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“Yes, sir,” I moan, knowing he loves it when I call him that.
I press my hand down on my crotch, grinding the fabric of my pants against my lips and my panties. I fight the urge to rub harder, staring across at Solomon. His jaw is tight and his knuckles are tense and bone-white against the joystick, his body vibrating just as much as the helicopter.
It’s like he’s going to explode any second.
“I said moan,” he snarls.
I part my lips and let out a moan, grinding my palm against my clit, finding the special spot I’ve rubbed so many times thinking about Solomon.
I never dreamed he’d actually want me, that I’d be with him in the flesh, doing something so wild and steamy.
It’s like he’s using every ounce of his self-control to keep himself focused on the task of piloting the helicopter.
“Faster,” he commands. “Go for it, Sophia. Show me how sexy you are.”
A surge of anxiety rises up within me at those words.
My first instinct is to think, But I’m not sexy.
But then I slam down on those thoughts.
Solomon tells me I’m sexy.
Solomon wants to be with me, forever.
Maybe it’s time I stopped letting nervousness and pain dictate my life.
I grind my hand frantically up and down my pussy, driving the heel of my palm against my clit, moaning in an endless tangle of choking and screaming and pleasure now. It all comes out of me, all the pleasure I’ve saved up over the years, aimed at Solomon, never believing he could ever see me as more than the dorky girl with a mouthful of braces.
I throw my head back as the orgasm punches into me, making my lips feel as though they’re swelling, my clit getting tight and pulsing in time with the wave-like expansion of the orgasm.
It spreads into every part of me like sunlight, filling me until I feel as if I’m about to burst and send the whole freaking helicopter plummeting into the sea.
“Louder,” Solomon snarls.
I scream so hard I feel the veins in my throat bulging, my hole sending streams of boiling wetness into my panties, soaking me right through.
“Oh, fuck,” I murmur, deflating and letting my head fall back.
“Don’t you mean oh my gosh?” Solomon lightly teases, aiming a smirk at me.
I smile over at him, and then reach out and place my hand on his thigh. I don’t know where this bravery comes from. Maybe it has something to do with the confidence swirling around inside of me as a result of the orgasm, performing for him in a way that turned him so savage.
He tenses up, letting out a shivering growl.
“You’re so damn perfect, Sophia.”
I give his leg a squeeze, feeling how hard and tense he is.
“Not as perfect as you,” I murmur.
He chuckles darkly.
“You better remove your hand for the time being,” he says.
I flinch, wondering if this is it, the moment I’ve been waiting for when he reveals that this is all some twisted joke.
He narrows his eyes at me for half a moment and then turns back to the window.
“No, Sophia. Not because I don’t want to feel that hand wrapped around my dick. I want it too badly. I won’t be able to focus.”
“Oh,” I say, giggling. “It feels so good to drive you crazy. I dreamt of seeming sexy to you for so long. But I never thought it would become a reality.”
“Oh, my little dreamer,” he says. “Together, we’re going to make all our dreams come true. Look.”
“Where?” I ask, turning to the blue sky.
“Down.”
I glance at the sea and then I spot it. A large yacht sits in the middle of the ocean, growing grander in scale as we fly down toward it. Solomon handles the helicopter smoothly, making our descent easy and nowhere near as rumbly as when he was bringing me to a mind-searing orgasm.
“So this is your surprise?” I say, glee shimmering in my voice. “A private yacht? Solomon, it’s so great.”
“Anything for you, Sophia. Always.”
He hovers over the yacht and then brings us down on the helipad. I’m still in awe that he knows how to pilot a helicopter and, even more than that, I never heard about it.
Over the years, I’ve done so much reading about Solomon Sky, studying his photo in Time more times than I can count.
But everything is so much sweeter in real life than in silly fantasies, so much purer, so much warmer, so much more real.
As we wait for the helicopter blades to stop rotating, I grin broadly across at him.
I know that the time has come.
And I know that I’m ready.
Chapter Sixteen
Solomon
I stand on the balcony, gazing out at the ocean as the late-afternoon sun sets the water ablaze.
After we landed, I had lunch with my queen on the deck, but it was hard to focus on the taste of the food when my mind was brimming with the taste of her.
