He grins. “Yeah. ‘Wow.’ Now, be a good girl and torture me some more.”
My body trembles as his warm hands map over me, but this time not from the cold. His touch is a million things at once. Firm, tender, fast, slow, just shy of bruising. I squirm underneath him, wanting more. Wanting it everywhere, all at once. I want to be branded by it.
He kisses my neck, his teeth grazing a sensitive spot and I whimper.
I feel him smile against my skin. “That spot.” He strokes the spot in question with his tongue and grins as my body responds. “That’s one of my favourite spots. You make the most entertaining noises when I kiss you there.”
“I’m so happy you find me amusing.” I attempt to push him off me but the firm wall of muscle stays put. “But hey. At least you picked a favourite.” I push at him again.
“What are you doing?” he asks, peering down at me curiously.
I huff out an exhausted laugh. “Trying, in vain, to gain some higher ground.”
He raises one eyebrow. “Why didn’t you just say so?” In one smooth movement, Arthur rolls onto his back, taking me with him. I find myself straddling his waist.
I place my hands on his chest for balance. “Wow. Two flights in one day.” His hands stroke my thighs before settling on my ass. He looks up at me with such appreciation, such reverence, I can’t help but feel self conscious. Unworthy. “Enjoying the view?” I try to keep my tone light and unaffected.
“I am.” His voice is low and unhurried. “But to be honest, I had another one in mind.”
“Oh?”
“Mm-hmm.” His fingers toy with the waistband of my pink panties. “Why don’t you slip these off and move yourself up a little higher.”
I still. Is he asking me to do what I think he is? I do as I’m asked, managing to awkwardly maneuver out of my underwear and position myself higher on his abdomen.
“Higher.”
I move up more until I’m struggling to straddle his impossibly broad chest. I feel exposed but exhilarated.
“Almost there, Elliot. Higher.”
I freeze. “I don’t…it’s just I’ve never done that…that way before.”
He strokes my hipbone, his touch light and reassuring. “And I’ve never wanted to do it more in my life. So it’ll be a first for both of us.” He pauses. “If you want it to be.”
I’m nodding, already moving higher. His hands cup my ass as he guides me the rest of the way to his mouth.
The first stroke of his tongue makes my back arch and my thighs shake. I press my hands to the headboard of the bed, trying to support my weight on it so I don’t smother him.
But he only pulls me down harder against him, groaning against me as he tastes me hungrily. I give up any form of resistance, as he alternates long licks with light kisses. My head drops back and I moan as pleasure travels through every vein.
“You’re using your indoor voice, Elliot.” Hetsks. “I want to hear you.” Then his lips fasten around my clit and he sucks.
“Ohhhhmygoddd.” I barely recognize my own voice as I moan nonsensical words. Arthur palms my ass, groaning his approval. It’s intoxicating and new and so, so good. Not justthe pleasure he’s giving me in droves. The way he wants me. The way he wants to please me. I’ve never experienced anything like it.
The pressure builds faster. Too fast. And then I’m crying out, my thighs clamping around his face. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow down as I fall apart on top of him. I feel myself go limp as I let him lift me off him and lay me down on the bed.
The cool sheets against my skin make me shiver, and his laugh rumbles low and warm beside me.
“How could you possibly still be cold?”
He props himself up and slips an arm around my waist, drawing me in until my back fits perfectly against his chest. The heat of him seeps into my bone marrow. I’m struck by the quiet realization that this isn’t just comfort; it’s care. He makes me feel chosen. Seen. And I want more firsts with him.
“Well, unlike you, I’m not fully clothed.” My speech is slowed, almost slurred. Even in this dazed state, I still want more. My hands get to work, unbuttoning his shirt and pants with impressive dexterity. He lifts his hips as I slide off his pants, taking them from me when I’ve removed them. He grabs a condom from the pocket before throwing them to the floor. He puts it on and I lie back, eagerly awaiting.
It takes him a moment to climb on top of me. As incredible a specimen that Arthur Stetson is, there are limitations on how his leg bends. After a minute though, he’s settled between my legs, his strong forearms braced on either side of my head.
“Fuck.” He sighs as he sinks into me. My nails dig into his shoulders as I adjust to the sheer size of him. “I thought about this the entire fucking flight.”
