“Fuck. You soaked every last inch of these bitches. You think you can keep it together without going to pieces on me, or am I gonna have to show you how good this * tastes?”
Growling, he pushed the gusset across his teeth, tasting my cream. My thighs started to shake. His free hand went between my legs and two rough fingers pushed inside me. He began fucking me before his cock ever came out, softening me up for him, adding to the napalm that drenched the lace in his fist.
“God damn it,” he grunted, throwing them over his shoulder. “I can't kiss you and taste the real thing at the same time. Hold it together and don't cry on me girl. I'm gonna make you come so fucking hard you're never ashamed of anything again. The only whining I wanna hear is that little chirp you make right before your clit goes nuts on my tongue.”
There I was. Lost at fifteen, maybe twenty thousand feet. He held my legs open, a powerful and unbreakable grip, ramming his face between my legs. Rough stubble braised my thighs. I arched my back when his tongue found the wet spot.
Jesus. Fuck.
I took every part of the heaven's name in vain, and then did it a few times more when his fingers clenched my ass cheeks, spreading me apart, wide and open just for him.
He dove in, fucking me with his tongue, licking and sucking until I pumped my hips back. Furious laps circled my clit. He did that thing where he sucked it between his teeth and growled, vibrating my entire * with his thunder, smothering me in total pleasure. The beast between my thighs wouldn't be satisfied until I gave it all up.
Fortunately for him, it wouldn't take long. My vision blurred and my head rolled to the side. I saw early evening stars shining out the window just as his tongue engulfed me.
It was like the whole plane exploded from a meteor strike, leaving us tumbling through the night sky. I let go, tearing at his hair for something to hold onto, screaming and coming so hard I forgot all about the crew.
They must've heard everything. It was filthy, shameful, and – like everything else with this man – absolutely mind blowing. His mouth sucked and licked and fucked my * in endless waves. Each movement lashed me higher, until I must've left the atmosphere for a few glorious seconds and slammed back into my body.
When I came out of it, he had me in his arms, jerking me against his shirtless body. “Fucking shit. You scream like that again, babe, and the pilots are gonna wreck this plane from jacking off, the jealous fucks.”
I laughed. He took me by the hand and walked me over to the bed, completely buck naked. When we reached the edge, he tapped his knees on mine, pushed me down, tearing at his belt and dropping everything below the waist.
“Spread your legs. I need to be inside you, Sabrina. Right fucking now.”
I obeyed. The firebird on his chest looked hungrier than before, ready to swoop down and fly through me while his thrusts rattled my body. I didn't need to touch its fiery wings to burn.
Anything but drawing him deep was unthinkable. I heard voices behind the thin door separating our cabin from the rest of the plane. Two stewardesses laughed, and then there was a manly, guttural chuckle with them.
Crap. The whole crew was enjoying our performance.
I locked up. Anton saw me struggling to wrap my head around fucking where these people could hear us. His face darkened, and the foreplay was over. He pushed his dick inside me in one rough thrust.
My * instantly clenched around him, obliterating any hesitation. That stud in his cock glided over places I couldn't even describe, massaging me from the inside out, making my pulse match the delicious throb in my *.
Perfection. I'd forgotten how incredibly well we fit together. His thrusts reminded me how good our rhythm could be when he started to get into it, rocking the little bed with his thrusts.
He was a mountain, a tidal wave, and hot lava all in one. My clit sizzled each time he swept low, cursing and whispering in my ear, nipping at my throat.
We fucked. Hard. We fucked and rocked and sweated out the last few drops of bitterness and betrayal we'd left behind in the States. Anton sped up, seized my hair in his fist, and pulled until my lips crashed against his.
I was coming when he pushed his tongue into my mouth, suffocating in him, and loving it.
Everything below my waist turned to tingly mush, pure hot pleasure racing to my brain. I tried to scream and gasp for breath, but he held me down, fucking me and swallowing every scream in his kisses.
“Oh, fuck. God!” I screamed when he finally let me up, never skipping a beat with his hips.
I wasn't sure how the plane wasn't crashing to the ground with his furious jerks. He pulled out, turned me around with a quick slap on the ass, and mounted me from behind, taking the reigns he'd formed out of my hair again.