“Flynn…”
“Shhh. No talking.” I slide her panties down until they are snug against the bottom of her cheeks and make a circle of kisses on her bottom around the plug. I spread her cheeks, taking in the sight of her stretched to accommodate the wide girth of the medium-sized plug. I can’t wait to move her up to the next size. All in good time.
Then I let my fingers slide through the flood of wetness to find her clit standing up at full attention. I’m satisfied to discover she’s more than wet enough for what I have in mind. Her legs wobble.
While continuing to caress her clit, I put my arm around her waist to keep her from stumbling.
“Turn back toward me, sweetheart.”
With her panties keeping her legs together, she moves stiffly.
“Take your panties off.”
I can sense her hesitance as she bends to comply with my request. Any second now, she’s sure the flight attendant is going to reappear. She’s about to discover that the fear of getting caught can be a powerful aphrodisiac. I take advantage of the opportunity to remove my own clothes while keeping a close eye on her. I make sure to remove the remote for the plug from my pocket and place it under my leg so she can’t see it. When she’s standing upright, her panties on the floor, I hold out my hands to bring her onto my lap, straddling me.
Her hands land on my chest as she tries to find her balance. “Didn’t we just do this?”
“That was before you talked dirty to me.”
“You made me!”
I shrug as if that isn’t true. I got exactly what I wanted—and then some. “Now you have to pay the consequences.”
“This isn’t fair.”
“Are you looking for a spanking?”
“You can’t spank me for doing what you told me to.”
“I can spank you for doing it too well.”
“There’s no logic to that.”
“Are you arguing with your Dom, little sub?”
“No.”
“No, who?”
“Sir.”
I fill my hands with her breasts and kiss a path up her neck to bite her earlobe. “I think you like pushing my buttons because you like being spanked.”
“That’s not true.”
“Did I ask you a question? No, I didn’t think so.” She’s so wet, I can feel her moisture collecting on the rigid length of my cock, which wants in on this—right now. “I want you to fuck me this time, Nat.”
“Like this?”
“Just like this.” I want to see the expression on her face when my cock squeezes into the tight space that’s already compromised by the plug. I want to watch her come alive when the plug begins to vibrate. I want to suck on her nipples and completely overwhelm her senses.
She takes me in hand and guides me into her slick heat, coming down on me slowly, carefully. It’s an effort for her to relax and allow me in when there’s almost nowhere for me to go.
I grasp her ass cheeks and hold her open, hoping to ease the entry.
“I-I don’t think I can,” she says when she’s only taken about half of me.
“Yes, you can.” I stroke her clit and make her gasp. I also make her forget she’s trying to resist me, allowing another inch to slide inside her. I love the way her head falls back in complete surrender and the way her breasts jut forward, riding the arch of her back. I can’t resist the sweet temptation right in front of me. Cupping her left breast, I run my tongue around in circles and feel her inner muscles contract around my cock.
I draw her nipple into my mouth, sucking and tugging until it’s hard and tight against my lips. Ever so gently, I begin to bite down on her nipple, giving her something else to think about other than the tight squeeze of my cock invading her.
Then her arms encircle my head, holding me to her chest. That’s when I know she’s on the verge of leaving all her worries behind and giving herself up to the moment. I reach under my leg for the remote and turn the plug on high. As the first vibrations register with her, she slams down on me, taking me to the root. She goes wild, crying out as her body adjusts to me. I wonder if she even knows she’s having one orgasm after another. Between the tight grip of her muscles and the vibration that’s right up against my cock, I’m fending off my own orgasm.
Time to bring her back to me. With my arms banding around her, I force her to be still and take her nipple back into my mouth, biting down again, and drawing a whimper from her that makes my cock expand inside her.
“Can’t get bigger,” she whispers. “No more.” Her eyes are closed, her lips are parted, and a bead of sweat runs from her neck to the valley between her breasts. I’m completely and utterly mesmerized by her.
“Look at me, Natalie.”
She forces her eyes open. They’re glazed and unfocused. I wait until she blinks me into focus.
“How you doing?”
“I-I’m… I don’t know.”
“Feels good?”
“Feels full. Really, really full.”
“What am I doing to you right now?”