between them, something that she’d felt now and then, and it aroused her in a way that his simple touch hadn’t. She rocked on his hand as he circled his finger over her clit, and she felt a deep emotional swelling inside of her. Her breath tangled up as the sensations gathered and released, gathered and released. He was hard, hot and hard, she could feel him pressing into her thigh as she shifted and moved, and heat boiled through her, deeper, more. She wanted to feel the release he so often brought her, but her thoughts were tangled, caught up in worry and fear about what had happened before, what she had seen, what she had heard, and it was hard to focus, hard to feel.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, kissing her forehead as he circled just a little more firmly. “Beautiful. Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, needing him, needing the touching to continue, needing the tight swirling tension to burst, needing to trust that she would survive all of this. “More.”
He pushed forward, finding the fullness of her cunt and sliding deep inside of her. She cried out as he stretched into her, as the heel of his hand pressed softly into her clit. “Like this?”
She was beyond words. She needed everything, wanted everything that had ever existed in the world. She heard a low sound, torn from her throat, and everything unraveled. Her breath caught in her throat as her back bowed, and she was glad, so glad that he held her down, that he kept her grounded, even so high above the sky. She felt the strength of her cunt grabbing at him as the waves of the orgasm pulsed through her, milking at his hand, and he made a noise in her ear that was part moan and part prayer.
She reached for him, massaging the thickness of him through his pants, but he shook his head. “Not now,” he said. “I love you. Not now. I want to taste you.”
She felt her body pulse again against his fingers and whimpered at the aftershocks that sent through her. “I don’t…know if I can come again…”
“If you don’t want me to, it’s fine,” he said.
She still wanted more. She was still hungry for him. “You can. I want you to. But I just—don’t be upset if—”
He pressed one finger, still slick with her arousal, over her lips. “I know,” he said. “I haven’t forgotten. I promised you.” While he had her gaze locked, he turned that one, sticky slick finger, and popped it into his mouth, licking it clean while his eyes focused on hers. “I want to taste you.”
“Aren’t you worried about the flight attendants?”
He shook his head. “Leo gave them very explicit instructions. Told them they were to leave us alone unless someone pressed the call button.” He gestured at a lit switch about three feet above her reclined seat. He paused and watched her for a long moment. “Am I pressuring you?”
“No.” Zoey took a moment, took a long breath, letting feedback pour in from the various parts of her body and mind. “No. I’m—worried. There’s so much happening.”
He slowed, and some of that intense need faded out of his eyes. He pressed his forehead to hers, and his eyes shuttered closed. “I love you.”
“I know.”
“I want to say that I will keep you safe, but what if I say that, and it’s a lie?”
The words twisted her up inside. “Oh, sha—”
He shook his head. “No. No, I don’t want to talk. Can we just—is it okay for me to just stay here with you? Stay close?”
“Yeah,” she said. “Of course.” She wrapped her arms tight around him as he settled in against her. She ran her fingers through the dense curls of his hair and listened to his breathing as it slowed and steadied. When she was sure he was asleep, she let her own eyes drift closed again as well.
CHAPTER FOUR
Zoey slept until the plane was circling Moscow. At that point, the flight attendants slipped back into the cabin, gently urging
“Beautiful,” he whispered, kissing her forehead as he circled just a little more firmly. “Beautiful. Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, needing him, needing the touching to continue, needing the tight swirling tension to burst, needing to trust that she would survive all of this. “More.”
He pushed forward, finding the fullness of her cunt and sliding deep inside of her. She cried out as he stretched into her, as the heel of his hand pressed softly into her clit. “Like this?”
She was beyond words. She needed everything, wanted everything that had ever existed in the world. She heard a low sound, torn from her throat, and everything unraveled. Her breath caught in her throat as her back bowed, and she was glad, so glad that he held her down, that he kept her grounded, even so high above the sky. She felt the strength of her cunt grabbing at him as the waves of the orgasm pulsed through her, milking at his hand, and he made a noise in her ear that was part moan and part prayer.
She reached for him, massaging the thickness of him through his pants, but he shook his head. “Not now,” he said. “I love you. Not now. I want to taste you.”
She felt her body pulse again against his fingers and whimpered at the aftershocks that sent through her. “I don’t…know if I can come again…”
“If you don’t want me to, it’s fine,” he said.
She still wanted more. She was still hungry for him. “You can. I want you to. But I just—don’t be upset if—”
He pressed one finger, still slick with her arousal, over her lips. “I know,” he said. “I haven’t forgotten. I promised you.” While he had her gaze locked, he turned that one, sticky slick finger, and popped it into his mouth, licking it clean while his eyes focused on hers. “I want to taste you.”
“Aren’t you worried about the flight attendants?”
He shook his head. “Leo gave them very explicit instructions. Told them they were to leave us alone unless someone pressed the call button.” He gestured at a lit switch about three feet above her reclined seat. He paused and watched her for a long moment. “Am I pressuring you?”
“No.” Zoey took a moment, took a long breath, letting feedback pour in from the various parts of her body and mind. “No. I’m—worried. There’s so much happening.”
He slowed, and some of that intense need faded out of his eyes. He pressed his forehead to hers, and his eyes shuttered closed. “I love you.”
“I know.”
“I want to say that I will keep you safe, but what if I say that, and it’s a lie?”
The words twisted her up inside. “Oh, sha—”
He shook his head. “No. No, I don’t want to talk. Can we just—is it okay for me to just stay here with you? Stay close?”
“Yeah,” she said. “Of course.” She wrapped her arms tight around him as he settled in against her. She ran her fingers through the dense curls of his hair and listened to his breathing as it slowed and steadied. When she was sure he was asleep, she let her own eyes drift closed again as well.
CHAPTER FOUR
Zoey slept until the plane was circling Moscow. At that point, the flight attendants slipped back into the cabin, gently urging
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