The first touch of his tongue on her pussy was electric, a slow, deliberate stroke that made her knees instinctively try to close around his head. But Rio held
Her thighs apart firmly, his grip unyielding. “Relax,” he murmured against her before diving back in, this time with more urgency.
Kylee’s head fell back against the mirror with a soft thud, her fingers tangling in Rio’s hair as his tongue worked magic on her. He wasn’t gentle, he didn't need to be. Every flick, every swirl, every deep stroke was calculated to drive her wild. She could feel the tension in her body melting away, replaced by a growing heat that coiled low in her stomach.
“Oh yes,” she gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily as Rio’s tongue found that sensitive spot that made her see stars. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he wasn’t letting up. His hands moved to grip her hips now, pulling her closer to the edge of the counter so he could go deeper. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious mix of pleasure and desperation that made her toes curl.
Rio’s rhythm was relentless, his tongue moving faster now as he felt her body start to tighten. One of his hands left her hip, sliding between them to tease her entrance with his fingers. Kylee moaned softly, her voice barely audible over the hum of the jet. “More” she begged, not even sure what she was asking for anymore.
He didn’t need to be told twice. Rio slipped a finger inside her, curling it just right as his tongue continued
On her clit. It was too much and not enough all at once,and Kylee could feel herself spiraling toward the edge. Her breaths came in short, shallow gasps, her body trembling as pleasure built to a crescendo.
When she finally came, it hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her with an intensity that left her breathless. Rio didn’t stop until every last tremor had wracked through her body, until she was boneless and spent on the counter.
As she caught her breath, Rio stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a smug grin playing on his lips. “Feel better?” he asked, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
Kylee laughed weakly, her legs still shaking. “I guess I’m part of the mile-high club now,” she joked, her voice still tinged with the lingering haze of pleasure.
Rio chuckled, his hands moving to unbutton his shirt as he stepped closer to her again. “Oh, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. Rio’s fingers were already working on his belt, his eyes locked on Kylee’s with that familiar, predatory gleam. She could feel the heat radiating off him as he stepped closer, his chest nearly brushing against her thighs where shestill sat on the counter. Her body was still humming from the intensity of her orgasm, but something about the way he looked at her like he wasn’t finished yet sent a fresh wave of desire rippling through her.
“Rio,” she started, her voice soft but laced with anticipation, “the kids”
“Are asleep,” he interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. His hands gripped the edge of the counter on either side of her, caging her in. “And you and I? We’re just getting started.”
The air between them crackled with tension, and Kylee couldn’t help but melt under the weight of his dominance. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “You want more, don’t you?”
She shivered, her breath hitching. There was no point in denying it. Yes, she wanted more. Needed more. The stress of the day, the chaos of the day, it all melted away when he touched her. When he made her feel like this.
Before she could answer, Rio’s hands were on her hips, lifting her effortlessly off the counter and spinning her around to face the mirror. His reflection loomed behind her, his dark eyes burning with intent. One hand slid up her back, tangling in her hair as he pulled her head back just enough to expose the curve of her neck. His lips pressed against her skin, hot and demanding, and Kylee’s knees threatened to buckle.
“Hold onto the sink,” he commanded, his voice low and gravelly. She obeyed without hesitation, her fingers gripping the cool porcelain as he lowered himself behind her.
Rio’s hands wandered down her body, exploring every curve with a possessiveness that made her pulse race. His breath was warm against the back of her thigh as he kissed his way up, his tongue tracing a path that left her trembling.
Then, just as he was about to push her over the edge again, the jet suddenly lurched violently. Kylee gasped, her grip on the sink tightening as the plane hit turbulence. The overhead lights flickered, and a loud shudder rattled through the cabin. Rio’s hands shot out to steady her, his body pressing against hers protectively.
“What the hell?” he muttered, glancing toward the door.
“We need to get back to our seats,” Kylee said, her voice shaky but urgent. She scrambled to pull up her leggings, her heart racing for an entirely different reason now.
Rio hesitated for a moment, clearly torn between the situation at hand and the unfinished business between them. But another jolt of turbulence decided for him. With a low growl of frustration, he straightened and grabbed her hand.
“Come on,” he said, pulling her toward the door. They stumbled into the aisle, the plane still rocking slightly as they made their way back to their seats. The kids were still asleep, blissfully unaware of the chaos. Kylee sank into her seat, buckling her seatbelt with trembling fingers. Rio sat across from her, his jaw tight with unspent tension.
For a few minutes, they sat in silence, the plane stabilizing as quickly as the turbulence had started. Kylee glanced at Rio, her body still thrumming with unfulfilled desire. His eyes met hers, and she could see the same hunger reflected in his gaze.
As soon as the seatbelt sign turned off, Rio unbuckled and stood, extending his hand to her. “Back to business,” he said, his voice heavy with promise.
Kylee hesitated for just a moment before taking his hand, letting him lead her back toward the bathroom. As soon as the door closed behind them, Rio spun her around, pressing her against the wall with a force that made her gasp.
His lips crashed into hers, consuming her in a kiss so intense it left no room for thought. His hands were everywhere on her hips, her waist, tugging at her clothes with a desperation that mirrored her own. Kylee arched into him, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt as she tried to keep up with his frenzied pace.
Finally, Rio pulled back just enough to yank his shirt off, revealing the chiseled planes of his chest. Kylee’s breath caught as she ran her hands over his skin, feeling the heat and power coiled beneath the surface. He groaned at her touch, his hips pressing into hers with a need that made her ache.
“Rio,” she whispered, her voice breaking on his name. He didn’t respond with words; instead, he lifted her again, this time wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her back to the sink. His mouth found hers once more, swallowing her moans as he positioned himself at her entrance. And then he was inside her, filling her completely in one swift motion. Kylee cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move slowly at first, then faster, harder, until the world around them blurred into nothing but sensation.
The turbulence outside was nothing compared to the storm raging between them. Each thrust sent sparks shooting throughKylee’s body, each stroke driving her closer to the edge. Rio’s breath was hot against her neck as he whispered filthy promises in her ear, his voice husky with need.
