilted her hips and thrust against him.
Her eyes widened as the sensation began to build, and it was not long before she was consumed by the sensations flowing through her.
When she came, it was like an avalanche of sensations picking her up in its wake and sending her tumbling and flying down a hill.
She opened her mouth to cry out in ecstasy, but he closed his lips over hers, swallowing the sound and anchoring her to reality as she lost control.
Jill’s vision slowly returned, along with her hearing and every other sense she’d lost as she climaxed.
He still had his mouth over hers, but she doubted that it had been enough to silence her screams of ecstasy.
In all her life, she’d never had an orgasm that good.
Not with any of the men she’d shared a bed with or even the toys she’d been turning to more frequently in the recent past.
Her legs were still shaking, and her voice was croaky as she raised her head to look at him. “So do I qualify for the mile-high club now?” she asked.
He threw back his head and laughed, the low and deep sound vibrating her cunt. It hadn’t even been a minute since he made her come, and she was already ready for another.
“Here, drink this.” He handed her a bottle of water.
She didn’t realize how thirsty she was until she drank, smacking her lips when she was done. “That was refreshing. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he replied, humor dancing in his eyes. “Think you’re ready to go back to your seat now?”
“Not quite,” she replied, burrowing deeper into his side. “I like it here.”
He sighed but didn’t make any attempt to push her away.
Instead, he pulled her closer, making space for her right next to him so their bodies were curled around each other.
They spent the rest of the flight in each other’s arms, talking about nothing and flirting outrageously with each other.
And when the flirting became too much, and words were no longer enough, they made out.
They made out a lot, and Jill had to admit he was a great kisser.
And the things he did with her nipples were out of this world.
It was like flying in the clouds, and she never wanted to come back down.
She didn’t leave his side when the flight attendant came to take their food order and stayed tucked between his legs as she ate.
Later, when she fell asleep, his arms were still around her.
“Was I a good girl?” she asked, unable to keep from teasing him once more before she dozed off.
His lips curled in a grin as he gave her the reply she sought. “Yes, Princess.”
She slept with a smile and woke up a few hours later when he shook her awake to tell her the plane was landing.
They got off the plane together, but he was held up at immigration and promised to meet her at baggage claim when he was done.
Jill found her luggage and was waiting for him to join her when she realized how silly all of it sounded.
Not only had she allowed a stranger to finger her in the first-class cabin of a plane, but now she was waiting for him.
This was supposed to be some quick, harmless fun, a nice memory to cherish when she was old.
Well, she’d had her fun, and now it was time to leave.
She considered staying and seeing what plans he had for her.
She’d really enjoyed the time they spent on the plane together, and it would be nice to see how much more fun he could be when they had more space than their small cabin had allowed them.
But that was something sensible Jill would do.
This version of herself would not be content to settle for just one man when a whole city of gorgeous men waited for her.
Men she never had to worry about catching feelings for.
Men she could use for sex who wouldn't demand anything else from her like this man seemed to do without even trying.
Something told her messing with this stranger could only lead to one thing, and the last thing she needed was to leave Italy with a broken heart.
She grabbed her bags and hurried away without giving herself a chance to change her mind.
She got through customs and found a cab to her hotel.
As the cab drove away from the airport, she turned around and saw him walk through the gates, a confused expression on his face as he looked around for her.
Jill almost turned back and went to him.
She fought the urge and stayed put, watching the distance between them grow larger, and assured herself she was not making the biggest mistake of her life.
The cab was pulling up to her hotel when she realized that, in all their interactions, she had never asked his name or what he was doing in Italy.
He was literally nothing more than a stranger to her now.