Chapter Thirty-One Randall
I hold Elise tight and make the small adjustments to ensure she stays comfortable for the rest of the flight. Her breathing is even, and her head is heavy. It’s not until the captain announces our landing in a few minutes that she moves at all.
“We’re here?” she sits up. I already miss the soft warmth of her body.
“In Seattle. There’s a lounge for first-class passengers on a layover.”
“A first-class lounge? You mean a sanctum for the jet-setting elite where commoners dare not tread?”
“They serve hot cookies.”
Her eyes widen and she tidies up her space and straightens her chair.
“Look sharp, Haughland,” she says with a curt nod. “I don’t want to be the last one out of here.”
Of course, we aren’t. We exit the plane and walk to the end of the terminal where we present our first-class tickets.
Elise immediately heads to a table brimming with desserts: chocolate truffles, fruit Danishes, and lots of cookies.
She’s so damn adorable, everything that’s old becomes new. Treats I take for granted are treasures to discover. Nothing is boring, including watching her sleep. And our destination, where I usually arrive with apprehension, is simply a world-class city I can’t wait to show my girlfriend.
I’m excited about places I know she’ll enjoy. And there’s nothing sexier than Elise having fun.
The dress that had been riding up her thighs while we were on the plane is doing a great job of hugging her plush ass. I wasn’t kidding on the plane when I said I wanted her on my lap.
We find a bistro-size table at the corner of the lounge. When Elise moans after a bite of the fruit tart, my patience has been strained enough.
“Give me a taste of that,” I say.
She cheerfully holds out the tart, but I lean over and take her mouth instead. She’s sweet and soft and fruity. My tongue delves deeper, insatiable in its need to consume her. When we come up for air, our shoulders lean together.
“Want to taste the chocolate chip cookie next?” she says with a twinkle in her eye.
I chuckle and sit back, looking past the window at planes marching along the tarmac. The sky is clear and blue in a way that is so rare in the Northwest, it makes me pause.
I can’t help picturing Elise at Garry Point on a day like this. The wind would taste a tad salty, not from the water so much as from the whiff of fish and shrimp and crab hauled in from the Pacific Ocean. She’d be flying a kite or throwing stones in the water like I did when I was kid.
And then, out of nowhere, the scene shows a kid. A girl that’s a tiny version of Elise with thick dark hair and the cutest nose and the sweetest smile.
“Are you OK?” she asks, concern in her eyes. “You look dazed. Or really hungry. They’re serving sandwiches, too.”
It’s not that kind of food I need. I kiss her again and when I pull away, my lips graze her ear. “I need you closer, Elise. Much closer.”
Color flushes her face as Elise licks her bottom lip and touches her chest where nipples have puckered.
“Can you show me where the bathroom is?” she whispers. That is all the confirmation I need.
We walk past the food displays and full-service bar, cross the line of booths, and enter a hallway. Instead of dividing the washrooms by gender, the hallway has ten wooden doors with the latch indicating its vacant or occupied status.
Elise enters the one unoccupied bathroom. There’s a woman with a baby behind me so when the next room opens, I let her go ahead.
“I’m here waiting for my girlfriend,” I declare like an idiot although no one was asking.
Once the hallway is empty, I wiggle the latch of Elise’s bathroom. She quickly opens up and pulls me in.
We’re on each other frantically, my cock as hard as steel when she palms my groin. I’m too worked up to be slow. I lower myself and tug down her underwear which I pocket in my jeans. Elise pulls her dress up so her sweet pussy is fully exposed.
My hands cup her ass and tilt her hips at the perfect angle to have the dessert I’m craving. Her fingers scrape at my hair and her back arches when my tongue thoroughly explores her pussy. Elise makes sexy meowling sounds as I lap up her arousal. She moans when my tongue circles her clit.
“Need you to be quiet, baby. Take my tongue without making a noise and I’ll let you come on my cock.”
She whimpers and says, “Yes, I-I can b-be quiet.”
Her body, however, speaks volumes as it grinds into my face. Her legs have climbed over my shoulders, so my face is buried in her center. I consume her arousal until I feel her body stiffen. It’s Elise’s telltale sign that a climax is near.
“On my cock, Elise. You come on my cock.”
I disentangle us and stand. I pull down my jeans and hike up her body so her legs clamp around me. Plunging in a smooth motion, I have to shut my eyes tight to focus on her pleasure instead of chasing down mine. I’m tempted to pound into her channel while she convulses.
“You feel so fucking good, just like that. Been needing you so bad.”
I shift our position so I can lean my back against the wall and slide down with my legs bent. My hands encircle her waist to keep her at the perfect place. “Ride me.”
She looks confused for a moment since the only thing connected to the wall is my upper back. I hardly notice the strain because all I feel is her tight, smooth pussy choking my dick.
“Ride me,” I grunt. “Say it.”
“Ye-yes, sir,” she whispers and begins to rock like she’s riding a horse.
The head of my cock knocks that perfect spot that makes her shiver and moan. The friction builds as her legs stretch wide. She’s fully impaled and grinding on my groin, tits bouncing and ponytail crooked.
When her mouth opens in a silent scream, my cock gets impossibly thicker.
“Randall, Randall,” she chants as her walls tug at my shaft.
I’m unraveling. There’s no way to hold back. Her throbbing heat strangles my hard ridge. My cock surges as a climax rips through me in powerful pulses.
When our bodies disentangle, Elise looks at the mirror and gasps with disbelief.
“I can’t believe we did that.”
My response is to kiss the back of her neck before straightening out her collar. We clean up quickly. Since there’s only a small mirror, we check each other out, fixing our appearance.
It’s achingly intimate when Elise smooths down my Henley shirt and combs back my hair while I confirm her ponytail is centered.
We walk out of the bathroom and stroll past the receptionist. “Thank you for joining us. Have a great flight,” he greets us.
“My girlfriend and I will see you on our way back home,” I state confidently because ladies and gentlemen, this is what we call the beginning of a travel tradition.
“Excellent. See you then” is his polite response.
“We loved the cookies,” Elise says, looking radiant and flushed.
My girlfriend walks out the door with a swish of her ponytail. I walk behind her like a man ready to follow till the ends of the earth.