More than anyone, ever.
I grip her hips tightly, steadying her as I kiss her with a rawness that surprises even me. My usual control is nowhere to be found. There’s only her warmth, her scent, her soft moans as my hands slide under her skirt.
I push aside her underwear and she shivers as my fingers stroke her. She’s already wet for me, and the knowledge sends a surge of possessive satisfaction through my blood. My fingers find her clit, sliding around it in a way that makes her shudder.
“Eva,” she breathes, her hips rocking against my hand.
I love the way she says my name. I move my fingers slowly at first, teasing, drawing out those little gasps and whimpers that have become my favorite sounds. I circle her hard clit faster as her breath hitches. Her hands tangle in my hair, tugging in a way that sends jolts of pleasure straight through me.
Robin’s body is a masterpiece of curves and softness, so different from my own lean and compact frame. But then she’s sunshine where I’m shadow, warmth where I’m ice. And somehow, impossibly, she fits against me like she was made for this.
Made for me.
I pull my hand from between her thighs, and she lets out a small noise of frustration. But I need to taste her, need to feel her coming against my tongue. I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pull them down, letting her step out of them and kick them away.
Then she’s straddling me again, her thighs spreading wide, her wet pussy open for me. I run a finger down her slit, then bring it to my lips, sucking it clean. She watches me, eyes half-closed, her breathing fast and shallow, and then I let down the seatand wriggle down in it, my intentions clear. She reaches for the headrest and pulls herself higher, lining up with my mouth.
I bury my face in her cunt and her taste floods my senses. Sweet and musky and addictive. I can’t get enough of her. My tongue moves faster, finding her clit and flicking it hard, making her gasp and grind against me. I can’t breathe, but I don’t care, don’t need to. All that matters is her, and the way she’s using me, fucking herself against my mouth.
“Oh, God, Eva, I’m gonna come.”
Her words go straight to my clit, making me ache with desire, and I grab her ass with both hands, pulling her tighter, encouraging her to take her pleasure. She’s riding me, her juices smearing over my face, and then she tenses and shudders and cries out, her body going rigid as an orgasm rolls through her, her cunt clenching and releasing, her thighs shaking.
I let her clamber gently back into her seat, laughing at her dazed expression.
“Fuck,” she mutters. “The whole place is going to smell like…” She laughs. “Well, like we did what we just did.”
“So what?” I ask casually. “It’s my goddamn plane. And I’m not done with you yet.” But just as I say that, the seat belt sign comes on. I’m inclined to ignore it, but Robin looks a little nervous again, the antithesis of what I hoped to achieve. I set my chair back to seated position. “Come on,” I tell her, pulling out the half of her seat belt that she’s sitting on. “Let’s get you strapped down.”
“You should put your seat belt on, too,” she says anxiously. “Just in case.”
“I plan to. Leon would be mortified if I managed to die from airplane turbulence.” But before I fasten my own belt, I reach over to snatch one of the soft blankets folded on an empty seat. I spread it over both of us and Robin snuggles into me. “Now we’re safeandprivate,” I purr into her ear.
She looks up at me, eyes sparkling. “What do you mean?”
“I mean there’s nothing like a little mutual fingering to pass the time when you’re trapped inside a metal tube high above the ground.”
Her laugh turns to a squeak as I run a hand up her thigh, tugging her skirt up again. Her panties are still on the ground, and when she spreads her legs, I can feel her damp heat.
“Don’t be selfish,” I tell her in mock admonition, and with a cheeky grin, Robin copies me, sliding her hand up under my skirt, too. We watch each other’s expressions as we tease, fingers moving in sync, and then we’re kissing again, tongues meeting, mouths hot and hungry.
I slip two fingers inside her easily, her heat making me groan. She’s tight and warm, her inner walls clenching around my fingers as they plunge into her. But her fingers on my clit are driving me crazy.
I’m usually a dominant lover. I love watching Robin react to my touch. But there’s something undeniably intoxicating about being on equal footing with her. We’re side by side here, facing each other, kissing, touching, sharing.
She’s the first woman I’ve been intimate with in a long time that I would consider an equal. It’s new, this feeling. New and overwhelming and a little terrifying.
Robin slides her fingers around the sides of my clit, pinning and almost pinching it, sending a shock of pleasure through my body. I’m so wet for her, so desperate. I can feel my own arousal dripping down the insides of my thighs.
We’re both panting, the sound almost drowned out by the engine noise. I press my palm against her pussy and grind the heel into her, letting her ride it. At the same time, she’s working my clit with her fingers, and I can feel myself getting closer.
As for Robin, she’s just about there, her breath coming in short gasps.
I keep rubbing her, letting her use my hand. Her fingers falter on me, and then she cries out, her thighs squeezing around my hand as she comes. And as she shudders, her fingers tighten reflexively, sending me over the edge, too. My orgasm hits me hard and fast, and she kisses me to muffle my groans.
For a few moments we sit there panting, our hands still buried in each other. It’s blissfully peaceful.
“You’re dangerous, Novak,” Robin chuckles at last, her voice soft and sated.
