His voice sounded too damn good.
His dick felt even better.
“Fuck no. I can’t stop. You feel too good.” He said, breathing heavy against my lips. “I don’t feel good to you, baby?”
Pitifully, I nodded.
I couldn’t deny it.
Couldn’t deny him.
The way Moses moved inside me was unreal. Every stroke felt like heaven crashing into my body. All I could do was moan his name, loud as hell. So loud that I was sure the pilot and attendants heard me.
Eventually, he shut me up with a deep, greedy kiss. Our tongues tangled first, slow and messy, then he pulled my bottom lip between his teeth and sucked hard. The harder he sucked, the harder he stroked. And that mix right there? Had me ready to cum all over his dick.
“Ahhhhh, Mosessssss.”
“I’m right here. I ain’t going nowhere. Cum for me, baby.” He said, already knowing what time it was. “Just like that. Fuckkk. Fuck me back as you cum, baby.”
“Shitttttt.” My hips went into overtime, slamming into him.
Then my body shook as the orgasm tore through me. When I finally came down, Moses leaned in, his voice low and rough.
“You hear that?” He asked.
“Hear what?”
“Listen,”
I paused, letting the sound wash over me. Thunder rumbled deep through the jet, loud enough to drown out Beyoncé’s ‘Smash Into You’ playing softly in the background. It felt like the whole damn playlist was made for my heartbreak… and my love for this man. Every word, every note—us.
“Shit, it’s pouring,” I breathed, my body trembling from more than just the storm.
Moses’s strokes hit just as hard as the thunder outside. Even while talking he did not miss a beat, causing me to moan once more. Then, right over my moans, the pilot’s voice came through the speaker,
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We’re hitting some turbulence as we fly into a storm. I need everyone in their seats. Please fasten your seatbelts until we’re clear. I’ll update you shortly.”
We didn’t move an inch.
“You worried, baby?” Moses asked, pressing his forehead to mine as he stroked. Then he kissed around my chin, soft and slow… beautiful. Like he was strumming my insecurities with his lips.
The moment mirrored the first time he made love to me...when he took my virginity. That memory slammed into me hard. God, I loved this man, even when I didn’t fucking want to. He was the only man I knew.
I nodded for so many reasons.
“I ain’t. I should be thinking about making it back home to Jr. right now, but all I’m thinking about is us.I can’t picture anything more beautiful than leaving this earth with you. If I gotta die, let it be next to you... inside you. I love the fuck outta you, Mary.”
A tear slid from the corner of my eye, even though I stayed silent. His words wrapped around me like a warm coat in the dead of winter, too heavy to ignore...too comforting to pull away from. They sparked a flame inside me I’d been trying to smother for months, and I hated how easy it was to let them in.
My hands betrayed me once more, slowly roaming his body. Gone was the slim boy I used to ride for. This was a grown ass man now. A little thicker, inked up, carved like a Greek God. Every curve of his muscle, every piece of art on his skin told a story... and damn it, I remembered every chapter.
“Take this shit off.” Moses ordered, tugging at the hem of the oversized T-shirt I still had on.
I could feel the shift...the way my touch lit a fire in him. He was turned on heavy, hands ready to feel every inch of my body too. But the second his fingers brushed the fabric, my heartbeat kicked up instantly. Panic laced my arousal, my body torn between desire and the secret I wasn’t ready to share.
“No,” I whispered, hands clinging to the fabric. “Leave my shirt on.”
“What?” His voice dipped into a growl near my ear. “Don’t do that. Come on, baby. Stop fighting me. You know me. I need to feel your skin against mine.Please.”
