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“Babe, whatever you want, I’ll make sure you get it. What do you need?” I prompt.
“Uh, do you have a blanket at all?” Emily asks the stewardess.
“Yes, absolutely. I’ll go get you one now.” The stewardess, who’s name I really should learn, walks away like her heels are on fire.
“You cold? Want me to get you a jacket?” I ask her. Why didn’t I think to bring a jacket for her?
Emily shakes her head shyly. “I’m okay. A blanket is fine.”
“Here you go, ma’am. Please let me know if you need anything else. We’re about to take off any minute.” The stewardess walks away.
Emily kicks off her heels and folds her feet underneath her on the armchair. She places the blanket over her lap before stretching it out and spreading some of it over my thighs.
“Emmy, you don’t need to share the blanket with me. I’m not cold. You keep it.” I go to pull it off me, intending to wrap the whole thing around her legs, when she stops my movements.
“You need the blanket, Josh, trust me,” she says sternly.
“Yes, ma’am.” I laugh and keep the blanket on my lap. I’m not about to contradict her when she’s being so forceful and insistent.
The plane starts its trip down the runway, with it, Emmy’s hand lands on my knee, slowly creeping its way up my thigh. I don’t stop her explorations. It’s fucking hard (pun intended) not to grab her hand and place it directly over my cock.
Just as the plane takes off from the runway, Emily’s fingers are undoing my belt, then my button, slowly unzipping my fly. The moment her tiny hand wraps around my cock, I let out the moan I’ve been fighting off.
“Argh, fuck!” My hips lift off the seat with her first stroke. Her thumb swirls around the tip, collecting the precum that’s dripping freely. She lets go of my cock, and I’m just about to take her hand and force it back on there, when I watch her bring her thumb up to her mouth and suck it in.
Her eyes close with the gesture. “Jesus, are you purposely trying to kill me, woman? Because it’s fucking working,” I growl.
Her eyes now open, she releases her thumb with a plop sound. “No, I just wanted to get a taste of my new favourite flavour.” She’s quick to wrap her hand back around my cock. This time, she gets right to pumping me up and down.
Her grip firm, her strokes are a perfect mixture of fast and slow. I need to get inside her pussy now. If I can’t get my cock in there, my fingers are going to have to be buried in her. The moment my hand slides under the blanket and up her thigh, she moves it away.
“Fuck, babe, I need to feel that sweet fucking pussy of yours,” I grunt out.
“You want to feel how wet I am for you right now? Feel the juices dripping from me?” she asks.
Her words shock me, yet turn me on more if that’s possible. “Fuck yes I do!” I pant as she increases the speed of her strokes.
“Mmm, you’re going to have to wait. I’m busy right now, and I don’t want to be distracted.”
“Please, I need it,” I beg. When she just shakes her head no, I have to ask, “At least tell me, are you dripping wet for me, Emmy. Is your pussy craving to be filled by my cock right now?”
“Yes.” Her voice is husky, her cheeks flushed red as her body leans into me more. With that one word, I come hard all over her hand and my jeans.
“Fuck, Emmy, God!” I moan loudly, not giving a fuck who hears me. She might have wanted the blanket for privacy, but I don’t give a shit who knows what we’re up to back here.
“Shh, everyone is going to hear you,” she whispers harshly.
“Let them. I want everyone to know that you’re mine!” I tell her right as the seat belt sign goes off.
Thank God, finally. I rip both of our seat belts off, scoop Emily up and carry her into the bedroom.
“Wait, what? Oh my God, your plane has a bedroom?” She squeals as I throw us both down on the bed. Me, on my back. Her, on top of me.
“We can discuss the floor plan of the plane later, Em. My cock needs to be buried inside you now,” I growl as I unzip the zipper at the back of her dress.
“Oh, but you just, wow, okay,” she says. I pull the dress over her head, her breasts bouncing free right in front of my face. She’s left in only a pair of the littlest white lace panties.
“I hope you’re not too attached to these,” I say as my fingers trace the top of them.
