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“That’s me…”
A gentle grip latched onto Arianna’s forearms and brought them down. “I’ll make a deal with you.”
“You’re making deals when my legs are open on your hotel bed?”
“Those are my favorite kind.”
Arianna laughed. “What?”
“Give me what you sound like when you’re in paradise, and I’ll make sure you come.”
Arianna was blasted from reality enough that she barely understood what Elle had said in English. So she repeated it in Mandarin, enunciating the important words that she so rarely said out loud.
“You’re speaking my language, Aria.” Elle’s thumbs latched onto either side of Arianna’s opening, spreading her wide, and promising to caress it with her tongue once more when she heard the magic words. “That’s exactly what I want to do with you.”
“Paiseh…”
“I know what that means, by the way.”
“It’s Malay!”
“I lived in Singapore long enough to pick up a few things, lah.”
As more laughter erupted in that bed, Arianna squeaked loudly enough for Elle to get the picture. She has to. Because I’m nuts. “Then show me what you’ve learned in Singapore, huh?”
Hot breath landed on Arianna’s skin. “I learned how to make a local girl shake and writhe until she couldn’t breathe anymore.”
“Prove it.”
If the giddiness infecting Ariana wasn’t enough to turn off Elle, then nothing was. Even when her giggles evolved into a gentle sigh once she was lulled back into the meticulous comforts of one woman’s hotel bed.
Elle was reverent. She was calm and intentional with her movements. And she moved her tongue with such rigid fluidity that Arianna never knew if the downstroke would be as intense as the up. Arianna the woman who lived in the moment was perfectly content to experience every passing second as if it were a gift from God, blessing her with the good fortune of erotic satisfaction that was so often missing from her life. Her hair was meticulously up and her makeup presentable to the outside world, but she was naked. The freedom to let out the initial squeaks of pleasure soon turned into unabashed moans that she didn’t even know she was capable of in the company of another person. This was a woman who was careful to not be too loud when alone in her bed. She knew how thin the walls could be, and her elderly neighbor did not need to know that the “flawless” flight attendant next door moaned like a seasoned pro when on the brink of orgasm.
But Elle could know.
Every groan of climatic compliance announced to the insular world of the hotel suite that Arianna Song was ready. Only here, so close to LAX that no other traveler would know who she was, could she embrace the sexual being within her, let alone with a woman who had so easily gotten her out of her clothing. A passenger, no less… She had seen that scandal more than once in her career. Usually, it was flight attendants flirting together or with the pilots. Sometimes, a girl met a special someone from the ground staff who looked forward to their visits every time they were back at Changi Airport. I went to a wedding three years ago… one of my old coworkers at Singapura married a ground crewman who stole her heart one gate check at a time. He still worked for Singapura, having been promoted to management. She was a stay-at-home mother to their toddler.
Arianna wanted that. Maybe not the marriage and baby, but she wanted the excitement, the thrill of meeting someone so organically that nobody would ever believe the story.
But that could only happen if she came undone first.
Those same successive groans earned her a one-way ticket to the kind of pleasurable heights that were liable to make a woman crash back down to Earth… most miraculously, most horrifically.
Arianna’s hands and fingers searched for anything to grasp as she boarded the stairs of heavenly ascension. Her mouth, dry but determined to hold back the loud cry about to burst from her chest, gasped like a ghost realizing she was back in the mortal realm. Yet her curling toes and the stiff bend of her knees were no match for the wail of orgasm betraying every sense of propriety she may have while an American woman ate her out for dessert.
What was breathing? What was existing?
Arianna knew she was no longer the woman she thought she was when every drop of heat in her body joined the real world. She was drained of the very essence that kept her spine upright but her head bowed in courtesy. The flight attendant who had spent the past ten years chasing a lifelong dream was no match for the lioness prowling through this bed and leaving her covetous mark on the face of a passenger. Somewhere, high on her hormones, Arianna drifted through a cloud that showed her the next flight: me, her, us both knowing what happened in this bed.
It would be a miracle if Arianna didn’t jump Elle’s bones the next time she saw her.
She was not content to lay in bed and wait for Elle to come up to her, although she didn’t doubt that her lover would be more than happy to keep leading. Arianna had long learned to take opportunities by the horns and not let go until she had what she wanted. That meant following her instincts as they dictated she grab Elle by the arms and hoist her up.
Take off her clothes.
Kiss her until I taste myself in her throat.
Lose my hands in her hair.
