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Susan approached. “Can I get you something to drink before takeoff?”
We ordered our drinks, and Susan said she would serve lunch once we reached our cruising altitude.
I watched Jo leaning to the window as we lifted into the sky. Looking back on the doubt and fear I felt before, I was amazed. I feared it would take weeks to make up for my idiocy. But she’d forgiven me before I even asked her to. Forty-eight hours later, here we were. Maybe we both had come pretty far.
Once we were in the air, Susan set up our individual tables with white tablecloths and silver cutlery. She brought out warm spiced nuts and a cheese plate with fresh bread. Lunch was a large steak salad with grilled vegetables and olives in a chimichurri-inspired dressing and a skewer of buttery broiled gulf shrimp. Dessert was Georgia peach cobbler topped with vanilla ice cream.
Jo savored, her eyes glittering and questioning as she worked out the ingredients and flavors in each dish. She made little moans in the back of her throat with each bite of something new. She was sexy. Even the way she tore the warm French roll was sexy. It had been too many weeks since I had her soft curves next to me, and while I always enjoyed savoring, I was starving for her.
“Here’s some extra water. Can I get you anything else?” Susan asked.
Jo patted her stomach with a smile and a sigh. “No, thank you.”
“All right, your in-flight entertainment screen pops up here with this remote, or of course, if you would rather take a nap, the sleeping berth is fully made up. Here’s the buzzer to call me if you need anything. I’ll be with the pilot on the other side of that door.” She gave a slight nod and headed toward the cockpit.
I lifted my finger to my lips, remembering our signal. “Are you sleepy, Sweetness?”
Her eyes focused on my finger, and the air shifted. “Not even a little.” She stood and took a few steps toward the back of the plane, swaying lush hips before turning to look over her shoulder. “Are you coming?”
Fuck. Yes.
I secured the door behind me and kicked off my leather flip-flops as Jo pulled back the comforter, exposing the crisp white sheets. She sat on the bed and slipped off her sandals. She pulled up the fabric of her dress to bunch around her thighs and rose to her knees at the foot of the bed. The intensity in her eyes pinned me to the spot.
“I love you, Jo.”
“I love you, Lucas. I have a request.”
“Anything.”
“I have a fantasy.”
Again. Fuck. Yes. “Tell me.” I stepped toward her.
Slowly, she slid her hands along my shoulders and chest. Each movement, each caress, ignited my blood as she gathered the hem of my navy-blue T-shirt and lifted it. I finished pulling it off as she released the snap on my shorts and eased them over my hips along with my boxer briefs to drop on the floor.
I eyed her yellow sundress. She was definitely my sun, the center of my universe. “Take this off.” I was too worked up to ask nicely.
“Yes, Lucas, yes.”
I paused, and her eyes twinkled with mischief. She owned me. I lifted the dress up and off, her gorgeous tits bouncing free. I wrapped my arms around her waist and delved into her mouth, tasting peach and vanilla and the sweetness that was Jo.
With a groan, I pushed her back onto the bed. Her legs shifted to open around me as I came down with her. Hard as stone, I pushed my bare shaft against the scrap of lace covering her.
She moaned, and I moaned. I had to taste her. With more urgency than finesse, I kissed down my favorite valley and inhaled her scent there. Teasing a beaded nipple with my fingers, I continued the path until I reached my goal. I slipped the scrap of silk and lace down her bare legs.
“You with me, baby?”
Another sly smile graced her full lips.
“Yes, Lucas, yes.” Those words. My fantasy come to life.
I shifted and stretched out on my back. “Come here. I want you on my tongue.”
“Yes, Lucas, yes.” Not shy, she crawled up my body like the goddess she was and settled her sweet sex over my mouth. She was hot and wet. I lapped at her and sucked her pulsing bud as my hands caressed her lower back and massaged her ass. I slipped my fingers into the crease and teased against the tight pucker as her eyes widened on a moan.
“I don’t want to come yet … my fantasy,” she said, panting.
She lowered down my body, teasing a trail down my chest until she settled on my thighs. Her hooded gaze landed on my leaking cock, and she wrapped her hands around me.
