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Oh boy.
“You trying to con me into a Mile High Club situation?” I question with a quirk of my brow, but he just shakes his head.
“Mile High Club initiation usually involves bathrooms, and that’s not our style right now.”
“We’re too good for the giant bathroom on this jet?”
“Not too good.” He shakes his head again. “Too dirty.”
Wait…what?
I start to open my mouth to request that he elaborate on that statement, but he distracts me completely by grabbing a blanket from the back of the leather chair beside us and placing it over our legs.
And then he slides his hand up my bare thigh, under my dress, and his pesky fingers proceed to slide my panties to the side. His finger is inside me before I can even realize what’s happening.
I clench around him—the feel too shocking and too good at the same time—and search his eyes. “Remy,” I whisper. “What are you doing?”
“Just keeping you warm, Ria. Just keeping you warm.” His smile is salacious, and it makes me clench again. His finger does a little twirl, and his thumb finds my clit, gently circling the sensitive bud with expert precision.
Well, hell. Now I know what Reese Witherspoon felt like on that roller coaster with Mark Wahlberg and, more than that, why that movie made such a huge impression on me and every other girl I knew.
Damn, this feels good.
My thighs start to shake, and my head falls back onto his shoulder, and Remy just sits there, smirking like the devil.
When Susan, the flight attendant, walks down the aisle, I start to try to find a way to get off Remy’s lap without flashing her my goods, but he keeps me firmly in place with his free hand on my thigh. The other hand…well, it’s still touching me. Working me over. Making me feel fucking crazy.
But Susan doesn’t say anything. Instead, she walks right past us and toward the front of the plane until I can’t see her anymore.
The pilot makes a quick announcement that we’re ready for takeoff.
But other than that, we’re left to our own devices. No demands for me to get out of Remy’s lap. Just left alone…with Remy’s finger inside me.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he whispers harshly into my ear. “It’s making me so hard.”
A whimper escapes my throat, and he just keeps working me over. His finger moves in and out of me, his thumb circles my clit, and his free hand is inside my dress, grabbing at my breasts.
“Fuck, Ria. I have to be inside you.”
“Are we allowed t-to go into the bedroom du-during takeoff?”
“Oh, we don’t need the bedroom. We’re fine right here.”
My eyes go wide, but he just flashes a confident-as-hell smile at me. His eyes, though, well, they’re fucking determined. Heated. And it’s not long before he pulls his cock out of his jeans and spreads my thighs over his lap enough to slide inside me. Somehow, managing all of it with the blanket still concealing what we’re doing.
Remy is inside me.
While we’re taking off.
“Fuck. You’re heaven,” he groans into my ear and slides my hair over my shoulder as his lips and tongue and teeth nip and kiss at the skin of my neck.
The plane jolts into action, picking up speed as it heads down the runway, but I’m hardly aware.
How could I be, though? The hottest man on the planet has his cock inside me.
Remy thrusts deeper, and it takes every ounce of strength I have not to moan so loud it’ll alert our flight attendant.
A little bit of turbulence jostles the plane, and Remy groans hoarsely into my ear as he grips my thighs and pushes himself to the hilt. One hand finds my clit again, rubbing smooth circles around the sensitive bud, while he continues to drive into me. He builds up a deliciously deep, persistent rhythm that makes my nipples hard and my mind all scrambly.
“You’re going to come on my cock,” he whispers directly into my ear, his warm breath brushing against my neck and causing goose bumps to roll up my spine. “And then, I’m going to fill you up with my come. Because that’s where it belongs, Maria. Inside your perfect cunt.”
Holy hell.
I swallow my moan and silently praise myself for starting birth control a month ago.
Sex with Remy is amazing, but sex with Remy bare inside me? It’s…nirvana.
“I’m so close,” I pant through the building pressure inside my body.
“Good girl.” His voice is all raspy and his cock is deep, and I feel like I’m only being held together by a single tiny thread.
Remy has no mercy. In between thrusts, he whispers hotly into my ear, “Come.
For.
Me.
Maria.”
I’m done. Burned fucking toast. Pushed over the edge and into the kind of pleasure that I swear holds the answers to world peace.
My climax crashes into nerve endings I didn’t even know I had, and I have to dig my teeth into my bottom lip so I don’t scream. Over and over again, waves of pleasure roll through my body, and Remy just keeps on fucking me while I try to keep some semblance of control over my volume.
