Leigh leans back against the couch, watching me with that quiet confidence she always seems to have. “Hardly.”
And for the first time since I left the doctor’s office, I almost believe she could be right.
10
RONAN
Firm.Solid, even. Her ass is like the rest of her. A well-developed machine.
My fingers dig into the flesh there as I pull her down onto my cock, and I’m on my knees on my plane’s bed. I have to give up the two-hand grip on her perfect ass to bar an arm behind her waist. Otherwise, she’s too far away, even while she’s on my cock.
I want her close. Need her heat. All of it.
Her limbs wrap around me—legs at my waist, arms around my neck—like she’s trying to envelop me in every way possible. Every inch of contact between us is the only part of me that’s ever been happy, ever been satisfied.
I found my match. This girl is as greedy as I am.
My sounds are not my own. Neither are hers. These raw vocalizations would have echoed in a real room, but in my airplane, they’re drowned by the low roar of the engines.
Instinct takes over. I flex my hips and bounce her on my cock. Her perfect little tits bounce in time with my thrusts. As much as I’m penetrating her, I’m captive to her sharp green eyes. They’ve pierced me, heating my bones, my soul.
Closer. I need to be closer.
I slow down and press my forehead to hers. “You take my cock like such a good girl, Sage. Look down.”
She does, and her pussy flexes around me again. She likes the view enough that it’s getting her off. She’s near her orgasm now. Her chest flushes, and her breath comes in hot puffs on my face.
Naughty girl.
I taunt her and flip her onto her hands and knees to take her from behind. There’s that perfect ass again, but I have another target in mind, and I lick her everywhere.
Her gasp. That fucking gasp?—
I wake up from the dream, my hand already on my cock. The memory is still vivid. It’s replayed now and then for months, and I can’t stop thinking about my mile-high hookup. Sex dreams have invaded my sleep ever since I can remember, but none as intoxicating as this one.
Lube from the top nightstand drawer, and I’m off to the races as I close my eyes once again.
I still taste Sage on my tongue. Sweet. Addictive.
When I swat her ass, the sound echoes in my mind, and I’m without another thought. Only the memory of feeling her stretch around my cock. Mere seconds before she’s trembling on me.
I grab her hands. Force her onto the bed flat. Take away her choices, so she can focus on her pleasure. I have her now. I can make her come at any time, but there’s something delicious about making us both wait to heighten the impact.
Fuck it. I need this.
My hand slides up and down my shaft, a weak mimic of her pussy, but all I have for now. I add twitches to my jerking, trying to bring out the feel of her almost coming on me.
I demand, “Come for me, love.”
We both erupt, the memory of her on my cock, and me in my bed and shooting onto my stomach. The tension in my body vanishes, leaving me huffing on my back and staring at the ceiling.
It’s strange. I haven’t been able to stop thinking of her, to the point that I haven’t slept with anyone else. The thought of doing that feels like the ghost of cheating, which is patently absurd when I consider the circumstances.
I don’t know where she is. Where she’s going. If she’s still in Boston, or if she’s left for greener pastures. We are not a couple. Sleeping with someone else would obviously not be cheating.
And yet…
I laugh at myself again and clean off with tissues before hopping into the shower. I’m no fool. I know I’m being ridiculous. But the fact remains that I’m obsessed.
