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“Do you travel like this all the time?”
“In a single suite, yes, when I can.” I grab her and nuzzle her neck. “You can thank me later.”
“There will definitely be some thanking going on, believe me.”
I chuckle. “It’ll be good to finally join the Mile High Club. I think we get badges.”
“Really?”
“No, Heidi.” I kiss her, and she pouts.
Then she says, “So you haven’t joined it before?”
“Nope. First time traveling with a girlfriend.”
She doesn’t reply, and I catch myself and say, “Ah, well, you know what I mean.”
“Mm,” she says, then turns away to investigate the free toiletries in the bathroom.
I purse my lips before making my way over to my seat. Auckland is eleven hours ahead of London because of British Summer Time, so even though it’s only Wednesday night, and we’ll be landing on the fourth of August—Friday—at 8:35 a.m., we actually have just over twenty-four hours together. My stomach flutters. I’m both excited and nervous at the thought of talking to her about it.
She buckles herself into her seat, and we talk about the jet lag, deciding it makes sense to try to stay awake as much as possible on the first leg, then sleep on the second after we change planes, so that when we land we’ll be waking up ready for the day ahead. Easy to say, not so easy to do, especially on such a long journey. But it’s a lot easier in the comfort of first class.
After only an hour in the air, we’re served dinner, a sumptuous three-course meal. First we have antipasti of wagyubresaolaand roasted chicken with herbs, served with parmesan and marinated vegetables; then Heidi chooses Chicken Bzar in a traditional Arabic spice marinade served on aromatic rice with friend onions and pistachios, while I opt for the pan-fried beef tenderloin served with steamed snow peas, carrots, and new potatoes with herbs. Moving to sit on the bed together for dessert, we both finish with the chocolate mango tart, rolling our eyes at the taste of the layered chocolate and mango mousse topped with dark chocolate ganache and served with mango jellies.
The flight attendant tops our glasses up regularly with champagne, removes our dishes, then dims the lights and leaves us, insisting we call if there’s anything we need. Stuffed to the brim, Heidi and I cuddle up and finish the bottle of champagne while we watch a couple of in-flight movies.
By this time, it’s about three a.m. London time, and we’re finding it increasingly difficult to keep our eyes open. Eventually we give in, get into bed, and cuddle up, and we catch about three or four hours’ sleep before it’s time to get up and start preparing for landing.
Less than two hours later, we’re in the air again, heading toward Auckland.
It’s now around ten a.m. London time, but the plane is running on Auckland time, which is around nine p.m. Neither of us feels like another dinner, so we opt for a bowl of chunky fries and a coffee, watch another movie, then head to bed again.
“I’m so disorientated,” Heidi says as we snuggle down beneath the covers.
“I know what you mean. We’ll get some sleep soon, and then we’ll feel more normal when we wake up and it’s morning in Auckland.”
“Soon?” she queries. “You have something else planned then? Want to watch another movie?” Her eyes sparkle in the low light.
“Nope.” I pull her toward me and roll onto my back, bringing her with me, and she laughs.
“Are you sure about this?” she whispers.
“I’ve locked the door. We won’t be interrupted.” I’m already hard for her, and I move her hips so she can feel how much I want her.
Her eyes widen. “You don’t hang around.”
“I want you, Heidi Rose. Right here, right now.”
Her lips part, and then she sighs as I bring her head down to kiss her, plunging my tongue into her mouth. She’s wearing a T-shirt and underwear, but I divest her of them quickly, and my clothing joins hers on the floor in seconds. Now we’re both naked, and hunger for her sweeps through me, as I smooth my hands down her back and clutch the muscles of her bottom, holding them so I can rock her against the root of my erection.
I don’t know what it is—the thrum of the engines, maybe, the excitement of doing this on a plane, or the fact that our emotions are running high at the moment—but passion sweeps through me with the heat of a thousand suns. I roll her beneath me, kiss down her body, and suck her nipples hungrily, and when I slip my hand down between her legs I find her already wet and swollen, more than ready for me. Still, I take a while to arouse her, but it doesn’t take long before she’s begging me to slide inside her, and I don’t need any further encouragement.
She gives a long moan as I enter her, and I give a short laugh and kiss her, murmuring, “Shhh!”
“Sorry. I can’t help it.” She bites her bottom lip as I begin to thrust, wrapping her legs around me and tilting up her hips.
“This is going to be hard and fast,” I say, my voice husky with lust, “so hold on.”
