Her knee pressed against mine and I spread the blanket over both our laps, moved closer still, and slipped my hand underneath. Her skirt was already hiked up a bit, exposing the tops of her thighs. I rested my hand on her silky-smooth knee. She shifted, anxious for more of what I had to offer.
I loved these moments. The longer I held Tatiana in anticipation, the more intense the first touch always was. With a whimper, she lifted her ass upwards, forcing my hand to graze her cotton panties; they were already soaked. I slipped my hand underneath the elastic band, stroking her mound.
“God, yes,” she panted.
Dragging my finger down her labia, not venturing inside just yet, I watched her watching me, trying to command me with her eyes alone to touch herright there, right where I knew she wanted my fingers so badly. But I had my own timetable, and this flight to South Africa had hours left. I was going to take my time.
“I think the first thing I’ll do when I get you in the hotel room is rip off this shirt,” I said, leaning close to her face so we couldn’t be heard. “I want to feel your nipples in my mouth. I want to suck on your tits until you’re screaming, right on the edge of climax. Does that sound good to you?”
She barely managed a nod. I cupped her more forcefully, and drug my middle finger up and down her crease, coating it in her slickness. My cock throbbed, and I wished the blanket were bigger because I was dying to touch myself. She kept her gaze forward, trying to maintain a neutral face, but I knew all her tells. Her lips were parted, her tongue rested gently against the back of her top teeth, and she gripped the armrest by the window.
I brought my finger back up, finally swiping at her engorged clit, caressing one side, and then the other. “I think I also want to taste this,” I said, inserting my finger into her tight pussy. “I want to get down on my knees and devour you, sling your leg over my shoulder and eat you out until you can barely stand.” My finger was back to making slow loops around her clit, and she was starting to wriggle, chafing at my leisurely pace. I stilled her by putting two fingers inside her, and just then a flight attendant passed, bringing a drink to the passenger behind us. I kept my fingers buried in her pussy while the two behind us spoke. Tatiana was grinding her hips, trying to ride my fingers.
After a minute, the flight attendant left, and I withdrew my fingers from her pussy and started another slow circle around her clit. Around and around I went, applying pressure evenly, until I passed a spot that made her gasp. I felt the tension in her body wind up tighter. I returned to that magic spot and worked it.
I put my mouth right up to her ear. “You make me so damn hard, Tatiana. And I can't handle your beauty when you come.” She gawked at me. My fingers worked quickly over her greedy pussy.
She lifted her heel and pressed it against the bulkhead in front of us. This allowed her hips to lift just an inch; I corkscrewed two fingers to the knuckle inside her cunt until her toes curled. Her pussy was squeezing around me, and in the silence of the cabin, you could hear her heavy breathing. The bulkhead in front of us creaked.
“Come for me, Fun Girl,” I urged, caressing slippery clit, stroking faster inside her. She suddenly pushed back on the headrest, biting into the blanket to muffle the sound of the orgasm that jolted her in her seat. Her face contorted with the pleasure and I felt my heartbeat pounding in my cock, my balls begging for release.
The air around us was scented with sex. Her thigh muscles tensed around my hand, and then I felt them relax. I stroked her walls softly, enjoying the aftershocks of her orgasm. When I withdrew my hand from under the blanket, I passed it discreetly under my nose and across my lips. Tatiana leaned over and kissed me deeply, running her fingers through my hair before tucking the blanket around her and resting her head on my shoulder. “You're so perfect,” she yawned.
I watched her until she was sound asleep. Before I’d met her, I was only seeing half the picture.
When she drew that Ace of Swords card, I thought she was silly. Why would I need a change in perspective? My intellect had gotten me far in life. I thought feelings and instinct would only complicate things.
I was partly right, those things did lead to complications. But since broadening my horizons, experiencing the world in a new way, I’d gained so much.
I had Tatiana. I couldn’t image needing anything more.
Smart men may not sleep with their boss’s daughter...
But smart men also don't ignore love when it finds them.
