Excitement radiates off her in contagious waves. Last weekend was the realization I needed. I can’t lose her.
Every damn day, I made sure my lunchtime jog included her studio on my route. If I couldn’t be with her, I still needed to see her. She’s my drug. My heart belongs to Maddie. I’m sure it has since the first time she threatened to stab me in the eye last year. But now, I know what I need to do. I have to be better for her. Give her everything she deserves.
I’m addicted to everything about her. Her strength, her bright personality, her sass. Every damn thing. And I will do everything in my power to keep her. Even if that means slipping on a mask in front of her parents to keep them off her back.
I’ve never felt like this about anyone. Just one week of no contact almost sent me off the rails. I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than how to get her back and keep her. This woman deserves the world, so here we are, thirty-five thousand feet in the air, on our way to the bright lights of London for the weekend.
She’s busy sipping on her champagne and reading on her kindle. I don’t know how many times I’ve seen the word cock flash up on that screen. She’s about to ride one in a minute. I’m patiently waiting for the air hostess to stop faffing around us.
Maddie’s pink dagger nails stabbed into my forearm, before politely telling her to “Fuck off.” The air hostess looked at me in horror, but all I could do is shrug. I’m not apologizing for Maddie being possessive of me. It’s fucking sexy.
When the air hostess finally retires into the cockpit, I saw the way the pilot eyed her up earlier, and I bet they’ll be busy for a while. I take my opportunity.
“Hey! I was reading that,” she whines when I pluck off her e-reader. I bring my mouth to her neck, and she tips her head toward the window. I lick her silky skin all the way up to her jaw. A small moan escapes her lips.
“You don’t have to read about cock when you have one ready and waiting for you here.”
My hand brushes along her bare legs, all the way up to the hem of her tight black dress. I slip my fingers underneath, expecting to find a pair of lacy thongs. She opens her legs, just slightly, enough to give me access to her bare pussy.
“Mmm, no panties for me today?” I rasp, and she shakes her head. I’m starting to acquire quite the collection of her panties in my car. I bite the flesh on her neck, and her florally perfume swirl around my tongue. “On my lap,” I whisper.
“Here?”
“It wasn’t a question, Baby. Straddle me. Now.”
She licks her lips, hiking her dress up slightly, enough to cover her ass at the back, but giving me the full view of that soaking pussy. The blood rushes to my cock. She clambers over my lap, settling her legs either side of mine, resting on the leather chairs. Her arms wrap around my neck, her tits now directly in my eyeline. My hand moves underneath her, and I slide three fingers inside her. Using my other hand, I pull down her dress to reveal her tits. Taking one of her nipples into my mouth, I suck at the same time as I fuck her with my fingers. Her hips roll in rhythm. She pants as I continue to suck and bite. Her breathy moans spur me on. She leans forward, and I slide my fingers out and reposition them so my index finger rims her asshole. My middle and ring finger push back into her pussy. Her lips part in an O as my index finger slowly slips in.
“Fuckkkk!” she rasps. I muffle her moans with the palm of my hand. She shoots me daggers as I slow the pace. I give her a smirk and slip my fingers out of her.
“If I don’t get my cock inside you in the next twenty seconds, I’m going to explode,” I grit out.
Her hands shoot straight to my jeans, scrambling at my belt and finally releasing my aggressively hard dick. She brings her hands back up to my shoulders and lifts herself up, settling right above my dick. Then, she slowly sinks down. The sensation erupts tingles throughout my entire body. Her walls clamp around my dick, squeezing, as she chokes on a breath, reaching the base. “Jesus fucking Christ. You are going to kill me, woman!” I grit out as she lifts herself back up and slams down. My eyes almost bulge out of their sockets. Her pussy brushes up against me every time. I pinch her clit, causing her to throw her head back.
“Kiss me,” I groan, barely able to contain myself.
Without missing a beat, she crashes her lips onto mine, moaning into my mouth as she rides me. I slam my hips up to meet her rhythm. Our teeth clatter against each other’s. I grip the back of her head and push her further into me. Every single muscle in my body tenses. “Now!” I growl. A whimper escapes her, so I press my lips to hers to silence her. I jolt violently, spilling into her.
Damn.
A few moments pass, her forehead rests against mine as we our breathing regulates.
“Well, how was your mile high service, Miss Peters?” I tease, stroking her swollen bottom lip.
“Hmmm, perfect. How many more hours have we got left on this flight?” She smirks, slipping my hand from underneath her.
“About three hours.”
“Well, Mr. Ward, I might need your mouth on my pussy after that. Shall we say in about an hour?”
“You know you can sit on my face whenever you want, Sunshine.”
She lifts herself off me and plops back down into her own seat. I bend over and pick up her Kindle and hand it to her.
“Better than the book porn?”
“God, so much better.” She chuckles, resting her head on my shoulder and lighting up her screen.
I rest my head atop hers and close my eyes, sliding my arm behind her back so she can cuddle into me.
“Hey, hold it up a bit, I want to read,” I say.
“I have to say, I think you’re better with your mouth than this guy.”
“Oh, really? In that case, I’m not waiting an hour for a taste.” Her body vibrates against mine, my favorite red blush creeping across her chest.
This might be the best flight of my life.
