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“It's lucky that I saw you,” I tell her as she slides into the seat next to me.
“Oh, I'm probably just overreacting,” she says confidentially, her eyes a little shadowed with embarrassment. “I know I'm probably just paranoid, but I always feel like people are watching me. It's totally crazy, right? I mean… I just never feel like I really get any personal space.”
Tell her, I tell myself. Tell her now!
I know that I can't keep the truth from her for much longer, but I need to find the right time. Then again, is there ever really going to be a right time?
“I'm sure everyone feels that way sometimes,” I hear myself say and then instantly regret it. That was the perfect moment.
I curse my cowardice.
“I'm sure you're right… Oh! What was that?”
Her eyes widen, and her fingers automatically gripped the armrest. Instinctually, I slide my hand under hers and cup it in mine, closing the other hand over it protectively.
“Some rain. Just a little turbulence. Everything is fine.”
“It doesn't seem fine to me,” she murmurs as she eyes the champagne sloshing around in the glass.
“Just put your seat back a little bit,” I instruct her, leaning over her to press the button and then pushing the seat back slightly. As the fabric of our shirts meet, the plane bounces slightly, and I almost fall into her.
But the near connection is electric, and I know she feels it too by the way she draws her lower lip between her teeth.
“Let me just get this blanket over you,” I tell her as I draw the fabric up to her shoulders.
She nods gratefully and I let my hand slide down under the blanket, stroking her nipple through the fabric with the side my thumb, noting how it hardens instantly under my touch.
“There now, Little Girl,” I breathe close to her ear, drawing in the delicious scent of her as she trembles slightly under my touch. “Is that better?”
"Yes,” she whispers, her lips parted.
My hand trails down, finding the hem of her dress and reaching underneath it. She's warm and wet between her thighs and I drag my fingers against her. Her thighs spread for me gently so I can reach into the satiny panties she's got on.
“Oh, you're so wet for me, aren't you, Little Girl?”
She hitches her breath. “We can't do this! I can't be quiet,” she whispers urgently.
“You will be quiet,” I growl in her ear, shifting closer to her as I run my middle finger up and down her slick seam. “I don't want to hear a sound out of you, do you understand me?”
She bites her lips together and nods, closing her eyes. I feel her hips trembling underneath me.
“That's it, Jordan,” I whisper, letting my tongue dart against the velvety skin of her earlobe. “Just like that.”
The plane lurches again, and I insert one finger inside her, flicking gently at the tip to caress her G spot. As the plane rolls and trembles, I fuck her with my middle finger, rolling my thumb over her clit until she shakes beneath me, harder than the plane.
She's not quiet when she comes, but she's quiet enough. I'm sure the man behind us can hear her desperate, nearly muted cries, but I don't care. She comes against my hand in a shattering, clenching surge, wetting my palm beautifully.
“You see?” I ask her as I withdraw my hand. I run my sticky thumb over her lower lip and her tongue slides out tentatively to taste herself. “I knew you could do it.”
Sighing deeply, I watch her as her eyes begin to close. The thick, humming air of the plane and the bliss of her orgasm are enough to tip her over the edge into sleep. For long minutes I just watch her, thinking how lovely she is. How unique in the world. How blissfully unaware of the truth.
I realize suddenly that I can't be the one to tell her. But I can be there for her when she finds out. I can use whatever resources are at my disposal to help her. I'm not sure what she's going to want to do, but whatever it is, I'll be there. I have to protect her.
13
Jordan
“What the fuck were you thinking?” asks Kelsey. “What is wrong with you, for fuck’s sake? Are you actually retarded?”
