Her vision went fuzzy. She had to work to speak. “Oh my,” she said with effort.
He parted her nether lips and in one slick movement he ran his finger all the way from the front to the back. “You are so fucking hot, Laura. My cock is throbbing. I can’t wait to plunge into you.” His rich voice rolled over her, filling her with want and desire.
A whimper lodged in her throat as she sank farther into her seat. Excitement coiled through her as he burrowed a finger in deep. “Ohmigod,” she murmured, clutching her armrests. She felt her nipples tighten, clamoring for attention.
His thumb circled her clit. She began pulsing, tightening. She shifted, providing him better access. He continued to stroke her with expertise, pushing her desires higher and higher until she thought she’d go up in a burst of flames.
Just then the flight attendant came along. “Can I get you something to drink?”
Thank God her tray was down and the woman couldn’t see Jay’s hand working feverishly between her legs.
Laura swallowed the dryness in her throat and tried not to sound breathless. “Water, please,” she croaked out. Jay applied more pressure to her clit as his fingers stroked her with an urgent, primal hunger.
“I’ll have the same,” he said, his voice a little rusty.
He rolled her hard nub between his fingers, pinching and pulling until it swelled and poked out from its fleshy hood. Pain and pleasure mingled into one.
“With lots of ice,” Jay added, his grin turning wickedly naughty.
The attendant’s eyes narrowed in on Laura. “Are you feeling okay?” she asked.
Jay dipped a finger into her and stirred her silken heat. Lord almighty. She was going to come. Right there. On the spot. With the flight attendant watching.
Laura nodded and gave a feeble smile. “I’m…okay.”
“Are you airsick? You look flushed.” The attendant’s gaze panned her body.
Jay stroked her harder, faster. Pressure began building between her thighs, making coherent speech almost impossible.
Laura drew in a sharp breath and fanned her face, hoping to draw the woman’s attention away from her blanket. “It’s dry in here. I’m just a little thirsty.”
The attendant’s eyes focused on the blanket dangling around her feet.
Shit!
Jay piped in, “You do look a little flushed, Laura.”
She stole a glance at Jay. He just sat there with an innocent look on his face as his fingers worked inside her, slowly building her orgasm.
The flight attendant put two plastic glasses of ice water on the tray in front of her. Jay grabbed one, took a huge slug, and popped an ice cube into his mouth. It clinked on his teeth and filled her with heated memories. As he swirled it around his mouth, he whisked his thumb across her clit with single-minded determination.
The attendant’s eyes narrowed in concern. “Why don’t you remove the blanket?”
Soft quakes grew stronger as pressure brewed in her sex. “No, she blurted out. “I like the blanket.” With slow tormenting circles that drove her mad, Jay concentrated his attention on her engorged clitoris.
The woman gave her an odd look and then reached up and turned on the cool air. “Maybe you should go to the bathroom and splash some water on your face.”
“Yeah, Laura. Maybe you should go to the bathroom. You look a little feverish.” Jay added another finger, filling her to the hilt. Jesus! Her heart beat in a mad cadence. Moisture broke out on her flesh. When he stirred his fingers, her body immediately responded with a hot flow of release.
The attendant backed her cart up, giving her room to enter into the aisle.
Her sex muscles began to undulate and throb. She swiped at the perspiration on her forehead. “O…kay,” she cried out as a powerful orgasm tore through her and wracked her body. It shocked her, how intensified her climax was at that altitude.
Struggling to recapture her breath, she took a moment to right herself and then turned her attention to Jay. “You are so going to pay for that,” she whispered.
Jay pulled his hand out of her damp, pulsing sex, adjusted her skirt, and straightened in his seat. His laugh was rough in anticipation. “That’s what I’m counting on.”
Jay scrubbed his hand over his chin. Laura’s sweet feminine scent clung to his fingers. Desire fired his blood as he inhaled the intoxicating aroma. Bottled-up lust rose to the surface, demanding to be sated.
“Perhaps I should help you, Laura. Your legs seem a little wobbly.” Ignoring the attendant as she gave him a curious look, Jay followed Laura to the small bathroom at the back of the plane.
As soon as the door shut behind them, Laura climbed onto the counter and opened her legs. “Jay, I’m wet and ready for you to plunge into me.” Her dark eyes smoldered with need as they met his.
As much as he ached to plunge into her hard and fast until they both cried out in bliss, his mouth ached to taste her hard nipples as they pushed insistently against her blouse.
“Show me your breasts,” he demanded, unable to mask the urgency and emotion in his voice.
Complying, Laura drew a quick breath and unbuttoned her top, exposing her bare breasts.
His breath hitched. His body hummed with pent-up need. A surge of heat rose in him as her gorgeous nipples darkened and tightened before his eyes. Leaning in, he circled her velvety areola with his tongue.
“Mmmm…”
She arched into his mouth. “Oh, that feels so…” Her words died away as his thumb slipped between her open legs and brushed over her hooded flesh.
“I love how wet you get for me,” he whispered over her naked, quivering flesh. His fingers circled her clit. He could feel her muscles rippling, tightening, and aching for his thickness. He closed his mouth over her nipple and drew it into his mouth, ravishing her with dark hunger.
“Please…Jay…fuck…me.” Her fractured words urged him on. “I want more. I can’t
