I brushed her hand away to slide on the protection, then reached to roll her dress up over her hips, then yank her panties to the side.
A sweet little mewling sound escaped her as her hand balanced on my shoulder as she positioned over me, then lowered down.
I expected her to take me in inch by inch, to drag it out. So a ragged curse escaped me as she sank down in one movement, her hot, tight walls closing around my cock.
A moan escaped her as her walls tightened, as her hips did a little wiggle.
Leaning in, she pressed her temple to mine as she started to ride me.
There was nothing slow or tentative about it. She knew what she wanted and she chased it relentlessly, her soft sounds in my ear, her fingers gripping my arms, nails biting in.
Her sounds became more gasps than groans and I felt her pussy tighten just before the orgasm coursed through her, making her press her lips into my neck to muffle her cries as she came.
But I wasn’t done with her. Not yet.
As she collapsed into me, too spent to move, I shifted my hold on her panties so my thumb pressed against her clit with each small movement. Then I started to thrust up into her. Fast. Hard. Relentless.
Her lips pressed hard against my skin, trying to muffle the loud moans that started to escape her.
But I didn’t give a fuck if the driver, the people driving beside us, or all of fucking Miami heard her. I just wanted her to feel this, to remember this.
“Rafe,” she gasped, her whole body trembling with the need for release.
“That’s it,” I murmured, lips against her ear. “Moan my name when you come around my cock.”
Then, like she’d been seeking permission, that’s exactly what she did.
I came with her, my vision going white around the edges as I did.
Lula collapsed against me after, her whole body boneless, but racked with aftershocks.
For as long as I could, I held her tightly to me, savoring the feel of her, the rightness.
As I expected, it was Lula who lifted up, who shifted away, desperately trying to yank her skirt back into place.
I zipped back up and tried not to let it show that a hole just opened up in my chest.
“Wait,” Lula said, looking out the window. “Where are we going?” she asked as the driver turned into the airport. “This isn’t an airport.”
“It’s a private airport.”
“A private… what did you do?”
“Asked a buddy to borrow their plane for the day.”
“Which buddy? And I can’t believe I even have to ask that, but you seem to be best friends with every billionaire in Miami.”
Either she wasn’t as affected as I was, or she was doing everything in her power not to show me that she was. Both options fucking sucked.
“This is Teddy’s jet,” I told her, not having it in me to manage anything but a monotone. “I didn’t want to risk Zayn having forgotten anything illicit on his.”
“Oh, okay. Well, this is really nice. Totally unnecessary, but nice.”
I nodded at that as the driver parked then climbed out to make his way to her door.
“Are you coming out?” she asked, directing the question at my chin.
“The driver will get your bags,” I told her.
