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I build my pace, pushing into her over and over, her warm walls gripping me.
“God,” she moans. “If only you knew how many times I’ve fantasized about this.”
Her words turn me on even more than I already am.
“I know one of them, at least,” I say with a mischievous grin, referring to the overheard self-pleasuring episode that started our little arrangement.
She laughs, but her amused expression quickly turns back to one of serious, focused passion. I plunge into her again and again, her hair splaying out around her head like a fan of fire, her breasts bouncing with the power of each thrust.
As the intensity between us builds, I stay focused on Julie, attuned to her every reaction, every breath. My movements become more deliberate, each stroke designed to heighten her pleasure, to bring her closer to the edge. I can feel her body tensing, the anticipation building within her.
"Let go, Julie," I whisper, my voice low and encouraging as I slip a hand between us and draw deliberate circles on her swollen clit.
Her response is immediate and uninhibited. She arches beneath me, a symphony of soft moans and quickened breaths filling the space between us. I continue to move, my own desire mirroring hers, each moment drawing us closer to a shared climax.
Finally, she crosses that threshold, a wave of release washing over her. Her body shudders beneath me, a beautiful, raw expression of pleasure that drives me to my own edge. I feel her pussy tighten around my shaft, the intensity in her eyes urging me on.
With a few more purposeful thrusts, I join her in that exquisite release. It's a moment of profound connection, of two people lost in the sheer intensity of the experience. Our breaths mingle, our bodies intertwined in the aftermath, basking in the glow of a deeply shared intimacy.
Lying there in the serene afterglow, as the hum of the airplane engines blends into the background, I turn to Julie, a playful smile touching my lips. "I don’t think we’re going to be leaving this room before we land," I tease, my voice a mix of satisfaction and amusement.
Julie laughs, her eyes alive with a gleam of mischief. "Awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you?"
I raise an eyebrow, intrigued by her playful challenge. "Are you going to tell me I’m wrong?"
She leans closer, her breath a warm whisper against my cheek. "Nope, not even close."
Pulling her into my arms, I nuzzle my face into her hair and breathe deeply.
We lay together in the quiet that follows, a tangle of limbs and contentment. It’s not long before she drifts off to sleep, and I’m quick to follow her.
Chapter 15
Julie
Ifind myself in the middle of a dream that feels both surreal and vividly real. My eyes flutter open, and I'm immediately struck by the unfamiliar yet beautiful surroundings. The room is lovely and spacious, bathed in soft light, every detail crisp and clean. The windows are wide open, letting in a gentle breeze that carries the fresh, salty scent of the ocean.
For a moment I just lie there, soaking in the peacefulness of the room. The bed is incredibly comfortable, the kind you sink into and never want to leave. But it's the sound of children laughing that eventually pulls me from the cocoon of the sheets. It's a sound full of joy and innocence, and it makes my heart feel lighter just hearing it.
I rise slowly, my feet touching the cool floor, and start to wander through the house. It's enormous, every inch of it exuding a sense of luxury and comfort. The kind of place I've seen in movies but never imagined I'd be in. The walls are adorned with art that's both intriguing and beautiful, and every window offers a breathtaking view of the endless ocean stretching out to the horizon.
I follow the sound of laughter, finding myself drawn to it like a moth to a flame. It leads me to the living room, a vast space with floor-to-ceiling windows that frame the stunning seascape outside.
There, in the middle of the room, are two beautiful children, their giggles filling the air. They're playing some sort of game, completely engrossed in their own little world. I can't see their faces, but there's something familiar about them, something that tugs at my heart.
There’s a man sitting with them, his back to me, but there's a familiarity about him, as well. His posture, the way he interacts with the children, is undeniably captivating. Even from this angle, I can tell he's handsome, with broad shoulders and an air of gentle strength about him. The way the children gravitate toward him, their trust and love evident in their easy laughter, is heartwarming.
I stand there watching them, a sense of bliss enveloping me. It's a feeling I've never known before, a deep, fulfilling contentment that seems to seep into my very bones. This scene, this moment, it feels like everything I've ever wanted, everything I didn't know I was longing for.
But just as the man begins to turn around, just as I'm about to see his face, the dream starts to slip away. The edges of the room blur, the sound of the ocean fades, and the laughter becomes distant.
I awaken, the remnants of the dream still clinging to me, leaving a lingering sense of loss in its wake. I am still in the bedroom on the plane, familiar yet stark compared to the dream. The ocean is gone, replaced by the view of the rolling white clouds below.
I lie there for a moment, trying to hold onto the dream, to the feeling of utter happiness it brought me. But it's quickly slipping away, like sand through my fingers. All that remains is a sense of longing, a yearning for something I can't quite put my finger on.
I blink away the remnants of the dream, my eyes adjusting to the reality of my surroundings. Plush and luxurious, but a far cry from the fantasy I'd just woken from. As the memories of what happened with Ivan flood back, a warm flush spreads through me. The passion, the intensity of our encounter is still so vivid, so fresh in my mind.
For a brief moment, I entertain the thought of a round two but when I turn to the other side of the bed, expecting to find Ivan, I'm met with nothing but neatly tucked sheets and the cool absence of his presence.
