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“Yes.” I clear my throat, meeting her sinful eyes. “When you come.”
This time, her expression changes. Her forehead creases and she bites her lower lip thoughtfully. “The heat builds with the orgasm. It grows and grows and gets stronger and hotter and when I come it just…” She touches her finger to her throat and swallows hard, “explodes.”
Nova’s admission sends a wave of desire crashing over me. So strong it almost drowns out the heat, and the ache, and the cold, and the fragility.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, struggling to keep the urge I have to grab her hips and please her with my fingers under control.
But then she starts talking again. She describes the way it feels when she’s about to come and how the pleasure radiates through her body like an electric current. She describes how powerful she feels. Like she could burn the world down if she wanted to, and like maybe, now she’s found her power, that’s exactly what she does want.As she speaks, her body warms, her face flushes, her words become honey on her tongue.
“You’ve spent a lifetime in pain, Little Star. Now you’re a queen. You will never feel that way again,” I tell her as my hands settle on her hips - soft curves that fit perfectly into my palms as if they’re made for me.
“I guess,” she says. “But how do I stop myself exploding, Daddy?” She lowers her voice to a whisper this time. “How do I make it stop?”
“Practise.”
Gently, I slide my hands beneath her sweater and start to move my fingers over her skin, gliding them up and down, tracing circles on her back.
Nova’s breathing quickens as I explore further.
“Try to slow your breathing. Latch onto the heat. Own it. Control it. Imagine yourself controlling it. Imagine it exploding inside you and staying inside you.” I move my hands to her breasts and, through the soft fabric of her bra, feel her nipples stiffen. “You are in control, Little Star.”
“I’m not a little star anymore,” she whispers, grabbing my hand and forcing me to squeeze her breasts tightly. “I’m a fucking phoenix.”
I sit back, meet her eyes, and grin. “Yes, you are. So, act like one.”
I change tact, taking control. “I’m going to make you come and you are not going to let the fire out. Do you hear me?”
She blinks at my tone, then looks around us at the cabin of the plane. “Mack… are you sure that’s a good idea? If it happens up here.”
“That’s why it’s a good idea. High stakes. You fail, we plunge to our death.” I pinch her nipple hard and she exhales sharply.
With my other hand, I begin to tease between her thighs. She lets out a tiny moan as I start to finger her through the fabric of her jeans, pushing against all the sensitive spots I’ve learned over the past few months. Showing her I know exactly how to coax her body into a stupor.
Her breathing is shallow. Her eyes are closed. She’s concentrating but I’m going to push her harder.
Easing her off my lap, I make her stand in front of me, unbutton her jeans, and pull them down over her hips. She’s wearing a black thong. I trace the edge with my index finger, then tell he to remove that too.
“And the rest.” I wave at her sweater.
She glances over my shoulder at Tanner and Kole. I’m not sure if she’s hoping they’ll wake up and join in or that they’ll stay asleep in case they try to stop us.
Completely naked, she shudders.
“Spread your legs.”
She widens her stance, allowing me to slide my hand between her thighs and gently circle her entrance with two steady fingers.
Closing her eyes, she scrapes her fingers through her hair. Her body shimmers, her skin glistening.
“Fight the heat,” I tell her as I hook two fingers inside her.
She is wet, and warm, and she tilts her hips to lean down into them as they thrust up inside her.
From deep in my throat, I release an involuntary moan.
My dick is so hard it’s straining against my pants.
As if she can read my mind, Nova leans down, tugs them over my hips, and allows my cock to spring free. She smiles wickedly then falls to her knees, but I hoist her back up and shake my head. “Not today.” I turn her around and pull her back onto my lap.
