he was at the perfect angle to drive deep inside of her. The hem of her flirty little skirt slid down her tanned thighs, exposing her soft, pink, glistening flesh to his gaze.
She was inches away from positioning his cock right where he ached to be when he finally found the fortitude to grasp her wrist and hold her at bay.
“Alex?” she breathed, the one word questioning why he’d stopped her.
Figuring his actions would speak louder than words at the moment, he turned her around so she was facing the mirror and braced her hands on the edge of the steel basin. He saw the uncertainty in her reflection, and knew the sudden and unexpected shift in control had thrown her off-kilter.
Holding her gaze in the mirror, he first wedged his shoe between her feet to help widen her stance, then reached around her and began unbuttoning her silky blouse, slowly, leisurely, contradicting her own need for a mad dash toward fulfillment.
“I want you just like this,” he murmured, his tone insistent. “I want to take you from behind, watch as you come for me while we’re flying up here in the clouds, and let you watch me, too.”
“Yes,” she whispered, obviously too far gone to realize the implications behind his ploy, or the fact that she was now under his command.
Her breathing quickened as he separated the sides of her top, then pulled down the sheer, lacy cups of her bra. She gasped as her breasts spilled free, full and quivering and tipped with pouting nipples that begged for the touch of his hands.
Not yet, but soon.
He dragged his hands downward, tracing the curve of her waist and hips through her clothing until he came into contact with her bare legs. He skimmed his palms along the satin-soft skin of her inner thighs, letting the hem of her skirt pool around his wrists as he glided higher and higher toward his final destination. Once there, his long fingers delved between her nether lips, finding her hot and wet and ready for him.
She whimpered impatiently, tossed her head back, and pushed her bottom against his groin. “Alex, please.”
He found her frustration incredibly sweet, because it didn’t happen often during sexual situations. Not when she was the one who normally held the reins of their seduction.
This time, and for the rest of the weekend, he was calling all the shots. “I’m getting there, baby,” he promised.
With her hips tilted at just the right angle for him, he slid his rod through her drenched curls from behind, found the entrance to her body, and with a hard, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. Dana’s mouth opened in a silent gasp, and though he knew he ought to be just as discreet considering where they were, there was no stopping the primitive male groan that erupted from his chest.
At the moment he didn’t care; his only thought was to possess her, completely and thoroughly. So when the time came later on tonight and he upped the emotional stakes between them, hopefully there would be no doubt in her mind as to how he truly felt about her.
As he plunged and withdrew in a building, gyrating rhythm, he swept her hair aside and nuzzled her neck with his lips, his ragged breathing warm and damp against her skin. He used one hand to caress her breasts and lightly pinch her nipples, while his other hand dipped low to where they were joined. His fingers stroked her cleft in that knowing way that never failed to make her come, and it didn’t take long for her breath to catch in the back of her throat and for him to feel the clench and pull of her body around his cock that signaled an impending climax. Hers and his.
He drove inside her one last time, high and hard, lodging himself as deeply as he could get just as the plane rumbled through an air pocket, causing the carrier to unexpectedly descend, then rise once again. The momentary sense of weightlessness added to the barrage of sensations rippling through him, increasing the intensity of his release. Hers, too, it seemed, as she
She was inches away from positioning his cock right where he ached to be when he finally found the fortitude to grasp her wrist and hold her at bay.
“Alex?” she breathed, the one word questioning why he’d stopped her.
Figuring his actions would speak louder than words at the moment, he turned her around so she was facing the mirror and braced her hands on the edge of the steel basin. He saw the uncertainty in her reflection, and knew the sudden and unexpected shift in control had thrown her off-kilter.
Holding her gaze in the mirror, he first wedged his shoe between her feet to help widen her stance, then reached around her and began unbuttoning her silky blouse, slowly, leisurely, contradicting her own need for a mad dash toward fulfillment.
“I want you just like this,” he murmured, his tone insistent. “I want to take you from behind, watch as you come for me while we’re flying up here in the clouds, and let you watch me, too.”
“Yes,” she whispered, obviously too far gone to realize the implications behind his ploy, or the fact that she was now under his command.
Her breathing quickened as he separated the sides of her top, then pulled down the sheer, lacy cups of her bra. She gasped as her breasts spilled free, full and quivering and tipped with pouting nipples that begged for the touch of his hands.
Not yet, but soon.
He dragged his hands downward, tracing the curve of her waist and hips through her clothing until he came into contact with her bare legs. He skimmed his palms along the satin-soft skin of her inner thighs, letting the hem of her skirt pool around his wrists as he glided higher and higher toward his final destination. Once there, his long fingers delved between her nether lips, finding her hot and wet and ready for him.
She whimpered impatiently, tossed her head back, and pushed her bottom against his groin. “Alex, please.”
He found her frustration incredibly sweet, because it didn’t happen often during sexual situations. Not when she was the one who normally held the reins of their seduction.
This time, and for the rest of the weekend, he was calling all the shots. “I’m getting there, baby,” he promised.
With her hips tilted at just the right angle for him, he slid his rod through her drenched curls from behind, found the entrance to her body, and with a hard, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. Dana’s mouth opened in a silent gasp, and though he knew he ought to be just as discreet considering where they were, there was no stopping the primitive male groan that erupted from his chest.
At the moment he didn’t care; his only thought was to possess her, completely and thoroughly. So when the time came later on tonight and he upped the emotional stakes between them, hopefully there would be no doubt in her mind as to how he truly felt about her.
As he plunged and withdrew in a building, gyrating rhythm, he swept her hair aside and nuzzled her neck with his lips, his ragged breathing warm and damp against her skin. He used one hand to caress her breasts and lightly pinch her nipples, while his other hand dipped low to where they were joined. His fingers stroked her cleft in that knowing way that never failed to make her come, and it didn’t take long for her breath to catch in the back of her throat and for him to feel the clench and pull of her body around his cock that signaled an impending climax. Hers and his.
He drove inside her one last time, high and hard, lodging himself as deeply as he could get just as the plane rumbled through an air pocket, causing the carrier to unexpectedly descend, then rise once again. The momentary sense of weightlessness added to the barrage of sensations rippling through him, increasing the intensity of his release. Hers, too, it seemed, as she
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