My name rolled off her lips in almost a moan. She closed her eyes as I tugged on the seat of her panties. They were already wet just as I knew they would be.
“You gonna tell me another nigga making puddles like this between your legs without even touching you?”
“Kareem, can you please stop? What if someone comes?”
“The only people on this plane besides me and you are the pilot and a flight attendant, and I already told her not to come back here unless I call for her. It’s just you and me, baby.”
“Kareem, stop.”
“Do you really want me to?”
“No, but… um… I’m not thinking straight.”
“Tell me why you’re pretending with me, like I don’t know you better than you know yourself, like I don’t have every inch of your body imprinted in the back of my mind forever.”
I let one of my fingers slip between her folds, and Karina clenched her legs around my hands. When I finally let my eyes meet hers again, she gave me a warning look, like she was daring me to take it further, and I loved a dare.
“Kareem, look at me. I’m not pretending. What we had is in the past. Why can’t we just leave it there?”
“I will after tonight,” I lied before pulling Karina to the edge of her seat and throwing her panties to the ground in one motion.
I pushed her skirt above her waist and positioned her legs over my shoulders. I could feel the heat coming from Karina’s pussy before I put my entire face in it.
Karina’s moans were intoxicating as fuck, and every flick of my tongue caused her to grip a different part of my head. The more I kissed, licked, and sucked her clit, the more she ran her hands through my hair. I normally hated it when someone touched my hair, but Karina was always in a different category from everyone else.
Growing up as a mixed kid in an all-black neighborhood had its struggles. Sometimes, I never felt black enough for the other kids, but I knew damn well I wasn’t white. When I was in elementary and middle school, I would let the girls play in my hair if that meant I could be close to them, but by the time I got to high school, that shit was dead. It took me a while to understand that having a white daddy (that I knew nothing about) meant I would be fetishized by people who didn’t know any better. Besides me not wanting to be associated with the motherfucker at all for what he did to my mother, I just hated the idea of someone wanting me because of something he gave me.
The more I thought about the past, the more passionate and methodical I became with trying to pull an orgasm out of Karina. Her soft cries could be heard throughout the plane as I continued my work. Her quick breaths caused her body to rise and fall.
“Oh my God, Kareem. I’m about to cum.”
Karina was telling me something I already knew. Her shaky legs were evidence of her nearing her climax. I could feel her bud throbbing in my mouth, but that didn’t stop me. I wanted to taste her juices as they trickled out of her.
She rained down the sides of my mouth like she’d be waiting just as long as I had for this moment, for us. Karina tasted of everything I missed about my childhood… like home.
I didn’t want to stop there. I wanted to slide up in her right here on this flight, but I knew we wouldn’t be able to remain as discreet as we needed to. The type of punishment I wanted to unleash on Karina could only be done in private. I wanted her to scream her reason for leaving me loud enough for the entire world to hear.
I wanted to make her cum multiple times because just this once wasn’t good enough. It would never be good enough. Just like having her and losing her would never be good enough. Karina wasn’t a woman you could be okay with experiencing one time. I wanted her for the rest of my life.
“Let me help you clean up.”
I shook the thoughts of forever out of my mind as I backed away from Karina. Our eyes remained locked on each other like we were scared to look away. I was scared, scared that if I turned my head for a second, she would be gone.
“Um... Can you hand me my bag from the overhead?”
I did as I was asked. Karina grabbed her bag from my hand and searched around before pulling out a smaller bag. She gave me one last shy look before moving in the direction of thebathroom. We still had a couple of hours in this flight, so I was sure that no matter how much she cleaned up, she’d soon be making a mess again.
Chapter
Nine
Karina
Ihad cum at least four times before we landed. Walking from the tarmac to the inside of the airport proved difficult for legs that felt like they were made of licorice. I didn’t want to admit it to Kareem, but he was the only man I’d ever been with. My first time with him on prom night was also the last. I didn’t think I was waiting for him intentionally. In fact, the thought had never crossed my mind. I was simply running for what could have been.
Getting myself into the same situation with someone new would be an act of insanity. I was not a woman who would put myself in the same positions and wonder why I kept getting the same outcomes. That was why I hadn’t been with anyone intimately since him. That and the fact that none of the men I dated got me to the point where I even wanted to drop my panties for them. The dating pool had literal trash in it, and I refused to dumpster dive.
“I need to run to the bathroom to… um… clean up.” I whispered so only Kareem could hear me.
