My dick was already rock solid, and I knew that soon enough I’d make a mess in my fucking pants.
I kissed her neck, slowly moving down the front of her throat. She rolled her head back, running her fingers through my hair.
I watched as she rolled her hips back and forth against my fingers, slowly drenching my hand.
Her hips slowed down as she looked back at me. I pulled my fingers out of her, and she rested her forehead on my shoulder, catching her breath. I licked my fingers, purposely groaning in pleasure, and she hid her face in my shoulder with a shy giggle.
She pulled back and wrapped her arms around my neck, giving me a quick peck on my lips.
I stood up, carrying her to the bathroom where I cleaned her up. She yawned as I carried her into the other room.
She tugged my hand, signaling for me to lay down as well. “I have to go and get cleaned up as well,” I said, and her eyes dropped to my hips.
“Did you…?”
“Yes,” I answered her unfinished question, and I didn’t miss the flush in her cheeks.
She smiled—shyly. “Okay.”
I slipped out of the room, and when I came back, she was already half asleep.
I laid down beside her, and she got on top of me. She stuck her hands underneath my shirt, wrapping her arms around me and resting her cheek on my chest with both legs between mine.
* * *
I woke up without her in my arms.
I looked around, noticing that it was dark outside and she was nowhere to be seen. I stood up for a second until I heard laughing coming from outside the bedroom door.
My eyes narrowed as my fingers curled into a fist.
I stepped out, but there was no one. The laughter had seemingly been coming from the cockpit.
I opened the door and found her laughing and conversing with the pilots. “Ah. You’re up,” she smiled. “They were just teaching me a few things,” she innocently smiled, and I nodded. “They’re so cool,” she excitedly whispered to me.
“Where’s that flight attendant, I bet she canteachme a few things too,” I yawned, walking out.
“You’re not funny,” she mumbled behind me. “Speak of the devil, and she shall appear,” Nirah rolled her eyes, and the flight attendant approached us. I understand why Nirah was getting jealous.
The flight attendant had done nothing to hide the fact that she was checking me out a couple of times. She started flirting with me as soon as we got onto the plane, and continuously threw herself at me, but I was too occupied with how beautiful my girl looked to even fucking care.
I had never looked at another woman after meeting Nirah. Unless it was business, I wasn’t fucking interested. Because I had all I wantedandneeded right here in front of me.
Nirah silently groaned in the most adorable way when the flight attendant stopped in front of us.
“Mr. De Luca, sir,” she sweetly smiled. “I’ve prepared dinner in the other compartment for you.”
I nodded, and she excused herself. Nirah and I headed back into the room, and she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Are you trying to get thrown out of this plane?”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“Isawyou making eyes at her,” she narrowed her eyes at me, and I smiled.
“Says the girl giggling with Rick and Morty,” I shot back as I fell back onto the bed, crossing my feet at the ankles.
“That’s mean,” she gasped, trying to hide her smile. She threw a pillow at me, and I chuckled. “Just because one of them has white, disheveled hair—old age of course—and the other one has a cute round face with brown hair, doesnotmean they look like Rick and Morty,” she scoffed at me. “Wait, how do you even know who that is?”
