“Then when you’re calm we can review the subcontractor proposals for the Grant Park College project.”
Even though this trip was about sex, we’d agreed to do at least some work this weekend. We didn’t have the luxury of taking an entire weekend off. How I was going to focus on work was anyone’s guess.
“I’m sorry, what?”
Grace dragged me towards the back of the plane.
“You heard me. Now take off your pants and sit down.”
Grace
Nicole looked adorably befuddled, a nice change from the grumpy anxious expression she’d been wearing since I picked her up. Even the champagne hadn’t calmed her down.
When she stood there without moving, I gently pushed her down onto the bench seat and knelt down to remove her shoes. I gave her feet a squeeze, one in each hand, then I braced myself on her lower thighs, lifting up on my knees until we were face to face.
She seemed unsure of herself now, something which I wasn’t used to with Nicole. It made me feel something I’d never felt before – protective.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” I told her softly.
I really wanted to take things to the next level with her, to explore this simmering passion between us, but if she needed time, I would damn well give it to her.
Her spine straightened. “I want to do this,” she said.
“Oh good, because I’ve been dying to taste your pussy.”
I unzipped her pants and gripped them along with her underwear.
“Lift.”
Nicole braced herself to lift her hips, and I slid her clothes down past her knees, and off her feet. I took a second to drape her pants on the couch behind me – no sense in getting her designer pants all wrinkled – then turned back to get a look at her.
Nicole sat with her legs together so tightly that I had to roll my lips in to keep from laughing.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked.
She nodded. “I’m not… I haven’t been with a lot of people. Male or female. I mean, there’s been a few, but not really a lot. And not for a while.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good, baby.”
I pulled her knees apart, taking a moment to stare at her pussy before leaning down to lick along the outside of her slit. Nicole made a little choking noise that turned me on more than I already was.
I lifted her legs, resting them on top of my shoulders, then pulled her closer, shifting both of our bodies until I had easy access. Then I started to explore her with my tongue, sliding up and down between her folds, paying close attention to what she seemed to like.
“You taste delicious,” I said, looking up at her.
She looked debauched, still wearing her little suit jacket and sophisticated blouse but naked from the waist down. Her eyelids looked heavy, her face soft. She was so fucking beautiful it made my chest ache.
Spreading her lower lips wide with my fingers, I returned to the task at hand, roughly licking her from top to bottom until Nicole was grinding against my face and pulling at my hair, trying to direct me to her clitoris. I circled around it until she was shaking, then I pulled back.
“Does that feel good?” I asked knowingly.
Nicole opened one eye and did her best to give me a glare, but she couldn’t pull it off.
“You know it does. Why did you stop?”
“I thought I’d edge you for a while.”
Her second eye opened and her mouth dropped. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
