Nicolai was protecting me from getting hurt with both his arms around my head as we rolled. I used the opportunity to launch a tickle offensive, getting my hands under his waist-length tuxedo coat jacket and digging my fingers into his ribs again.
Nicolai curled even though we were still flopping a little bit. “Taking advantage of my gallantry, not fair!”
He hooked one of his knees around my legs and swiped at my hands, grabbing one and pinning it to the floor while he flipped me over and ground his fingertips into my ribs.
I giggled and laughed and tried to crawl away, but then I was flat on my stomach on the floor. His massive weight was lying on my back. I was completely helpless, trying to wrench my own arms behind myself to tickle him.
Nicolai shoved one knee between my thighs to pin my long skirt down so I couldn’t move or crawl away from him while he tickled me. Even though I was being tickle-tortured, his fingers grasping at my ribs and forcing me to laugh so hard that I thrashed around and couldn’t draw a breath before the tickling overcame me and I had to scream again, I was far too aware of his warm breath on the back of my neck and his strong thigh at the apex of my legs, pressing against me every time I moved.
I tried to escape his hands digging into my flesh, kneading, grasping, but his leg bolting my dress to the floor trapped me so that every time he made me wiggle by tickling my sides and my spine at my waist, every time he forced me to writhe from laughing and rocking to get away from his fingers, the muscle of his thigh rubbed between my legs, making me light-headed, sending rivulets of pleasure up my body, and my breath came shorter.
I was desperately losing the tickle fight, entirely helpless and unable to retaliate at all, exhausted from his tickling me. He kept letting off for just a few seconds to let me catch my breath, his breath whispering up my spine above the top of my dress, and then he would renew the attack and I was flailing uselessly against the carpeting once again.
His knee pulsed against my center, a devastating counter beat to his warm breath on the back of my neck and his fingersdigging into my ribs. Even though I was scream-laughing, I wanted to moan, I wanted to moan his name, I wanted to grab him and pull him down to me and kiss him and taste his tongue in my mouth.
Outside the airplane, the engine howled.
Nicolai sat back on his heels, retreating from where he was holding me down. I pushed myself up on my arms and twisted to look back over my shoulder at him.
Nicolai’s gaze raked up my body from the backs of my knees over my butt and met my eyes. His level stare was like a hunting predator. This was no longer a game to him.
Shock almost snapped me out of the intoxication, but he scrambled down, locking one arm around my waist and hauling me up. He crushed me against himself, pressing my body down to rub my panties on his thigh to send yet another zing of pleasure whipping through me.
Nicolai was kneeling with his back to the galley kitchen’s cabinets. When the plane accelerated hard, the sudden speed shoved me back against his chest and his cock.
The plane tilted up, lifting off at a steep angle, and the gravity pressed me down hard on his thigh, grinding me against him.
My gasp and stretch gave me away that I was as turned on as he was, and he ground the hard rod of his erection against my ass.
The citrus and musk of his cologne billowed around me, and he nipped my shoulder and ran his lips up the side of my neck to my ear.
The spin of my head felt like I’d been drinking all night.
“If this wouldn’t be your first time, I’d flip your skirt up and pull you down on my cock and fuck you while rubbing your clit with one hand and tickling you with the other,” Nicolai growled in my ear. “I’d make you come so hard you’d want to scream, but you wouldn’t be able to because I wouldn’t let you catch yourbreath. By the end of this plane ride, you’d hate me and never be able to leave me.”
My head was spinning, and I reached behind myself, arching my back and grasping his shoulders. “Do it,” I whispered.
“No,” he whispered back, reaching down with one hand and pressing my hips against his leg, still between my thighs, forcing my body down to rub my panties against the round muscle of his thigh. “Not here. Not your first time, not like this. Somewhere beautiful. Somewhere you deserve.”
“Please,” I whimpered. I wanted,I wanted.The overwhelming need was driving me out of my mind. I knew it was going to hurt, and I didn’t care. My need was so great that I was craving the pain.
The plane was speeding into the sky at a steep angle, pinning us both back against the cabinets but pressing me down so hard that I couldn’t move with my legs folded under me.
“Not here,” Nicolai repeated, but he grabbed the delicate white-gold silk of my skirt and dragged it up my leg until he could slide his hand under the fabric to stroke my bare skin, and then he slipped his fingers in the top of my panties and reached down between my legs.
He stroked, and I was already so wet from kissing him and dancing with him and fooling around with the tickling and rubbing against him that his finger slipped first against my clit and then inside of me.
The manic tension drove me into a frenzy, my body impossibly bucking against gravity, holding me against him with his thumb massaging and circling my clit while his fingers stroked inside me.
Nicolai bit down on my neck and grabbed my breast to pinch my nipple with his other hand, and I swear to God that my whole body broke apart with a blast and throbbing punching through me.
It lasted and lasted with each caress of his hand on my clit and in my core, each cruel squeeze of his fingers on my breast, and the sting of his teeth where my shoulder met my throat.
And then I was gasping, my breath harsh in my throat, while another and another and another pulse rocketed through me with each grasp of his hands and teeth, untilheslowed, until he gentled his touch, and each throb lightened until I could hear the plane’s engines outside on the wing and see the darkened plane’s cabin around me.
“Jesus,” Nicolai said, his voice strangled. “God, I want to have you. I want to take you until you come like that on my cock. I want to fuck you unconscious.”
“Do it,” I whispered again.
