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"What could possibly be funny at this moment?" I stomp my foot, and he laughs. That's it.
"August, I am so not in the mood for this right now." I turn and walk out of the bathroom, throw myself onto the bed, and pull a pillow over my exposed breasts.
He's out there in a second flat, wearing a scowl on his face.
"Gianna, you know I don't like it when you run from me."
Shooting him a dirty look, I reach for another pillow and throw it over my face. I don't want to look at him.
In the next breath, he is straddling me and throwing the pillows off me. I know he wants an explanation. Closing my eyes, I say, "I thought you wanted me, but you were just teasing me. You knew that was a new experience for me, and you had to make fun of me. It's frustrating how none of this is new for you."
That's when I feel him get off me, which again wasn't what I was expecting. I thought maybe he would kiss me and apologize for laughing at me while I was all but ready to let him ravish me.
"Gianna, open your eyes." He orders with a firm voice. When I do, I see he has removed his hoodie and is now pulling down his sweatpants. His massive erection almost reaches his belly button, and damn it, I want it so bad.
"Does this look like I didn't want you just as much as you wanted me?" I close my eyes again. It still doesn't explain why he laughed.
Now he's on top of me again, but he's sweetly cradling my head between his forearms, holding himself above me, kissing my forehead, cheeks, and nose.
"I was smiling because you were standing in front of me, wanton with lust over the way I was touching you. I had the hottest girl I've ever seen before me, wearing nothing but bikini bottoms, looking like a fucking present for me to unwrap. All I had to do was pull a string, and I'd be in heaven."
When I open my eyes, his lips are a hairsbreadth away from mine, and I kiss him. I plunge my tongue into his mouth, wanting to get as close to him as possible. My body is ablaze with the desire to have this man inside of me. Finally, I push him off me, and his eyes go wide in surprise. For a second, he probably thinks he fucked up again—but he didn't.
That's when I stand up, untie my bikini bottoms, and watch as his expression softens. He doesn't take his eyes off me as I climb up his body and align my soaked core with his cock. As much as I want to take him inside of me, I also want to tease him as he did me.
Lowering myself down on top of him, I let my wet lips glide over his length, stroking him without taking him in. Ever so slowly, I start rocking against him, creating a delicious rhythm that hits my clit at just the right angle. When I look down, I find his hooded gaze on me, his plump lips parted in ecstasy, and I need a taste. Leaning over him, my nipples brush against his chest, which causes me to let out a deep moan. I bring my lips to his, but I can't kiss him. I'm too lost in the intoxicating sensations taking over my body.
"Christ baby, this is how you want me? You don't want my cock buried deep inside that warm pussy, stretching you, filling you?"
That dirty talk is all it takes to send me over the edge. I shamelessly continue riding out the throws of my orgasm until he flips me onto my back, lifts one leg around his waist, and slides home in one thrust. We both let out an audible gasp, and he stills, letting my body adjust to his size. Bringing his lips down to mine, he slowly kisses me before gradually starting to pump me. Everything feels so good. I don't want this moment to ever end. His cock hits that spot deep inside of me repeatedly, as his lips leave mine to trail kisses down my jaw. When he starts to suck on the spot below my ear, which drives me crazy, I start to spiral. One of his hands slowly starts kneading my breast and tweaking my nipple, sending delicious tendrils of pleasure straight to my pussy, making me clench. I'm about to come, but I want him to come with me so I say, "Baby, I'm so close." Suddenly he pauses and pulls his face away from my neck to look at me. I notice his expression is cautious.
"You just called me baby." Furrowing my brow, not understanding this sudden line of questioning in the middle of sex, I'm left speechless until he says, "You've never called me anything but August."
I hadn't realized this, but I guess I haven't. August means so much to me now, that's it hard to contemplate that there was a time when he didn't, and I think maybe that's because there never truly was.
"I can pick a different name if you don't like it." I rock my hips into him to remind him to keep moving. He half-smiles and thrusts in deep before saying, "You know I more than like it. You are the only one I've ever gone bare with. This is everything to me, Gigi. You are everything." I wrap my legs around his waist to hold him deep and kiss him with all that I have, using my body to show him what my heart feels. I love August, but I can't say that out loud. It's too soon, and I don't want to scare him away. But knowing I'm the only one who has ever had him bare feels intimate. It’s like he's giving me a part of himself that he never trusted anyone else with. I love knowing I'm the first to have him this way. Bringing his forehead to mine, he keeps his eyes on me as he strokes that delicious spot deep inside me over and over. As his eyes stay pinned to mine, I can’t help but feel like maybe we share the same truth. It's not long before I feel myself squeezing him and contracting around his length, where we both find our release.
Falling on top of me, he buries his face in my neck as I lightly trail my fingers up and down his back, before wrapping my legs around him. I’m not ready for him to pull out. I don’t want to lose the feel of his body pressed against mine, the warmth from his touch, or the completeness I feel with him inside me. My fingers continue their lazy exploration of his back as his breathing steadies and my eyes become heavy. It’s only seconds before sleep takes us both.
Thesoundofaphone ringing wakes me. Out of habit, I roll over toward the nightstand to silence the noise. When my palm hits the cold surface of the side table, my eyes shoot open, and I remember, I don't have a phone, and I'm not in my own bed. I'm still on the plane, sleeping butt naked with August.
He must be extremely exhausted because he doesn't even stir. The phone is sitting on the table across the room, so I get up in hopes of silencing it before it wakes August. I want him to get some rest, but when I see it's Mason, I can't help but answer. Why is Mason calling August?
"Mason?" I answer with an unnatural pitch to my voice.
"Hey, Gigi." His voice sounds exasperated.
"Why are you calling August?" I hear him let out a long sigh.
"What do you mean? Have the two of you not talked about anything that has happened while you were away?"
Shit, I should have seen that coming. I really don't know what to say. I'm sure as hell not going to say I've been a little occupied sucking his dick and riding it to ask what the hell has been going on. God, I'm such a bitch. Instead, I opt for a clipped "No."
"Well, are you guys going to deplane anytime soon? I've been out here for ten minutes."
Oh my gosh, we've landed, we're home.
"You're here on the tarmac?"
