“Jesus, Paige,” he gasps.
Once he's sheathed in the condom, he lifts me up by the hips and positions me on top of him. With a flirty little smile, I lower myself down onto him, taking just the tip of him inside of me at first. His crystalline blue eyes stare into mine and I see the need in them… the lust. And see something else that I can't quite identify. It's a strange spark of something deep in his eyes that I don't quite comprehend.
I don't have time to dwell on it though, as my body explodes with sensation as his stiff rod slips into me. We're panting, forehead-to-forehead, as I slide farther down his thick shaft, taking him into me inch by glorious inch.
I can’t help but gasp as he stretches me open. As he fills me up completely. Liam's grip on my hips tightens, his fingers pressing into my flesh, and I dig my nails into his shoulders. It feels so good to have him inside of me again and we both groan as our bodies adjust to being united.
Slowly, I start rocking back and forth, riding his hard, thick cock. Liam kisses me again, his hands moving to my hair and pulling it gently as he holds my face steady while I rock my body against his, my clit rubbing against him. He fills me up so completely and it feels so good when he hits that spot deep in me that I can't help but cry out. I know the pilot may be able to overhear us fucking, but right now, I don't care. My body feels like it's being shot through with electricity and it feels so fucking good that I can't manage to keep myself quiet.
Everything about having Liam Anderson inside of me feels so amazing and drives me utterly crazy.
The movement of the helicopter as I bounce myself up and down on his cock only makes the feelings more intense. It actually helps the movement and motion of our bodies. I rise up and down, finding a rhythm that touches all the right spots, deep in my tight little slit, and there's a bit of a jump in the helicopter – turbulence, perhaps – that brings me down harder upon him. A bolt of pleasure, more intense than anything I've ever felt, rips through my body, and I bite down on Liam's shoulder to avoid crying out.
“He can't hear you in the forward compartment,” Liam gasps. “And even if he could, so what?”
I look down into Liam's eyes and smile. His hands slide around to my ass, squeezing it tight as he holds me steady, my movements becoming a little more erratic. But, with his hands guiding me, he helps me find that rhythm again – that fantastic fucking rhythm that causes every muscle in my body to tighten up.
I'm trying to stay quiet because it feels weird knowing that somebody could be listening in. Liam may not care, but I do. Sort of. I try to stifle my cries but know that it's a battle I'm losing. I can't help but cry out when Liam hits that spot inside of me – which he does over and over again.
Soon, I'm moaning, unable to control my voice, “Liam – yes, oh God, yes –” as I feel my climax approaching.
Liam's breathing is more frantic, as are his movements. I feel him give my ass a smack and my body seems to react to it, my hot pussy spasming around his cock. As the muscles inside of me tighten around his thick rod, a gravely sound escapes his throat. His jaw clenches and he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, but then he opens them again and looks directly into mine.
It's a moment that's so intensely intimate, I don't know what to do. Looking straight into his eyes as we fuck one another heightens every emotion within me and seems to make the physical sensations that much more intense. No, this is not fucking, I realize, as we stare into each other's eyes. Perhaps, even into each other's souls. This isn't fucking. This is something more. There's a connection there between us. A bond.
As I ride his cock, our gazes locked together, the realization hits me like a freight train. I try to deny it, try to focus on bouncing up and down on his thick shaft as a distraction, but it's no use. I suddenly realize that I'm falling for this man – hard.
“Come for me, Paige,” he mutters through clenched teeth. “I want to make you feel so good, baby.”
“I'm close,” is all I can manage to say back. “So fucking close.”
I cry out as he drives his hard prick deep into me, slamming into my g-spot with his cock over and over again.
“Good,” he says. “I want you to come for me.”
He reaches up and pushes the hair away from my face. It's a gentle, tender gesture that I'm not expecting. But Liam watches me, his gaze locked onto mine as I slide myself up and down his thick rod. And I can tell that he's waiting to see the look in my eye as I orgasm.
His own face twists with a look of absolute pleasure. It’s the look of a man who's struggling to not lose control. A man who's trying to hold out for his woman. A man who wants to make sure my pleasure comes before his.
Seeing how much pleasure I'm giving him and the look of absolute ecstasy upon his face takes me over the edge. He plunges himself into me again and it makes my toes curl. I throw my head back and cry out, my voice echoing around the cabin.
My head falls forward onto his shoulder, but Liam gently picks it up, still wanting to look deep into my eyes as I come. My body is trembling like crazy as wave after wave of pleasure tears through me. My whole body is shaking as my pussy clenches down around his cock. That's when I see the look in his eye – the look of a man who's passed the point of no return. There's no going back.
Liam grabs my hips and pulls me down hard, driving himself as deep into me as he can go. I feel his entire body tighten up and then he shudders against me. As I feel him pulsing and throbbing inside of me, I hear him muttering my name.
“Paige...Oh, Paige...” he moans as he spills his seed.
Our breathing slowly returns to normal and our bodies start to relax as our orgasms subside. I'm still straddling his lap, my forehead pressed against his, reveling in the sensations that are coursing through my body.
Liam kisses me again. It's a soft, sweet, chaste kiss. The kiss of one satisfied lover to another. Both of our bodies are relaxed against each other, and he continues holding my face in his hands. When he's not kissing me, he's staring into my eyes. It's all very sweet and intimate.
Slowly, I rise up and climb off of his lap, letting his deflating cock slip out of me. Liam reaches down and removes the condom, wrapping it in a bit of tissue and tossing it into a small trash can in the corner of the cabin.
I collapse down into the seat beside him, my head resting on his shoulder, reliving every moment of the experience in my mind. As images flash through my mind, they conjure the accompanying sensations, and I can't keep a smile off my face.
Liam wraps an arm around me, and motions for us both to lie down on the seats. He spoons me, kissing the back of my neck as my eyes grow heavy with exhaustion.
I'm falling hard for this man. Which, given where he's said he's at in his own mind, isn't going to end well for me. All I can hope is that after a night like tonight – a night in which he sent a lot of signals that maybe, just maybe, he's ready to open and walk through that door between us – that he actually is.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Paige