18. Mary
Mary
I’d heard about the mile-high club, but never thought I’d be part of it.
When you mostly fly budget airlines, the whole crammed-into-seats-and-toilet-cubicles-just-about-big-enough-to-squat-in vibes are hardly conducive to inspiring passionate moments.
Plus, the chances of getting to sit next to anyone you knew were also slim to none unless you paid extra for the privilege.
But I wasn’t in a tiny budget aeroplane. I was on a luxury private aeroplane, on a massive bed, in a bedroom with its own dressing room and en suite bathroom. And that bathroom was definitely big enough for passionate interludes.
And I was naked. And this bed was ... ahhhh, I moaned out loud as Cam’s hot mouth closed over a nipple and he sucked the tip into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.
My hands were in his hair. My hips were bucking because one of his hands was between my legs and he was inserting two fingers deep inside me, his thumb pressing on my clit, circling it gently.
He lifted his head and his eyes were glowing. ‘You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?’
I felt needy, exposed. No strings attached. I’d been mortified he’d felt the need to say anything. Had I somehow looked as if I’d wanted something more? I couldn’t have agreed with him fast enough and yet, deep inside, the words had felt heavy. Not light. But I would unpack that later. For now ...
‘Yes. Fuck me, Cam, please.’
His fingers moved inside me, in and out.
His thumb was doing the devil’s work. I was afraid I’d come like this.
His body was laid out alongside mine, every muscle hard including one in particular.
I reached for him, closing my hand around him, swiping my thumb across the head, feeling the bead of moisture.
He tensed. Not as nonchalant as he looked.
‘Witch,’ he said, as his body jerked against mine. I moved, displacing his hand and spread my legs. ‘Cam, please.’ Clearly I was not too proud to beg.
His eyes flared. ‘I like the way you say my name.’
‘Cam ... I’ll say it as much as you like if you just?—’
His mouth landed on mine, stealing my words and breath. He pulled back. ‘Patience, my warrior goddess.’
Jesus. Did he just call me a goddess? Cam found protection and knelt up, sheathing his erection in latex with impressive speed and skill. Then he was over me again, leaning on one elbow to protect me from his weight as he took himself in his hand and guided himself to my body.
Then, with one cataclysmic thrust, he was inside me, stretching me wide, filling me. I gasped and arched my back, wondering if I’d ever get used to this addictive sensation of being so impaled by him.
‘OK?’
I looked at him and nodded, something moving into my chest and making it tight. Emotion. No. I negated that immediately. Not emotion. Pure lust. I moved against him, hoping that would shift the feeling, bringing him deeper. We both gasped. Yes. This was it. All I wanted. No strings.
I forced every thought out of my head and focused on the physical. Admittedly not hard to do when six-foot-plus of hard, honed, virile masculinity was all around me and in me. Moving slowly, out and then back in again.
I bit my lip, not liking the look on Cam’s face; it was far too ... watchful. But I couldn’t control my reactions, my gasps as he eased his way in again, massaging my inner muscles in a way that was so shockingly exciting.
My skin was slick. Like his. My heart was pumping. He was definitely up to something ... taking his time, even as my own body was quickening as if I just couldn’t help myself. He felt it and pulled all the way out, looking at me sternly.
I was breathless. ‘What are you doing?’
‘You are not to come yet.’
I felt like pouting and whining like a little girl who wanted to stamp her feet. ‘But I’m close ...’
He shook his head as he slowly entered me again and I threw my head back at the exquisite burn. The dance went on, Cam effortlessly bringing me to the edge only to pull back and leave me gasping for completion.
Frustration clawed as he slowly pulled out again. ‘Where did you learn to do that?’
Innocence personified, he looked at me, ‘Do what?’
I managed to grit it out. ‘Keep me on the edge of torture, you bastard.’
He smiled as he thrust back in, a little harder, but not hard enough. I couldn’t stop the moan of need from coming out of my mouth. I was laid bare. ‘Long hours of a misspent youth.’
When he started pulling out again, my control snapped. ‘Cam, will you just fuck me. Please.’
‘Well,’ he said with a definite smirk. ‘Since you asked so nicely.’
It was only the rigid lines of his own body revealing his own intense need that stopped me from feeling completely vulnerable and exposed. He finally started fucking me, long and hard. No more teasing.
And when he put his hand between us and found my clit, pressing it, I couldn’t hold back. I fell over the edge into a vortex of pleasure so acute that I almost blacked out.
Cam wasn’t far behind me, every line in his face stark and taut. His powerful body jerked against mine as he climaxed, making me wince slightly as I was still over-sensitised after my own orgasm. Explosion might be a more accurate description.
Our breathing was harsh in the silence against the drone of the engines.
We were on a plane, high in the sky ... I’d just remembered that fact.
I put a hand to my head as if that might help to contain the magnitude of realising that this situation had morphed out of anything I could have imagined happening when he’d sent that drink over in the bar.
I suddenly felt a little overwhelmed and that emotion was climbing high into my chest again. I wasn’t used to it. I’d got very good at hiding my emotions because I’d had to, to keep things steady for everyone else.
But now it was as if a layer of skin had been removed and suddenly I needed space. I managed to scramble free from under Cam and slid out of the bed, grabbing the first thing I could find and pulling it on as I headed for the bathroom.
‘Mary?’
I ignored his call, afraid to open my mouth for fear of what would come out.