Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
I wind my arms around his neck, my wrists entwined behind his head. “I’ve never been happier in my life,” I whisper, a bubble of exhilaration stirring as I lean in to capture his plump lips.
“Same,” he murmurs against my mouth before our tongues meet in a slow, seductive dance that quickly spirals, his hand seizing a fistful of my hair, angling my head back so he can get closer.
Jack, the co-captain, slips out from the cockpit. “Sorry to disturb. We’re about to start our descent, and we’ll have you on the ground shortly. Is there anything you need in the meantime?”
“Draw the privacy curtain,” Henry demands in a gruff voice.
Could he make it any more obvious?
Heat crawls up my neck as I catch Jack’s sly smile.
“Yes, sir.” He taps his ring finger and mouths “Congratulations” before shutting us out with the thick gray curtain.
I let out a yelp as Henry stands and spins us around, releasing me into the seat he just vacated. He drops to his knees.
“What are you doing?”
“You need to ask that?” He tugs my shoes off and casts them aside, and then his fingers curl around the waistband of my leggings, peeling them, along with my panties, past my ankles, leaving me bare from the waist down.
Moisture pools at my core as he pushes my thighs apart, exposing me to the setting sun that streams in through the portal windows. “We were rough on you last night.” His index finger slides along my folds before easing inside.
I wince at the intrusion. “I’m okay.”
“No, you’re not.” He hooks his arm under my thigh and pulls my body toward him, halfway out of my seat. “But you will be.”
I barely bite back the moan at the first swipe of his tongue, but I can’t stop from crying out as he licks my sensitive flesh. From this angle, I can see everything he’s doing, and I watch intently as he seals his mouth over my clit.
Two fingers plunge in and find that spot deep inside. He puts pressure on it, stirring a flood of warmth.
“No one but me will ever taste you again, Abbi,” he purrs, his voice vibrating deep within me.
“No one,” I pant, my breath ragged as pressure builds low in my belly.
He slips his fingers out and his hands find the backs of my thighs, making my skin slick. He pushes them farther apart, stretching my body as far as it can go as his eyes flip to meet mine.
I see the truth in his hooded gaze, how much he enjoys doing this.
That tongue is mine for the rest of our lives …
His mouth seals over my clit, sucking hard.
My orgasm hits suddenly and unexpectedly. I stifle my cries and grab the back of his head, my fingers digging into his silky hair as I buck against his mouth, trying to get closer, to draw it out.
I haven’t even settled before Henry is unfastening his jeans and pushing them down his thighs. I cry out as he shoves his hard length into me in a single thrust.
“Wait!” I gasp.
He stalls his hips. “Are you that sore?”
“No, I just …” I am that sore, but I’m also desperate to have Henry come inside me. “I just need a minute. Please,” I say, even as I roll my hips against his, urging him to keep moving.
He smiles as he slides his cock out and back in, much slower this time, giving my body time to adjust to the intense, almost unbearable fullness of him. Over and over again, Henry pulls out and pushes back in with gentle thrusts, until my hips are lifting to meet his eagerly, begging for more.
“Fuck, Abbi,” he growls. “Sweater off, now.” He helps me tug it off and tosses it aside. Slipping a hand beneath my back, he has my bra unfastened with one expert flick of his fingers. In a split second, that’s cast aside, too, leaving me naked.
He peels his sweater off, giving me a delicious view of his sculpted chest.
“Please don’t let us crash,” I pant, my body flushed from being so exposed, especially with two men in the cockpit who know exactly what we’re doing.
“What a way to go, though.” Henry guides my legs over his shoulders and plunges harder into me, his hips slamming against my thighs. The angle is ideal, hitting me deep with each thrust. Soon, all discomfort has faded from thought, my body eager to welcome his. I revel in his touch as he fills his hands with my breasts, the pads of his thumbs teasing my pebbled nipples with merciless strokes.
Slipping my fingers between us, I rub circles around my clit.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his eyes filled with raw desire. “You’re about to come again, aren’t you.” It’s not a question.
“Yes.” That familiar warmth is spreading through my middle, a tingle creeping along my spine. He knows my body so well.