“Ansel—” I gasped, the plane rocking as it hit another air pocket. He drug a knuckle through my slick, tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“That’s it,” his voice dropped even lower. “Keep breathing for me, Junie.”
He’d shifted towards me, just a little, pupils blown wide, as he pushed a finger inside of me. “Ansel,” I panted, trying to keep my voice down.
“Good girl,” he mused, curling his finger against my walls. “Stay quiet.” And this thumb —fuckhis thumb — pressed against my clit. I wanted to scream, to moan, towritheunder his touch, but I couldn’t.
So I whimpered, softly,pleadingfor him to keep touching me,with my eyes screwed tight shut, focusing onhimand not the jerk of the plane.
The world narrowed to just him — the press of his fingers, his warm, quiet breath against the side of my face, the teasing brush of his lips when a little noise escaped me.
“I’m gonna add another,” he whispered, his own breath a little wrecked as he pulled his finger out of me, just to pushtwoback in. “God, June,”hewas whimpering now. “You feel so good.”
My hips bucked without my permission, and a greedy smile took over Ansel’s face. “You gonna come, baby?” He kept moving his fingers inside of me, circling my clit with his thumb. “Just from this? Greedy girl.”
I nodded, furiously.
“Good, let me feel you.” He pressed his lips against my temple. “God, I hope it’s messy.” His hand was moving faster, I could feel my heart beat skyrocketing, threatening to beat out of my chest.
My breathing hitched with the pace of his fingers, the way his hand pushed and brushed andpet. “Come on baby,” He whispered in my ear, “Right now, right here.”
With a final swipe of his thumb, I fell apart. With his…unoccupiedhand, he pulled my face towards him, pressing his lips to mine and swallowing my moan whole.
I didn’t think my orgasm wasevergoing to stop. He continued to rock his fingers into me, continued to press against my clit — I could haveswornhe yanked a second climax out of me.
Once my vision finally returned to me and my heartbeat came down, I found him,grinning, as he looked at me. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, withdrawing his hand from underneath the blanket
I sagged back against the seat, heart racing, cheeks flushed. I couldn’t evenlookat him. Once again, I had letlustget the best of me, lethimget the best of me. I kept my eyes trained on my hands, twisted into the blanket, as my heart rate raced beyond reason.
Ansel just leaned back, utterly unbothered, eyes dark and satisfied. “See?” he whispered, smug as hell. “Easiest flight of your life.”
And as I turned to face him, I caught him with his finger in his mouth, making the mostobsceneshow of cleaning himself. “A guy could get addicted, Juniper.”
CHAPTER 37
She fell asleep shortly after, and had been out for most of the flight, curled warm and pliant against me, and I hadn’t let myself move more than I had to. Every shift of the plane, every bump of turbulence, I’d just tightened my arm around her and let her stay buried in me like she belonged there.
The flightwaspretty rough; I’d give her that. The turbulence had been constant, the kind that made your stomach pitch. But she’d done so damn well — breathing for me, trusting me, letting me take care of her in the smallest, filthiest way possible under that blanket.
Now? She was curled into me like I was the safest thing in the world, soft little breaths brushing my neck.
God help me, I wanted to stay like this forever.
My arm was around her shoulders, my thumb idly stroking her upper arm through the blanket. I could still feel the faint tremor in her body from earlier, like the ghost of what we’d done.
AndChrist, I’d never been so hard in my life.
I shifted just slightly, careful not to wake her, letting my head rest lightly against hers.
After an undetermined amount of time snuggled up together, the pilot announced we’d be landing soon.
“Hey, kid.” I said softly, lips brushing her messy hair. “We’re almost there.”
She stirred beside me, shaking her head as if she could keep the arrival at bay. “The landing is the worst,” she muttered, fingers searching for something.
“It’ll be alright,” I said softly, sliding my hand to her thigh. With a gentle, reassuring squeeze, I smiled. “Just you and me, kid.”
“You, me, and asphalt flying at us at a billion miles an hour.”
