First Class to Portland by Aj Harmon

him.
    “Am I forgiven?” He was serious as he pulled away and
searched her eyes for absolution.
    “Yes,” she whispered. “On one condition,” she added.
    “Anything!”
    “Tell me every day that you love me and can’t live without
me,” she grinned.
    “I will do that without ever being asked,” he whispered and
lowered his lips to hers.
    His lips were soft and wet and he tasted divine. Janie knew
in that moment that she would never be able to satisfy her desire for him. Her
whole body ached for him and with all of the pain and uncertainty of the past
few weeks behind her she could now look forward to a future with Matt. How
amazing it was that in just twenty-four hours, her life had begun a new course
and the outlook was bright and welcomed.
    The food spread over the table was getting cold, but that
was the last thing on their minds. Matt pulled Janie to him as he devoured her
lips with his.  It felt as if it had been an eternity since he had held her in
his arms and now that she was back where she belonged he was determined to
never let her go. Their tongues danced together as she entwined her fingers in
his thick dark hair. Although their bodies begged for more, Matt wanted to
enjoy the moment of possessing her mouth.
    After several minutes, Janie pulled back and gasped. “I need
air,” she giggled.
    A devilish grin appeared on Matt’s face and he grabbed her
under the knees and swooped her into his arms. “I don’t need anything as long
as I have you.” He held her close to his chest and carried her to the bedroom.
    “Why Mr. Lathem,” Janie giggled. “Whatever do you have in
mind?”
    Matt threw her and she bounced a couple of times before
resting in the middle of the king-sized bed. He stretched out beside her and
moved a strand of hair from her forehead. He rested his head on his hand and
gazed into her eyes.
    “Damn, you’re beautiful,” he whispered. “I will never get
tired of looking at you, or kissing you,” he added as he placed a chaste kiss
on her lips.
    “Ditto,” she grinned. “I must confess something.”
    Matt’s eyebrows rose and Janie continued, almost whispering.
“When I ran into you in the airport I thought you were the most beautiful man I
had ever seen,” she lowered her eyes and blushed as she spoke.
    Matt kissed her again, a soft sweet kiss on the corner of
her mouth. “Janie? Why is it so hard for you to say how you feel? You don’t
have to be embarrassed or shy with me. I want to hear whatever you have to
say.”
    Janie shrugged. “I guess I’m not used to that,” she
admitted. Robert wasn’t the gushy, emotional, romantic type. He believed that
mowing the lawn and fixing the washing machine were expressions of love and
that he didn’t need to say it as well.  Janie had always known and never
doubted that her husband loved her, but all the touchy feely stuff was never
said. Now, it was just a part of who she was; quiet and reserved.
    “I don’t ever want you to feel that you can’t tell me what’s
on your mind, how you feel, what you want. Okay?” Matt lifted her chin with his
finger and made her look him in the eye. “Okay?”
    “Okay,” she smiled.
    Matt lowered his head and sealed it with a passionate kiss,
pouring every ounce of love and desire he felt for her into it. She responded
immediately and threw her arms around his neck and pulled him on to her,
bearing his full weight. She could feel his erection on her thigh through his
khaki pants and that awareness set her on fire with a desire so strong she
didn’t think she could last another minute without him inside her.
    “Make love to me,” she begged, and thrust her hips upwards.
    Matt responded and pressed his hand between her thighs and a
moan escaped her lips into his mouth.
    “With pleasure.”
    *****
    It was after two o’clock and Janie’s head rested on Matt’s
chest after making love. He was caressing the side of her breast.
    “It’s better isn’t it?” she