Her Venice Affair (The Albury Affairs) by Christina OW

sure about digging her hands under him searching for the belt
and bringing her fingers close to his crotch. She leaned back into her seat,
closed her eyes and began reciting the Lord’s Prayer, just like the three other
times she’d been on a plane.

 
    * * * *

 
    One hour into the smooth flight, Riana was sipping her
fruit juice when Allan began talking in his sleep. The way he was groaning, she
thought he was having a nightmare, until she saw the bulge in his pants. She
swallowed hard. That was worse.
    Riana shook him. “Allan, wake up!”
    He turned to her and groaned again.
    “Allan!”
    Riana froze when his eyes opened and he stared right
at her. Then he pounced. She didn’t even see it coming.
    He pulled her out of her seat easily, as she had
already unbuckled her belt, and he pulled her onto his lap. She struggled
against him until he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her senselessly into
submission.

 
    * * * *

 
    Allan ran his hand from her knee to her hip, kneading
her flesh and pulling her closer to him. He knew he was dreaming, but for a
fantasy she felt and tasted so real, so perfect and delicious.
    “Mr. Sinclair. Mr. Sinclair.”
    The voice wasn’t Riana calling out in ecstasy. It kept
getting higher and higher, interrupting his fantasy. He pulled away from Riana
and looked up. “What?”
    Gina stepped back, seemingly stunned by his harsh
tone. “Your dinner is ready, Mr. Sinclair, Miss Albury .”
    “Dinner?” Allan looked at Riana. She wasn’t a fantasy.
She was real, curled up on his lap, his hand between her thighs, the other
under her arm cupping her heavy breast. She had her face tucked in the crook of
his neck, one hand in his hair the other lay lazily on his shoulder.
    He cleared his throat. “ Ah …thanks, Gina.”
    Once she left, he turned to Riana. “Honey?”
    “ Hmm-mmm .”
    He chuckled, rubbing his cheek against hers. “Time for
dinner.”
    She giggled inching away from him. “Your cheek is
rough and ticklish.”
    “Oh, really?” He rubbed his cheek against hers as she
again released another giggle.
    “Stop! You’ll give me a rash!” She pulled away from
his neck and stared at him, making Allan catch his breath.
    She looked so beautiful and gentle and he felt a
twinge of remorse for her puffy, very ravished, red lips.
    “I like it when you kiss me,” she whispered running
her thumb over his lower lip and biting on her own.
    Allan pulled her thumb into his mouth and nibbled on
it. She giggled, making her eyes sparkle like diamonds.
    “I like it when I kiss you,” he whispered back.
    She reached up offering her lips and he leaned down,
stopping a hair’s breadth away. She needed to eat. It was a long flight and a
lot of hours for him to have his way with her. He needed to keep her strength
up and the thought of her growling stomach interrupting them didn’t sit well
with him.
    “You need to eat.”
    She curled her fingers in his hair and pulled him
down. Right before she kissed him, she whispered wetly on his lips, “I had a
heavy lunch.”

 
    * * * *

 
    Riana had never been the first one to initiate any
kind of intimacy, as much as she wanted it. She thought it was the man’s job
and if she usurped him he would feel emasculated.
    She felt how wrong her theory was when Allan moved his
hand higher between her thighs to cup her and his hand on her breast massaged
her, trapping her nipple with two fingers as he rolled, pinched and pulled it.
He kissed her harder, like he wanted to consume her. She felt the liquid heat pool
between her legs and an urgent need seized her.
    Should she initiate sex, too? Or would she seem too
wanton?
    She really wanted to. If not for her pleasure, at
least for a confidence boast. Her co-workers always said she had low
self-esteem. Why else would she date a dead beat like Steve? they said. But
that wasn’t true. Steve just changed colors like a chameleon and she wasn’t
around much to see each one.
    Riana gave her mind a