"Fuck, Noelle," I growled, a half-laugh escaping through the fog of pleasure. "You trying to strangle my cock with that tight pussy? Keep squeezing like that and you'll make me come before I'm done with you."
She flushed even deeper, but the turbulence made her grip tighter, her nails digging into my back. The momentary loss of gravity heightened every sensation, her walls fluttering wildly around me. I wasright on the precipice, that sudden clench almost too much—damn, she was going to unravel me right there.
Screw it. I pulled out briefly, ignoring her protesting whine, and scooped her up into my arms. "Wrap your legs around me," I commanded, my voice thick with lust.
She complied, locking her ankles behind my back, her arms around my neck. I slid back into her seamlessly, the new angle allowing me to hit even deeper, eliciting a cry from her lips. Holding her like that, I began to walk—slow, leisurely steps around the compact lounge room, as if we were taking a casual stroll, not fucking thousands of feet in the air.
Each step bounced her on my length, gravity and movement driving me deeper. Noelle clung tighter, her breath ragged, body tensing with every motion. The way she squeezed me—nervous, thrilled, impossibly tight from the tension—ignited me further, desire surging. "God, you're holding on like you never want to let go," I murmured in her ear. "Feel that? Every step buries me deeper inside you. Up here in the clouds, you're completely mine—no escaping, just taking me over and over."
She moaned, her head falling back, baring her neck for me to kiss and suck. But the extra tightness from her nerves, the way she clenched with every shift, pushed me to my limits. I couldn't hold back anymore. I backed her against the wall, pinning her there with my body, and thrust hard, unrelenting.
"Yeah, just like that," I groaned, pounding into her with raw force. "Scream for me, Noelle. Let the fucking sky hear how good I'm owning you. We're miles high, baby—no one but the heavens to see how soaked you are, how you're dripping for my cock."
Her cries filled the space, raw and desperate, absorbed by the soundproof walls. I gripped her thighs, spreading her wider, slamming in with thrusts that rocked us both. The plane stabilized, but I didn't ease up, driving deeper and faster, whispering filthy words in her ear. "You feel incredible, clenching around me like a vice. High above the world, like gods—me claiming every inch of you, youswallowing me whole. Come for me up here, Noelle. Shatter and soak my cock, let me feel you milk me dry in the clouds."
The turbulence returned briefly, another dip that made her tighten even more, her body arching against the wall as I hammered into her. "Fuck, that's it—squeeze me harder, like you're trying to keep me forever. Up in this private heaven, I'm going to fill you up until you're overflowing." I reached between us, my thumb circling her clit, adding to the frenzy. She bucked against me, moans turning to pleas, her nails raking down my back.
I shifted angles, hitting that spot inside her that made her gasp louder. "Look at you, Noelle, falling apart for me at thirty thousand feet. No one else gets this—you're my sky-high secret, wet and begging." My pace quickened, hips snapping forward with bruising intensity, the slap of skin echoing in the room. She was so responsive, every thrust drawing out whimpers, her walls fluttering in anticipation.
"Keep moaning like that, and I'll fuck you through every cloud," I rasped, nipping her earlobe. "Imagine it—me buried deep while the world rushes by below. You're mine, all mine, clenching so perfectly." The pressure built, her body trembling on the edge, and I didn't hold back, pounding relentlessly, one hand bracing the wall, the other holding her hip to pull her down onto me harder.
She shattered first, her climax crashing over her like a wave, body convulsing, walls pulsing in rhythmic waves that dragged me right along. I followed with a guttural groan, spilling deep inside her, holding her pinned against the wall as we rode the aftershocks, our bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction.
We stayed entwined for a long moment, breaths mingling, hearts racing in unison. Slowly, I eased her down, my kisses turning soft—on her forehead, her cheeks, her lips—tender now, reverent. "See?" I whispered. "It's real. All of it."
She smiled up at me, exhausted but radiant, and I knew this was only the beginning.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Noelle
The plane touched down at Keflavik International Airport as evening fell. Stepping out of the cabin, a chilling wind laced with the salty tang of the Atlantic hit me full force.
I shivered, instinctively hugging my arms tight.
A heavy coat suddenly draped over my shoulders. Kholod's movement was a bit stiff, like he wasn't used to gestures like this. "Put it on," he said, his tone still carrying that commanding edge, but his eyes betrayed an awkward hint of concern.
"Thanks." I pulled it close, a warmth blooming in my chest.
His coat was massive, practically swallowing me whole. The sleeves dangled way past my hands—I had to roll them up to free my fingers. It still carried his scent, that familiar mix of cedar and tobacco.
"Let's go." He reached out as if to take my hand but hesitated mid-air, then just strode ahead. "The car's waiting outside."
Watching that rigid gesture, I couldn't help but find it oddly amusing. This man who called the shots in Philadelphia, fumbling over something as simple as holding hands.
We checked into a boutique hotel near Vik Town—the spot I'dhighlighted in my guide, right by the black sand beach, ideal for catching the northern lights and exploring nearby attractions.
Kholod flipped through my thick guidebook, a subtle note of surprise in his voice. "You've planned out daily itineraries, opening hours, even the best angles for photos."
"Of course." I unpacked my camera and tripod from the suitcase. "I take my planning seriously. It was all just armchair dreaming before, but now it's finally happening."
"Where to tomorrow?" he asked.
"Skogafoss and Seljalandsfoss." I pointed to the photos in the guide. "Those south coast waterfalls are stunning. Then the black sand beach for the Basalt Columns—maybe puffins if we're lucky."
"They're ugly."
"No way!" My eyes widened as I shoved my phone with pictures right under his nose. "Look, they're adorable."
