splayed out on her hips, giving me an unobstructed view of
her amazing breasts, toned torso and curvaceous hips. Bubbles
are very inconveniently blocking everything below. I’m so
entranced by her beauty that I don’t register her talking until she
loudly clears her throat.
“ Did
you say something?” I lean forward, take her hand and intentionally
direct my question to her chest . I am literally the luckiest
man alive . “What do you feed these things?” I ask,
forcefully palming her spectacular assets.
“ You’re
such an ass,” she laughs, splashing water in my face. “I
asked if you were satisfied. I’m getting cold.”
“ I
can see that,” I mutter over a mouthful of soapy water. “Stop
splashing!”
While
I cough and spit out suds, Breanne slips through my hands and slumps
into the water at the opposite end of the tub, laughing hysterically.
I lurch forward and pull her towards me, wrapping my arms
around her, which turns into a full on wrestling match.
Flipping her over as she squeals, I pin her arms to the side of
her head and trap her core between my legs.
Breanne
continues writhing. “Are you done yet?” I ask, smirking.
“ Nope,”
she sasses, popping the ‘p’ for effect, and bucking her hips
trying to get loose, but all she’s doing is turning me on.
“ Careful,”
I warn, pressing my erection against her. My humor has
been replaced with hunger. “And to answer your earlier
question, I’m far from satisfied. When it comes to you I’ll
never get enough.”
I
tilt my hips back, and then slide forward so that she can feel the
extent of my arousal. She closes her eyes, a moan
escaping her parted lips.
“ I’m
not stopping you.” My heart races at her words. She is
so fucking sexy. Her legs reflexively push against mine so I
shift my weight and use my knee to nudge her legs apart. “I
want you.” Her legs spread further on her own. “Let’s go
to the bedroom.”
I
lower myself onto her and begin rocking back and forth, sliding my
length against her slick folds. “I can’t wait.”
I
want her so badly, though I’m not going to tell her that the real
reason I don’t want to wait is because I’ll never take her in a
bed that she shared with another man.
Breanne’s
legs wrap around my waist in silent agreement. Drumming up as
much restraint as possible, I push into her slowly, determined to
make it last, savoring my version of paradise.
After
drying off and mopping up the floor, Breanne’s phone pings again,
and I immediately recognize the sound. She pauses, eyeing me
with a suspicious glare.
“ If
I had to guess, those alerts probably have something to do with my
flight,” I offer, answering her silent question.
“ Why
would you choosing not to get on a plane be newsworthy?”
“ Because
I did get on the plane.”
“ You
what? How are you here then?”
I
take a deep breath and start explaining to Breanne how I was able to
get off the plane. I read her letter several times and
started freaking out. It was painfully obvious that I’d
made a huge mistake by not listening to her. Brett tried
calming me down by telling me he’d get us on a flight back to
Boston the minute we landed, but I couldn’t wait that long.
I began hyperventilating and was punching the seat in front of
me. Unbeknownst to me, O’Conner was able to get the
stewardess’ attention and she notified the pilot that there was a
potential medical emergency onboard. Not ten
minutes later, I was ushered off the plane and taken by ambulance to
Mass General for evaluation. Just when I thought I was going to
be released, two TSA agents paid me a visit.
“ Well,
I guess that explains why it took you so long to get here,” she
says with a smile as she brushes her hair.
Breanne’s
phone rings and she quickly checks the screen before sending the
caller to voicemail. “Who’s that?” I ask
her amazing breasts, toned torso and curvaceous hips. Bubbles
are very inconveniently blocking everything below. I’m so
entranced by her beauty that I don’t register her talking until she
loudly clears her throat.
“ Did
you say something?” I lean forward, take her hand and intentionally
direct my question to her chest . I am literally the luckiest
man alive . “What do you feed these things?” I ask,
forcefully palming her spectacular assets.
“ You’re
such an ass,” she laughs, splashing water in my face. “I
asked if you were satisfied. I’m getting cold.”
“ I
can see that,” I mutter over a mouthful of soapy water. “Stop
splashing!”
While
I cough and spit out suds, Breanne slips through my hands and slumps
into the water at the opposite end of the tub, laughing hysterically.
I lurch forward and pull her towards me, wrapping my arms
around her, which turns into a full on wrestling match.
Flipping her over as she squeals, I pin her arms to the side of
her head and trap her core between my legs.
Breanne
continues writhing. “Are you done yet?” I ask, smirking.
“ Nope,”
she sasses, popping the ‘p’ for effect, and bucking her hips
trying to get loose, but all she’s doing is turning me on.
“ Careful,”
I warn, pressing my erection against her. My humor has
been replaced with hunger. “And to answer your earlier
question, I’m far from satisfied. When it comes to you I’ll
never get enough.”
I
tilt my hips back, and then slide forward so that she can feel the
extent of my arousal. She closes her eyes, a moan
escaping her parted lips.
“ I’m
not stopping you.” My heart races at her words. She is
so fucking sexy. Her legs reflexively push against mine so I
shift my weight and use my knee to nudge her legs apart. “I
want you.” Her legs spread further on her own. “Let’s go
to the bedroom.”
I
lower myself onto her and begin rocking back and forth, sliding my
length against her slick folds. “I can’t wait.”
I
want her so badly, though I’m not going to tell her that the real
reason I don’t want to wait is because I’ll never take her in a
bed that she shared with another man.
Breanne’s
legs wrap around my waist in silent agreement. Drumming up as
much restraint as possible, I push into her slowly, determined to
make it last, savoring my version of paradise.
After
drying off and mopping up the floor, Breanne’s phone pings again,
and I immediately recognize the sound. She pauses, eyeing me
with a suspicious glare.
“ If
I had to guess, those alerts probably have something to do with my
flight,” I offer, answering her silent question.
“ Why
would you choosing not to get on a plane be newsworthy?”
“ Because
I did get on the plane.”
“ You
what? How are you here then?”
I
take a deep breath and start explaining to Breanne how I was able to
get off the plane. I read her letter several times and
started freaking out. It was painfully obvious that I’d
made a huge mistake by not listening to her. Brett tried
calming me down by telling me he’d get us on a flight back to
Boston the minute we landed, but I couldn’t wait that long.
I began hyperventilating and was punching the seat in front of
me. Unbeknownst to me, O’Conner was able to get the
stewardess’ attention and she notified the pilot that there was a
potential medical emergency onboard. Not ten
minutes later, I was ushered off the plane and taken by ambulance to
Mass General for evaluation. Just when I thought I was going to
be released, two TSA agents paid me a visit.
“ Well,
I guess that explains why it took you so long to get here,” she
says with a smile as she brushes her hair.
Breanne’s
phone rings and she quickly checks the screen before sending the
caller to voicemail. “Who’s that?” I ask
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