gasp when he seats himself all the way. He pauses for a few seconds, looking down at her.
“You feel so good,” he says. “I want to fuck you so hard.”
He starts moving. Slow at first. Then faster. Harder. He tucks a hand beneath the back of her neck, pulling her closer to his mouth for a bruising kiss. Daryl fucks her hard, his pelvis grinding her clit, and it’s this pounding pressure that starts to tip her over the edge again.
He sees it on her face. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Stella manages to say as she gives herself up again to desire. She comes with a short, sharp jolt of pleasure that cuts off as abruptly as it has arrived, but it’s enough to buck her hips. It’s all good. So good.
Daryl shudders, grimacing. He bends to bury his face in the side of her neck as he thrusts, then shouts out with his own climax.
A minute or so after that, he rolls off her to stare up at the ceiling. He’s put some distance between them, but not enough to make this awkward. She’ll be able to get up in a few minutes and get dressed. Head back to her own room.
Before she can move, Daryl looks at her. “Was that okay for you?”
Stella sits, scanning the bed for her discarded panties. Spotting them on the floor, she moves to get off the bed. “It was great.”
Daryl’s hand on her wrist stops her. “Lavinia.”
She twists to look at him, seeing his concern. Thanking him for his performance would feel a little over-the-top, not to mention contrived. “It was great, Daryl. Really.”
He doesn’t let her go for so long she starts to think he won’t. Gently, Stella extricates herself from his grip and gets off the bed to step into her panties. Behind her Daryl takes care of the condom, then heads into the bathroom. He closes the door behind him.
Stella gets dressed quickly. Not lingering. The night has worn on almost to morning, and her plane leaves in only a few hours. She’ll have just enough time to get back to her room, shower and change and head for the airport in time to get through security. In the days when she was a flight attendant, a million years ago, traveling by air used to be fun. Now, even with the free trips she still gets as part of the divorce settlement from Jeff, the CEO of an airline, the process of the airplane travel itself is something rather less than enjoyable.
She doesn’t want to leave without saying goodbye—Daryl has been a fun flight. But it’s late and she’s tired and not in the mood for cuddling or, worse, conversation. The bathroom door opens just as she’s slipping into her shoes and straightening her stockings.
Daryl looks surprised. “You’re leaving?”
“Yes. I have an early plane.” She goes to him, offering a kiss because it seems like the thing to do.
Daryl kisses her but looks confused. “You don’t want to stay? Have another go-round in the morning?”
“It’s already morning.” Stella stifles a yawn. “And I’m really tired. This was great, though. I had a good time.”
“Not good enough, I guess.” Stepping back, Daryl frowns. “Should I even ask for your number?”
“I can give you my number, but that’s not what this is. Is it?” She gives him a small smile, trying hard not to sound annoyed, though by this point she’s ready to head out the door. “You’re not really going to call me, are you?”
This gives him pause. “I guess not. It’s just...everyone else always wants to exchange numbers.”
Stella laughs. “And how many times do you ever get in touch?”
“You never know. I might call you up, see if you want to be my Lady Luck again sometime when you’re out this way.” Daryl smiles, but Stella shakes her head.
“I don’t think I’ll be out this way again for a long time.”
“Oh. So it’s like that.”
“Yes,” she says. “It’s like that.”
She’s hurt his feelings. She didn’t mean to, but of course that won’t make him feel any better. Now this is becoming awkward.
“You won’t even give me your
“You feel so good,” he says. “I want to fuck you so hard.”
He starts moving. Slow at first. Then faster. Harder. He tucks a hand beneath the back of her neck, pulling her closer to his mouth for a bruising kiss. Daryl fucks her hard, his pelvis grinding her clit, and it’s this pounding pressure that starts to tip her over the edge again.
He sees it on her face. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Stella manages to say as she gives herself up again to desire. She comes with a short, sharp jolt of pleasure that cuts off as abruptly as it has arrived, but it’s enough to buck her hips. It’s all good. So good.
Daryl shudders, grimacing. He bends to bury his face in the side of her neck as he thrusts, then shouts out with his own climax.
A minute or so after that, he rolls off her to stare up at the ceiling. He’s put some distance between them, but not enough to make this awkward. She’ll be able to get up in a few minutes and get dressed. Head back to her own room.
Before she can move, Daryl looks at her. “Was that okay for you?”
Stella sits, scanning the bed for her discarded panties. Spotting them on the floor, she moves to get off the bed. “It was great.”
Daryl’s hand on her wrist stops her. “Lavinia.”
She twists to look at him, seeing his concern. Thanking him for his performance would feel a little over-the-top, not to mention contrived. “It was great, Daryl. Really.”
He doesn’t let her go for so long she starts to think he won’t. Gently, Stella extricates herself from his grip and gets off the bed to step into her panties. Behind her Daryl takes care of the condom, then heads into the bathroom. He closes the door behind him.
Stella gets dressed quickly. Not lingering. The night has worn on almost to morning, and her plane leaves in only a few hours. She’ll have just enough time to get back to her room, shower and change and head for the airport in time to get through security. In the days when she was a flight attendant, a million years ago, traveling by air used to be fun. Now, even with the free trips she still gets as part of the divorce settlement from Jeff, the CEO of an airline, the process of the airplane travel itself is something rather less than enjoyable.
She doesn’t want to leave without saying goodbye—Daryl has been a fun flight. But it’s late and she’s tired and not in the mood for cuddling or, worse, conversation. The bathroom door opens just as she’s slipping into her shoes and straightening her stockings.
Daryl looks surprised. “You’re leaving?”
“Yes. I have an early plane.” She goes to him, offering a kiss because it seems like the thing to do.
Daryl kisses her but looks confused. “You don’t want to stay? Have another go-round in the morning?”
“It’s already morning.” Stella stifles a yawn. “And I’m really tired. This was great, though. I had a good time.”
“Not good enough, I guess.” Stepping back, Daryl frowns. “Should I even ask for your number?”
“I can give you my number, but that’s not what this is. Is it?” She gives him a small smile, trying hard not to sound annoyed, though by this point she’s ready to head out the door. “You’re not really going to call me, are you?”
This gives him pause. “I guess not. It’s just...everyone else always wants to exchange numbers.”
Stella laughs. “And how many times do you ever get in touch?”
“You never know. I might call you up, see if you want to be my Lady Luck again sometime when you’re out this way.” Daryl smiles, but Stella shakes her head.
“I don’t think I’ll be out this way again for a long time.”
“Oh. So it’s like that.”
“Yes,” she says. “It’s like that.”
She’s hurt his feelings. She didn’t mean to, but of course that won’t make him feel any better. Now this is becoming awkward.
“You won’t even give me your
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