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“We don’t have to go too far,” I said as I slanted my head and kissed him. Given all the contention so far, my tears, my heart, and my despair, this kiss had to be the sweetest thing that I had ever tasted.
He didn’t hold back, and I treasured him even more for it.
“This is my plane,” he said. “We can go as far as you want.”
“Golden fucking words.”
Smiling, I stared into his eyes, and as the time seemed to stop, it truly felt like I was in heaven. It also helped immensely that when I looked out toward the window, all I could see around us were the clouds.
With his arm wrapped around me, he began to kiss down my neck, savoring every inch of my skin, and I gave myself wholly to him.
He said we had the rest of the trip, and since I had already thrown a monumental tantrum and needed things with him, I was sure that I was going to be cautious before making the same mistake twice. Hence, all I could see was a very smooth and decadent remaining six days.
He grabbed my breasts in that almost violent yet stimulating way of his. There was something about the way he held them that made butterflies flood my stomach. It was just so carnal, so possessive, and as a result, I couldn’t keep myself from grinding on him even if I wanted to.
There was too much of a barrier between us. Too many clothes, but I could still feel his hardness between my legs rubbing on my clit. The friction was exquisite, his smell intoxicating, and his warmth so goddamn sweet I couldn’t help but moan.
He pressed a button then, and I was somewhat startled. Soon, however, as the frosted glass slid shut all around us, I realized there was actually a provision for privacy. As I looked around in surprise and then returned my attention to him, he explained.
“I got the plane for business, so I didn’t imagine I’d need the private room. This, though, was a last-minute provision included for extremely private meetings.”
“This is business, Sir,” I said, and as I reached behind me, then my bra came unhooked. “And an extremely private meeting.”
“I love your smart mouth,” he said. “You know this, right?”
My heart skipped several beats in response, and this was incredibly dangerous. He could say things like this to me, but I understood his intention.
And so, recalling my admonition to myself not to overthink, I accepted his mention of the word and stored it deep in my heart like a treasure. His mouth moved to my breasts then, and as the sheer pleasure coursed down to my core at his kisses on my nipples, every stray and unnecessary thought was instantly wiped out of my head.
“Too many barriers,” he eventually said, and I completely agreed.
I rose to my feet when he finally let me go, and he watched, his chest heaving as my hands went to the button of my slacks. I unbuttoned them, and underneath was one of Emma’s sexiest lingerie. She would be so incredibly proud that I wore them, and that they were now live in action, but at the time earlier that morning when I had slipped them on, she was the farthest thing from my mind. It was just that I wanted to feel desirable, even as, due to my fight with Hunter, I had felt as though there would never be any use or need for that again. He had let me in in a way that I was very well aware that he let little to no one in, and I had turned it into a fight.
“Well, not anymore,” I said to myself as I thanked my past self for choosing to wear this absolutely sinful piece.
I put a note in my mind to thank Emma for it the next time I was on the phone with her, and it took everything inside of me not to resist taking a picture of him as well as he took in the sight with unbridled appreciation.
“Is this something I should know about you?” he asked as he coolly headed into the string that held the fabric to my waist.
“You dress in sexy underwear when you’re mad or having a hard time. I hope this is true because I expect to intervene from now on.”
Once again, my heart squeezed and hurt because he was speaking as though we had more than this. As though we had a future together. I knew him enough to know just how much he hated deception and manipulation, so he was saying all these things because perhaps he saw some sort of future between us when we returned to Manhattan. It was probably not going to be a full-blown relationship, but it did make me feel as though he had some kind of plan that was indeed exciting.
There was so much to look forward to. I quickly stepped out of the pants, and they puddled on the floor and I sink down to my knees. His hand instantly went to his belt to unbuckle it, and by the time I reached him, I instantly took over. In no time, his gorgeous, solid cock was exposed, and my mouth began to water. In the light of day, I could see every inch of it, and my heart fluttered in amazement. It was fucking beautiful—pink flushed and so aroused, veins strained against the sides. I took my time and licked up and down the gorgeous length, committing every inch of it to memory. I understood now that all of this was a dream, this exquisite, beautiful kind, but it was bound to end, and I didn’t mind. It was already better than anything else I ever had, and as a result, rather than bemoan the short timeframe, I was going to give myself to every single moment with complete abandon just like this, and just like now.
“Look at your eyes,” he said. “They’re sparkling. You love my cock this much?”
"You have no idea," I replied, parting my lips and wrapping my mouth around his throbbing head. I loved his taste in a way that I couldn't describe. It was uniquely his, and I couldn't get enough of it. A few sucks, and he was already leaking desire into my mouth. I licked him further downwards to his base, and once I began to pull his balls into my mouth, I knew I was unraveling him.
At first, he remained calm, but when I began to jack him off in tandem with sucking his balls, I understood that I was overwhelming him. He didn't hold back as he threw his head back against the seat and moaned. He was louder than I had ever heard him, and I understood that there was no holding back with me, at least. I relished his reaction.
"I understand," I said as I sucked him even harder. I straightened then, and he leaned forward to kiss me. It was so carnal, so sinful, and when he pulled away and smiled, I knew he was thoroughly enjoying himself.
"Keep going," he said, leaning back against the chair, and he didn't have to ask me twice.
"Yes, Sir," I said, and continued.
He hardened first as I milked him, and it wasn't long before both of my hands joined in the sweet assault. Finding that rhythm and pressure that drove him wild was always a thrill. With one hand wrapped like a vice around the base and the other moving in tandem with my mouth up and down his length, I blew him until he couldn't remain still.
